#jackson teller prompt

[voxmortuus]

Hi baby. Saw the prompt list. 😎 May I have #5 ☆ { calling } them late at night to come over for Jax Teller, please?

Thank you. ♥

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Jax Teller x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ Sons of Anarchy ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 1.1k ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Fluff | Smut | Jax and his filthy mouth (language) | Foreplay | P-i-V | Pull-out Method | More fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ This was found through Google and is not my GIF, if this is your GIF or know whose it is, please inbox me, so I can credit the creator. Thank you! ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was just one of those nights, there's only so much scrolling you can do before things become repetitive, and boring in your feeds. Flipping between Tumblr, Reddit, and Facebook, things were becoming boring, and nothing was helping you fall asleep. Tapping the side of your phone, you flip through old photos, smiling now and again looking over Jax's face. Sitting up in bed, you check the time, 12:24 a.m. Sighing, you decide to give it a shot, chances are Jax was up anyway, so why not.

Scrolling down and finding his name, you hit the call button, and wait. Ringing you groan, maybe he was --

"Hey, Darlin'. You alright? What's up?" he asks, you can tell there's a smile on his face.

"Hey, Baby. I know it's kinda late, but would you mind coming over... I can't sleep... and I could use the company." you bite your lip a bit.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in 15." he stated.

After the brief conversation and a quick I love you and a hangup, you go unlock your door, knowing he'll lock it when he gets here.

Hearing the motorcycle approach, and the engine turn off, you feel this bubble of excitement pulse through you. It was a matter of time before you heard your front door open, close, lock, and the sound of boots headed your way.

Peeking his head in, he looks over you, and you smile, moving over you pat the empty space in your bed and gesture for him to join you. Taking the hint, he makes his way over, slipping off his vest and coat, tossing his hat on the table, and kicking off his boots and socks, he slips into bed.

"Your pants... your shirt... are in the way." you smirk.

He chuckles and standing back up he takes them off, dropping them to the floor before climbing back in under the covers. You scoot yourself closer, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

"Can't sleep?" he asked you.

Nodding, your fingers move over his chest as you look up at him and smile. "Thank you for coming over."

"It's nothin' Darlin'. I've always told you I'm a call away." he kisses the top of your head.

A soft smile graces your lips as you scoot a little closer to him and let out a small satisfied smile. But you seem you can't keep your hands from wandering on him. Slipping under the blanket, you keep your gaze on him as you move over his boxers. Smiling, you bite at your lip and kiss him sweetly.

A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him, his hand roaming your figure as he moves you to lay on top of him, holding you close, his hips move upward a bit, kissing you deeply, and he slips the shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor along with his clothes.

Pressing yourself against him, your hands move up along his sides and find your way to get tangled in that love head of golden locks. The kissing gets a little heavier between you two, the touching, how you press your hips against him, feeling him harden against you. You move your hand between your legs as you grip him through his boxers. He groans against your lips as he grips your breast, pulling you closer, and kissing you deeper.

The kissing, the touching, the grunts, and the groans were enough to send you into a feral mind. Moving his boxers down, you slip him right between your lips, your hips press yourself down, pressing him deeper inside you. You both end up groaning in unison.

His grip on your hips is tight, his fingers pressing hard against your flesh, indenting as he thrusts upward just enough to finish that last little bit you wanted to slip inside you. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the room, your shadow cast on the walls. Looking over, he watches your shadow as you brace yourself against his chest and begin to move up and down on his cock.

Holding your thighs in his hands, he watches the way you move against him, your hands pressing into his chest as he moves his own up your body, feeling your flesh under his hands was a sort of high for him. He presses a hand against your chest, between your breasts, as he slowly guides your motions as he thrusts upward.

As you are being guided with a hand on your chest, one on your hip, and his cock between your legs, your head falls back as you let out a loud, long, drawn-out moan. Your body trembles as you pick up on the sounds, the smells, the way the air tastes. Listening to him grunt and your own moans fill the air. It's all palpable. Erotic. Addicting.

The way you both work against and with each other, it sends these shockwaves through both of you, a genuine quickie, you feel yourself building, but of course, it doesn't help with his own buildup, you can tell in his tone, in how frequent his groans become, in how his breath smells. Leaning forward, you moan against his lips. And that's when he tells you to finish with him. He lifts you up, and you grip his cock as he works your bud.

Before you know it, your whole body trembles, feeling those hot ribbons of white pour against you. Whimpering and trembling against him, you begin to pant. Achieving your desired goal, he leans against the pillow but grabs something to clean you up.

There was hardly anything spoken between you two. But you lay there, holding him close, you look up at him as he stares down at you.

"You feel good." you chuckle.

"What even was that?" he chuckles.

"I think it's called a quickie. You should be used to those." you poke.

"Ohh, is that what that was? I like those... but next time... we do a longie... not a quickie," he smirks.

"I'll play with your longie." you chuckle.

"No, Darlin', we call it a cock, longie.... please no." he chuckles. "Besides, I like the way the word cock escapes your lips." he smirked.

"You like your cock between my lips Jax..." you joust.

Gasping he chuckles. "That is true... gotta say, you're a good cocksucker." he winks.

The night continued into the morning, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. His arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair, and you clung to him like your entire life depended on it. You were glad you called him over, much needed, and the sleep was much better with him there.

[visionarystoryteller]

One Shots/ Imagines Masterlist

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.

Chris Jericho:

-Reunited

Jey Uso:

-He Knows

-Samoan Dessert

Roman Reigns:

- Get Down Tonight

[novelizt]

✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟮

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Multi-Character

Rain Check (K. Severide, J. Halstead, W. Halstead) — @anotherspnfanfic

The Way Home Masterlist — @deanstead

Jay Halstead

Obsession — @1800jjbarnes

Please — ^

No More Hiding — @acewritesfics

Feel the Same — ^

Married Man — @peachyhalstead

Sensory Overload ⎢ To Be Continued — @escapingrealitylovingsanity

Kelly Severide

What Colour? — @southsideserendipity

Close Call — ^

Babysitting — @deanstead

Haunting,  Haunted — ^

I Hate Cramps — ^

You Do Love Me — ^

Right Track — ^��

Not Going Anywhere — ^

In Sickness and In Health — @sheetsonfire

Fooling — ^

She’d Have Liked You (Platonic) — ^

The Academy — ^

Blessings in Disguise — ^

“It looks good on you.” — @fighterkimburgess

“Is it that hard to believe I love you?” — ^

“Please don’t make me choose.” — ^

Prompt 43 and 48 — ^

Saving Grace — @callsign-dexter

Rebel — @heartmix

Keep You Close — @kitkatscabinet

Wasps — @themultifandomgal

Anesthesia — @poppadom0912

We Need You ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @enchantedblackrose

First Name Basis Masterlist — @xximpressions ༝༚༝༚

Somebody Call 911 — @hauntedmilkshakeghost

Dad!Kelly — @libraryofloveletters

I Want to Fix the World for You — @thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis

Five Times He Almost Kissed You, The One Time He Did — @firehouseonechicago

Total Badass — @wellimaginethat

Icarus Was Human Too ⎢ Part 2 — @pocketfulofrogers

Will Halstead

Taller — @kiddbegins

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

Death and the Lady⎢ Ch.1 ⎢Ch.2 ⎢ Ch.3 ⎢ Ch.4 ⎢ Ch.5 ⎢ Ch.6 ⎢ Ch.7 ⎢ Ch.8 ⎢  Ch.9 ⎢ Ch.10 ⎢ Ch.11 ⎢ Ch.12 ⎢ Ch.13 ⎢ Ch.14 — @tumbleweed-writes

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Sundress — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Bulletproof — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

Multi-Character

I Got Your Six Ch. 6 — @l00na24

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Home — @loulouwrites

Circumstance — ^

Moments — ^

Birthdays — ^

Hellish — ^

Family Respect — @dyns33

Family Honor — ^

Gentle Giant — @charliehoennam

Alfie Speaking to His Unborn Child — ^

Pub Owner!Reader — ^

Near Deadly Sin — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Stormy Weather — ^ 

In the Blink of the Eye — @simpforbuckyb

Thomas Shelby

The Clap — @acewritesfics

Sweetheart — ^

Best Man — @garrison-girl-08

In Time for Tea — ^

It’s Not Alright — ^

Planning or Scheming? — ^

Love Will Take You There ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 — @tshelbyfics

Can’t Fool Me Anymore — ^

Time After Time ⎢ 15 ⎢ 16 ⎢ 17 ⎢ 18 — @all-mirth-no-matter

My Darling Boy — @hllywdwhre

Revenge — ^

A Rare Occasion — @loveisfriendship

Think Straight — @ikinremu

Mother — @your-nanas-house

Helping Tommy Kill Luca — @wutheringcaterpillar

Long Time Coming — @hllywdwhre

[charmingsoa]

✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Three ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.

Taglist: @oskea93, @keyweegirlie @ravennaortiz @ghostlyteacups @yelchinweasleylothbrok

“What does that say?”

As I strained my eyes to decipher the hastily scribbled grocery list, a sense of curiosity mingled with apprehension crept over me.

"Molasses?" I muttered to myself, puzzled by the seemingly random assortment of items the guys had jotted down. Gemma had entrusted me with the task of procuring supplies for the party scheduled for that evening, a gathering that seemed to hold a special significance for the denizens of the club.

Rumors circulated among the women who frequented the garage that the impending celebration was not just any ordinary affair; it was, in fact, a veiled homage to the enigmatic figure of Thomas Teller, the unspoken son whose presence loomed large over the club. Despite my three-month tenure in Charming and my proximity to the club, discussions regarding Thomas Teller were few and far between.

Gemma, with her characteristic candor, would occasionally broach the subject of Thomas, only to be met with stony silence from Jackson and Clay. The mere mention of the younger Teller seemed to evoke a palpable discomfort among the group, shrouding his identity in a cloak of mystery and intrigue.

As I raised my head from the perplexing grocery list, a deep voice jolted me out of my reverie. My gaze met the steady, yet kind eyes of a tall man standing beside me, his presence commanding attention in the bustling store.

"Need help with something?" he inquired, his tone warm and inviting.

Surprised by the sudden interaction, I stammered, "Excuse me?" My confusion was met with a reassuring smile that never wavered from his face as he gracefully moved closer, exuding an air of confidence and authority.

His uniform, crisply tailored and adorned with a gleaming gold star, hinted at a position of respect and responsibility. The badge on his chest caught the light, casting a radiant glow that seemed to illuminate his aura.

"You just looked a little lost – need help finding that item on your paper?" he offered, his offer of assistance genuine and sincere.

With a chuckle, I glanced back and forth between the kind stranger and the jumbled list in my hand. "No, just trying to read chicken scratch is all," I admitted with a smile. "I'm just guessing at this point and hoping I'm right."

As the stranger's eyes crinkled with amusement and he chuckled softly in response to my comment, I offered a small word of thanks before turning the corner, the cart's wheels protesting with a squeak under the pressure of my push. The aisles of the store seemed to stretch endlessly, filled with the soft hum of shoppers and the occasional rustle of products being restocked.

"Miss, wait—" the man's voice called out, his body swiftly catching up to me moments later. His voice was gentle yet insistent, prompting me to pause in my tracks as I glanced back at him.

"I didn't get to catch your name?" he inquired, his eyes holding a glint of curiosity and warmth.

I hesitated for a moment, struck by the unexpected turn of events and the genuine interest in his question. With a soft smile, I turned fully towards him, the aisles of the store fading into the background as our brief encounter took center stage.

"Oh, um –“ I stumbled. “Catherine. My name is Catherine.”

His smile widened. “You got a last name, Catherine?” His eyes sparkled with mischief; a playful glint that made my heart skip a beat.

His smile causing me to smile back, “Yeah, it’s Landry. Catherine Landry.” The air between us seemed to crackle with a newfound energy, a connection forged in the unlikeliest of places.

“Well Catherine Landry, I know everyone in this town, and I never laid my eyes on the likes of you. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

I watched as he politely acknowledged the older woman that walked past us in the aisle – the woman greeting him as Sheriff Hale.

I shuffled nervously on my sandaled feet, feeling a mix of apprehension. "Oh, well, I got here about three months ago," I began, noticing his eyes narrowing in curiosity as he listened intently.

"I was actually on my way to San Francisco, but a group of bikers picked me up and brought me here, and I've been here ever since."

He stayed silent for a moment, his expression unreadable as he leaned against the shelf, absorbing my story. "Bikers? You talkin about the Sons of Anarchy?" he inquired, a hint of recognition coloring his voice.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I've been helping out at their garage, and Gemma and Clay have been letting me stay at their place until I can get on my feet. Everyone's been real friendly," I shared, a warmth in my voice as I spoke of the unexpected hospitality I had received.

A loud sigh escaped from the sheriff's pursed lips, his expression turning serious as he leaned his head back. "Darlin—" he began, his tone weighed down with a sense of caution. "Nothin' about that group is friendly – trust me." His words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of doubt over the rosy picture I had painted in my mind.

A confused look floated over my face, uncertainty creeping into my thoughts as I processed his warning. "Especially when it comes to the Teller family and their band of goons," he added, his gaze steady and unwavering.

The atmosphere between us shifted palpably, the once easy camaraderie giving way to a tense undercurrent as the sheriff's words lingered in the space between us. His close proximity, once a source of comfort, now felt stifling, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air.

"Well, when they pick a random girl up in the middle of nowhere after she was abandoned by some asshole in the dead of night, I think that's pretty genuine of them. Especially since they never asked for anything in return," I retorted, my voice tinged with a hint of disdain.

As I stood there, the sheriff's gaze piercing through me, I felt a surge of defiance rising within me. The bond forged with the bikers, flawed as it may be, held a sense of authenticity that transcended the sheriff's warnings and doubts. In a town where secrets whispered in the shadows, I clung to the glimmer of connection and acceptance that had found me in the most unlikely of places.

 "All I'm sayin is for a beautiful girl such as yourself, those men, the Teller brothers included, want nothing more than to use you for their own satisfaction and then spit you out when they're done with ya," His words cutting through the charged silence like a knife, his warning ringing in my ears with a chilling clarity

"I've seen it happen too many times to count – I would hate to see you get hurt,"

In response, I deadpanned, my voice low and steady, "I don't need you to worry about me, Sheriff Hale." The words slipped from my lips with a quiet resolve, a hint of defiance coloring my tone.

Who knew that those words would come back to haunt me in the coming years. That I would come to rely on Breckon Hale when everything around me and my unborn daughter was falling apart and people were dropping left and right…

I stood off in the corner as the party was in full swing, observing the lively scene unfolding before me. Gemma, the life of the party, moved with effortless grace, her magnetic energy drawing people towards her like moths to a flame.

The hang-arounds as Gemma called them clung to random members, kissing and rubbing themselves against them in full view of those around.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of alcohol and weed, creating a heady mix that added to the party's vibrant atmosphere. Some guests sat at tables, their focus on white lines meticulously arranged in front of them, lost in their own world of ephemeral highs and fleeting escapes.

Meanwhile, I found myself nursing the same bottle of beer for what felt like an eternity, content to observe from the sidelines. The pulsating music throbbed in the background, a constant reminder of the lively energy that enveloped the room.

My gaze drifted to Clay, a towering figure with a presence that commanded attention. His strong arm draped lazily over Gemma's shoulders as they weaved through the crowd, engaged in animated conversations with various partygoers. There was a familiarity in their interactions, a silent understanding that spoke volumes about their shared history.

Sitting in the dark corner of the room near the exit, I couldn't help but notice Jackson Teller and his imposing friend, Opie. Their presence exuded a certain aura that drew the attention of those around them. I observed as they engaged in conversation, their camaraderie evident in the easy way they interacted with each other.

Jackson, or Jax as he was known, seemed to have a magnetic pull on those around him. I watched as he would momentarily disappear with different girls, only to reappear after a few minutes, his charm and charisma leaving a lasting impression. The younger women seemed drawn to him like moths to a flame, captivated by his rugged good looks and confident demeanor.

Despite having been a part of the scene for three months, my interactions with Jax had been limited to brief exchanges in passing. There was a certain enigmatic quality about him that intrigued me, a sense of mystery that shrouded him in an air of intrigue.

“He’s a looker!”

I jumped at the unexpected sound of Tig's voice, my heart racing as I turned to see him take a seat next to mine. His words cut through the air with a casual confidence, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he spoke of the irresistible allure of Jackson Teller.

"No girl, woman, hell even man, can resist looking at that handsome fuck," Tig remarked, his tone laced with a mixture of admiration and jest as he leaned back, taking a swig from his bottle. A laugh escaped him, the sound blending with the ambient noise of the party.

I attempted to feign interest in the wall behind him, but Tig's keen perception saw through my guise. His knowing gaze bore into mine, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a knowing smirk. "You should see the younger Teller if you think Jax is hot shit," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "That little fucker can run circles around his brother in the looks department, and that's saying something."

My curiosity piqued at the mention of the elusive Teller son, Thomas. Tig's description painted a vivid picture of a young man exuding an unparalleled confidence and allure. "Thomas has an arrogance about him, worse than his brother," Tig mused, his words tinged with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "Even a nun would drop their panties for that son of a bitch."

"Isn’t this party for him – for Thomas?" I inquired; my voice tinged with curiosity as I met Tig's gaze. His nod confirmed my suspicions, the once jovial expression on his face giving way to a more somber demeanor.

"Yeah," Tig began, his tone carrying a weight of significance. "Gemma throws one every time she gets even one word that Tommy may be heading home – this is the fifth one so far this year." His words painted a picture of anticipation and longing, the repetitive nature of these gatherings hinting at a deeper yearning for the return of the elusive son.

I shifted my gaze towards Gemma, the matriarch of the Teller family, her radiant smile illuminating the dimly lit garage. Her watchful glances towards the entrance betrayed a mix of hope and apprehension, her maternal instincts on full display as she awaited the possible return.

Tig's next words drew my attention back to him, his mention of the underlying drama between the three of them casting a shadow over the festive atmosphere. "There’s a lot of drama between the three of them – Clay being the main denominator," he revealed, his words hinting at a complex web of relationships and conflicts that lay beneath the surface of the seemingly celebratory occasion.

"How so?" I pressed, unable to resist the pull of the unfolding drama, even as I acknowledged my status as an outsider, a mere stranger who had stumbled into their world by chance. Their familial intricacies were none of my business, yet the allure of the untold story was too compelling to ignore.

Tig reached for his cigarettes, offering me one in a gesture of camaraderie. I politely declined, opting to watch as he lit his own cigarette, the tendrils of smoke curling lazily into the air. "For starters," he began, his words punctuated by puffs of smoke, "Clay and John – the boys' father – were good friends. They were the ones who initially started the club." My curiosity deepened as Tig delved into the history that bound these characters together, shedding light on the origins of the tangled web of relationships that defined their lives.

"Well, they both had a thing for Gemma," Tig continued, his tone carrying a hint of admiration. "Which I can't say I blame them because she's fucking gorgeous." His candid remark added a layer of complexity to the already intricate dynamics at play, hinting at unspoken tensions and unrequited desires that simmered beneath the surface of their shared history.

"When Tommy and Jax were small – I think Jax was 12 and Tom was around 9," Tig continued, his voice laden with a somber tone that echoed the weight of the past, "John caught Gemma and Clay in bed together. It was obvious that they were fucking around behind John's back," Tig's words cut through the silence like a knife, laying bare the ugly truth that had festered beneath the surface for so long.

"One thing led to the other and Clay ended up shooting John point blank out behind the clubhouse." My hand instinctively flew to cover my mouth, a gesture of shock and disbelief as the enormity of the revelation washed over me. Tig's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his silence speaking volumes about the weight of the burden he carried, the knowledge of a dark secret that had shaped the lives of everyone involved.

Before I could utter a word, the rhythmic click of Gemma's heels echoed across the room, drawing my attention away from the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. As she approached where Tig and I sat, a subtle shift in his demeanor was unmistakable, his features softening at her familiar presence. With a tender gesture, Gemma leaned down and planted a delicate kiss on Tig's stubbled cheek, a gesture that spoke volumes of their shared history and unspoken understanding.

"She's a bit too young for you, Tiggy," Gemma remarked casually, her words carrying a hint of playful admonition. In that fleeting moment, a glimpse of their intricate dynamic unfolded before me - a mix of affection, protectiveness, and perhaps a touch of possessiveness. Tig's response, a wry smile tinged with affection and a hint of defiance, revealed a complex interplay of emotions beneath the surface.

“I can look but I promise I won’t touch.” He sent a wink my way before letting Gemma have his seat.

We both watched as he walked towards the older crew, smiling and flirting with the women around. “He’s something else that’s for sure,” Gemma smiled, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.

I just nodded my head, Tig’s claim still buzzing around in my brain like an annoying fly. “Heard you had a run-in with our trusty sheriff today,” Gemma remarked casually, her gaze piercing as it met mine.

Her words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at the thought of being watched. “I have eyes all around this town, sweetheart. You didn’t think I would let you go to the grocery store without someone following, did you?” Gemma's laughter rang out, sending a shiver down my spine.

I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to appear nonchalant. “I didn’t realize he was the sheriff until some lady spoke to him. Is he someone not to talk to?”

Gemma's expression turned serious as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He may wear the badge, but not all that glitters is gold in this town. Be careful who you trust, darling. Not everyone has your best interests at heart,” she warned cryptically, her words lingering in the air like a warning bell.

I slowly leaned back in my seat; my gaze still fixed on the older woman. “Why?” My voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

She turned to look at me, her expression unreadable. “Why what?” she countered, her eyes searching mine.

Choosing my words with caution, I asked, “Why can’t he be trusted? He is the sheriff of the town; shouldn’t that count for something?”

Gemma let out a sigh, her features softening slightly. “Being the sheriff doesn’t always guarantee trustworthiness, my dear. In a place like this, power can be a double-edged sword. Not everyone wields it with honor and integrity,” she explained cryptically, her words laden with a weight I couldn't quite comprehend.

"Breckon comes from a family that has been very powerful for many years, and they don’t like the fact that a new powerful family has moved into the area – this club has more power in its pinky toe than the whole police force has in all its arsenal. We, this club, protects this town – Clay, Tig, and Jax – they are the ultimate kings of Charming," Gemma explained, her voice laced with a mix of pride and caution.

She paused, her gaze intense as she took my hand in hers, the weight of her words sinking in. "And honey, if you play your cards right, you can be the queen Jackson needs," she added, her tone soft yet filled with an underlying sense of urgency.

The guy had barely said a handful of words to me in the past couple of months, and here Gemma was talking about how I could be his queen.

“I don’t know Gemma?” I pulled my hand away, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension creeping over me.

Her features started to harden as she fixed me with a piercing gaze. “Like I told you from the beginning, I see a lot of myself in you. I was a runaway, lost and searching for my place in the world, until the club found me. I became the woman I am today because of those men, and I see that same potential in you. I can shape you to be the next great queen – the wife, mother, and far into the future, grandmother that Jax and the next generation need.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and my heart pounded in my chest, unsure of what to make of her proposition. “You’re young – you’ll be able to learn everything there is to know very quickly,” Gemma continued, her voice firm with conviction. “Just be faithful and know your place – be the old lady that your husband needs – deserves. Bow down to his every wish and command.”

As her words echoed in my mind, I felt a mixture of fear and fascination at the prospect of stepping into this role that Gemma saw for me. The weight of her expectations and the legacy she spoke of loomed large before me, leaving me to ponder the choice laid out in front of me – to embrace this path and all it entailed, or to forge my own destiny apart from the shadows of the past.

“I’m a total stranger to you guys – some little runaway,” I stammered, trying to push back against the weight of Gemma's expectations. "You can’t seriously consider me to be the next big thing for this club, for your son. Surely you have someone else lined up for such a spot?"

Her earrings tapped against her neck as she shook her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You’re it, kid,” she replied, her voice filled with unwavering certainty. “From the moment my son laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the girl for him. He may not say much in person, but the way he gets when you’re around, it tells me everything I need to know.”

My eyes strained as they stared at the floor, the weight of Gemma's words causing my head to spin. “I uh-“ I quickly stood up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me, threatening to pull me into its disorienting embrace.

“Doll, you okay?” Gemma's voice cut through the haze; concern etched on her features as she rose from her seat.

I softly pushed her away, my movements unsteady as I tried to regain my composure. “Yeah, I just, uh, I just need some air,” I mumbled, my words coming out in a shaky whisper as I turned towards the door, desperate for a moment of respite from the intensity of the conversation.

Stepping outside into the cool night air, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the sensation of the breeze against my skin a welcome contrast to the heaviness that had settled within me. The sounds of the club faded into the background as I focused on grounding myself, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and expectations that had been thrust upon me in such a short span of time.

As I leaned against the wall, the faint glow of the moon casting a silver sheen over the scene before me, I couldn't help but wonder where this path would lead me and what kind of choices lay ahead. The world of the club and the role that Gemma saw for me loomed large in my mind, a daunting and uncertain future stretching out before me like an uncharted territory waiting to be explored.

The gravel crunched under my shoes as I kicked the rocks around, the sound echoing in the quiet night air, a hiss slipping past my lips as one stubbornly became lodged underneath my foot.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, a surge of frustration coursing through me as I pressed my body against the cold exterior of the building, seeking a moment of respite from the discomfort. Bending over, I hastily unbuckled my shoe, the darkness around the garage enveloping me like a shroud.

The area surrounding the garage was cloaked in shadows, the absence of light so profound that it felt almost suffocating. In the inky blackness, shapes morphed and merged, playing tricks on my eyes and heightening my sense of unease. It was in this darkness that I sought refuge, hiding from Gemma and the weight of her expectations that bore down on me like a heavy burden.

“I wouldn’t be kicking those rocks if I were you.”

The deep voice sliced through the stillness of the night, causing my body to shoot up in surprise, my heart racing in my chest as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, heralding the presence of an unseen figure. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a chill ran down my spine, a sense of apprehension settling over me like a heavy cloak.

As the tall shadow emerged from the darkness, my breath caught in my throat, uncertainty and fear mingling in the air between us. The figure loomed before me, their features obscured by the veil of night, a silent and imposing presence that sent a shiver of unease down my spine.

The mysterious figure's long, disheveled blonde hair swayed slightly in the night breeze, framing his face in a wild and unkempt manner. Strands of hair partially obscured his features, adding to the air of enigma that surrounded him.

His attire spoke of a ruggedness that matched his imposing presence. The dirty jean jacket draped across his broad shoulders, its fabric worn and faded from time and use. The jacket seemed to carry unseen stories within its frayed seams, hinting at a life lived on the edge of society.

Beneath the tattered jacket, a pair of ripped jeans covered his long legs, the denim worn thin in places, revealing glimpses of skin underneath. Each tear and fray in the fabric seemed to tell a tale of hardship and survival, of a journey marked by hardship and struggle.

I struggled to find my voice; my words caught in my throat as I met the gaze of this mysterious stranger. "Pardon?" The word slipped out of my mouth, barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the night.

As the figure moved closer, his presence looming over me in the dim light, a knot of fear tightened in my stomach. His voice was low and gravelly, carrying a hint of menace that sent a chill down my spine.

"The rocks—" he began, his hand reaching for the cigarette between his lips, a faint ember glowing in the darkness.

"They've been known to put shards of glass in the rocks," he continued, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "Don't ask me why, but they find it funny when one of you broads end up bleeding like a stuck hog. And don't even bother asking them for help," he continued, his tone grim and foreboding. "Because they'll just wave you off like a piece of trash."

I looked down at my bare foot, the warning from the mysterious figure still ringing in my ears. His words had cast a shadow over the carefree evening, injecting a sense of unease into the night air. My gaze flicked back up to meet his, a mixture of skepticism and gratitude in my eyes.

"Thanks," I muttered quietly, my voice tinged with uncertainty. Quickly, I bent down to buckle my shoe back on, the mundane task grounding me during the strange encounter. With a deep breath, I straightened up and began to walk back towards the distant sounds of laughter and music from the party.

Just as I thought I had left the enigmatic figure behind, his voice reached me once more, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back to look at him, a questioning expression on my face as he spoke again.

"You looked pretty bored in there," he observed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Gemma—" He shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "She can suck the life out of ya sometimes."

As the mysterious figure's boots crushed the rocks underfoot, his tall frame loomed over my shorter stature, his presence casting a shadow over me. I instinctively took a step back, a mix of unease swirling within me.

His words painted a picture of the party I had just left, now tainted by his cynical observations. I felt a surge of defiance rise within me as I bristled at his insinuations.

"You don't really wanna go back in there, do you?" he questioned, gesturing towards the lively gathering. "Have to listen to Gemma talk your ear off or have one of those grown pigs try to get you into their bed."

His words cut through the night air like a knife, highlighting the darker undercurrents of the social scene before us. My gaze followed his motion towards the partygoers, a sense of discomfort settling in the pit of my stomach.

"Or are you trying to get Jackson Teller to notice you like all the rest of the females in this town?" he continued, his tone laced with a knowing edge. "He has a bedpost full of notches, sure you wanna be one of them?"

The audacity of his words fueled a fire within me, igniting a spark of anger that blazed to the surface. "What the fuck is your problem?" I shot back, my voice sharp with indignation.

He merely shrugged his shoulders, the smirk still playing on his features. "I know how women work, especially when they get around my brother."

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Did you say her drabbles are back open? HOLD MY BEER

*SCREEEEEEECCCHHHH* is the sound of my feet skidding to a halt when I arrive to you, dropping to my knees!

Can I please request prompt # 20 for JAX TELLER PLEASE 🔥

I did. I said it and therefore it is true. And yes. Yes you can. This one was fun to do, so thanks for requesting it! Oh and it well and truly got away from me, so it's more of a short than a drabble, but I doubt you'll mind! :D

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It's that fucking sneer. The way he looks at you like you're something that just jumped up and bit him. You know that if you were a dude, he and you would likely have come to physical blows by now, such is your utter disdain for one another, although you're never sure whether it is because you're female, or because he's conflicted by the fact he'd only marginally rather fuck you than fight you that keeps him from swinging his fists.

Because you know he wants to fuck you. That sneer? It's partly driven by the fact he hates that he wants you so badly, being that he loathes you so much.

You're just finishing up cleaning in one of the stopover rooms, helping Gemma get the rancid clubhouse back to some semblance of cleanliness when you hear the door close, looking up from the freshly made bed to see your nemesis standing there.

"The fuck do you want?" Your tone is crisp, biting. God, how you hate that man.

He lifts his chin, nostrils flaring slightly, his eyes narrowing. "To hate fuck the absolute shit out of you. Get undressed."

Well, at least he's direct, but you snort on a mutter immediately upon hearing such a request. "Oh, you think I'm giving up my pussy for someone I despise as much as you? We don't like each other, Jackson. I think that's abundantly clear."

A sharp breath hisses up his nose, Jax slowly walking towards you, eyeing you very, very intently. "That's why I said it'd be a hate fuck. I don’t give a fuck that we don’t like each other. Take off your clothes. Now.”

You're defiant, but still, something in you weakens when you see the want beginning to pool in his eyes, his body tensing as it radiates over his muscles. "Make me."

He shrugs, reaching for his knife. "Alright." Grasping the front of your dress, he brings the blade down into the cloth, slashing it apart before grabbing either side and ripping it, tearing your dress clean in two. "Now, unless you want me to ruin your underwear the same way, get on your fucking back."

Reaching for him, you grab his belt, towing him towards you, the ecstasy of the moment snapping over your skin like tiny storms. You grin, running your tongue up his cheek. "Make me."

He grasps your waist, tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll, and from the moment your back hits the mattress, it's on. It's carnage, sweet, delicious carnage, utter sexual fury as both rage fuck each other... and the fresh sheets right off the bed. To say the man dicks you the hell down thoroughly would be the biggest understatement ever used.

At least you leave that room knowing there's one thing you do actually quite like about Jackson Teller, although you're loathed to admit it.

[band--psycho]

Jax Teller x Reader-A Blast From The Past

Requested by @thaliastregona with the prompt angsty valentines day!

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It was so hard to stop this drabble at 500 words!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Worry washed over Y/n as she sat alone in the busy restaurant. Y/b/f was never late, to anything. He was usually the opposite; which worked because so was she. 

In the few months they’d been together it had become a sort of competition to see how early they could get to places. 

At first Y/n thought she was just earlier than him, but it was now thirty minutes since their booking and still there was no sign of him, no call, no text, nothing, even though she’d called him twice. 

She was just about to leave when she saw the waitress who seated her, walking towards the table. But when she noticed who was behind her, she wished she had left. 

Because it wasn’t Y/b/n who was walking behind the waitress, it was Jax Teller.

Jackson fucking Teller.

In a suit….

“Sorry I’m late, darlin’,” he said, leaning over to place a quick  kiss on Y/n's cheek, before sitting down in the chair opposite her. 

Y/n was seething. 

If looks could kill, Jax would be dead right there. 

Why was he here? 

How did he know she was here?

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed, the venom evident in her voice. 

“I didn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day,” he answered back, picking up a menu.

“I’m not alone my date should be arriving any minute now,” 

Y/n stated, hoping that her words might somehow scare Jax off, but, of course it didn’t. 

Instead, it made a smile form on his face. 

A dark smile. 

One that sent a chill down Y/ns spine. 

“I don’t think he will be,”

It was at that moment, realization dawned on her. 

He’d done something to Y/b/f and that’s why he wasn’t here tonight and Jax was.  

“What’ve you done?” 

“I haven’t done anything,” he said innocently, but Y/n knew he had done something  to Y/b/f, even if he wasn’t the one who actually did it.

She’d known Jax from when she lived in Charming, when she was in her early twenties; they fell in love…or she thought they did, she certainly fell for him. Hard. 

But he broke her heart; so she left Charming, and built a new life for herself.

She moved on. 

Now here he was, sitting in front of her, looking at her, like they’d never broken up. Like he wasn’t the reason why they broke up, five years ago today. 

“What do you want?”

“You,”

Y/n hated how her heart skipped a beat at his answer. It shouldn’t have. 

She was with Y/b/f, she was happy with him, she truly  liked him and could see herself falling in love with him. 

But Jax…he had this hold on Y/n; maybe it was because he was her first proper love…but as much as her mind was screaming at her to leave, for some reason she just couldn’t.

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The 1301 Crisis

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Article Written: 3 October 1452

1301-02

The economy, up to this point, was prosperous in the Early Retunian Republic, having fully recovered from the 1290 downturn. This recovery was the result of Prime Minister John Waltmann's economic reform measures, renewed prospects of deep-trade reform, and the expansion of the lightfire industry in Ancondria.

However, this economy was more vulnerable than ever, for about 90 percent of it was financed by loans from the Big Five Banks in Hasphitat. Numerous businesses and even privately-owned estates were either paying operation costs with these loans, or were profitable enough to do so without the loans and were now paying those loans back. Many individuals had also taken loans out, primarily for paying rent, which had become unaffordable for many entry-level workers without some form of financial assistance.

Upon receiving critical testimony from foreign powers regarding the outlook of lightfire investments in Ancondria, the Big Five Banks decided to invoke a clause from the 1276 Resolution and liquidate all loans previously made to businesses invested in the field. This happened in June 1301 and led to the shuttering of many businesses as a result of defaults. This also led to a dramatic fall in the stock and tradestone markets, leading other businesses to either shutter or pare down on operation and labor costs. The resulting mass-layoffs left people unable to pay back loans or rent, causing them to lose homes and property. The resulting explosion in poverty led businesses to lose large numbers of clients, and were also forced to shutter, laying off even more employees and worsening the cycle.

This economic collapse also had an impact on privately-owned estates, many of which were startups and were paying back bank loans. When loan liquidation failed to yield as much payback as needed, the banks faced financial pressure to liquidate estate loans. When the estates defaulted, the banks liquidated their properties, evicting landlords and tenants. This meant that many tenants were evicted even if they paid their rent faithfully.

Such loan liquidation and stock collapses occurred in the midst of the Big Five Banks contracting, which forced the branch banks to fend for themselves when it came to providing cash for those requesting to withdraw their savings. But mass panic ensued, and many people flooded the banks to attempt to withdraw their savings, which led the branch banks to run out of funds and eventually shutter.

In the beginning of 1302, in the midst of this chaos, Prime Minister Waltmann enacted a measure provided by the Remikran Union to build emergency housing to house those who were suddenly left homeless. This addressed the homeless crisis but the living units were basic, lacked comfort, and were often dangerous. In fact, there are many accounts of walls and ceilings collapsing as well as structural fires.

Mervin Teller, a Provincial Domain Governor General having served under former Prime Minister Jackson, announced his run for the Prime Minister election of 1302, blaming Prime Minister Waltmann for "mismanagement" in the midst of the economic crisis. Teller presented an agenda to re-invest in international trade to create jobs, a seemingly appealing plan. However, it was later in his campaign when Teller stated that he would end the emergency housing program in order to re-balance the government budget, prompting backlash from the population and causing him to lose the election to Waltmann.

1303-06

Through negotiations, Waltmann convinced bank leaders in the summer of 1303 to make cautious investments in the market surrounding Ancondria, and enacted stimulus measures to re-establish businesses. This had relative success, and it appeared the economy was en route to recovery.

In February 1304, however, the Linbraean Royal Trust made negative testimony against Ancondrian investors from Middle Remikra and withdrew an essential credit line, which sent the Middle Remikran markets crashing again. In the summer of 1304, Waltmann, again through negotiations, convinced the Five Big Banks to make cautious re-investments in Ancondria, as the embassy and Retunian territories in Ancondria were formally established along with an emerging market in the Ancondrian city of Silba. The economy re-stabilized as a result, but then crashed again in the beginning of 1305 amid fears stemming from international intervention involving the Great Northern Duchy of Ecnedivelc. However, trade in Ancondria continued to grow, and the economy re-stabilized beginning in 1306. With the promise of growth in the future, businesses in the mainland of Middle Remikra re-emerged while unemployment was at its lowest rate since the 1301 Crisis began.

1307-09

And then came the crash of 1307. Precipitated by a fallout in the Ancondrian trade market, it was the largest market crash since the beginning of the 1301 Crisis and erased the progress made in 1306. Again, people were unemployed as more of them were forced into emergency housing. Protests broke out in the cities while Prime Minister Waltmann encountered stiff resistance from the banks during negotiations.

Walter Scott Mason, President of the Rotary Legion of North Kempton, announced his run for Prime Minister in 1306 for the 1308 election, running as a candidate for the Diplomatic Party. Initially, his wild rhetoric in evangelism and ultra-nationalism made him the least popular Diplomatic Party candidate, as he seemed to stand no chance against the leading Diplomatic Party candidate: Woodward Madden, the incumbent governor of Gymia. However, when the 1307 crash happened, Mason began preaching to numerous crowds that Waltmann was enacting policies to favor the Holz Finzi Darkfire Community and award them economic privileges over everyone else. This claim turned out to be false; nonetheless, a large majority of the conservative Retunian population, desperate for answers, immediately turned their support toward Mason. And thus, Mason won the Diplomatic Party primary election in September of 1307. And loyal Rotary Chapters across the Republic united to form the "Knights of the Common Good," or the KCG, under Mason's leadership.

Meanwhile, another significant portion of the population turned their support toward Holz Finzi, who had, up to this point, been regarded with fear for his power in darkfire practice. However, emerging studies at the time had shown darkfire to have practical benefits needed for the present economic situation. Furthermore, accounts came to light detailing those either deeply involved in darkfire or having innate darkfire conjuration tendencies being subject to measures of harsh oppression during the Early Republic. This bolstered support for darkfire legalization, which almost came to fruition in 1308.

Despite sharing a common interest for a better economic future, Finzi supporters and Mason supporters were fiercely opposed to each other to the point of violence. When he lost to Waltmann in the controversial 1308 election, Mason continued his campaign, refusing to concede and continuing to rally his supporters. He was about to host a meeting in the Chemkan city of Tandowyn that November when he was assassinated. KCG leaders blamed the assassination on Finzi and his supporters, and launched a nationwide act of vengeful violence against the Finzi Darkfire Community, bringing the Early Republic very close to a civil war.

And thus, in the beginning of 1309, it was Prime Minister Waltmann serving as the only force preventing the two dueling nationwide political factions from engaging in an all-out conflict. In September 1309, Waltmann gestured for the Banks to engage in a possible deep-trade opportunity in Ancondria. However, that opportunity proved false and sent the Retunian markets crashing again; and this time, for the first time in history, the Retunian government declared bankruptcy. This prompted nationwide protests while Waltmann got involved in a scuffle with his appointed Governor General, William Irving, who pulled out a pistol and shot Waltmann dead. The Retunian government moved to instill Marshall Noland as the Interim Prime Minister, but at a critical moment, the officiation was interrupted by a missile shot by the KCG, forcing the government of the Early Republic to cease functions.

And so began the 1309 Revolution, over which Finzi and his supporters would ultimately prevail on 7 September 1309. The KCG and their allies fled to Gymia, which had declared autonomy from what would become the Independent Commonwealth State of Retun. The former Gymian territory became the Reformed Federal Estates of Retun and would declare a war on the Commonwealth in 1311, but would lose to the Commonwealth the following year. Meanwhile, Finzi and the Commonwealth government enacted sweeping policies that eradicated the financial economic woes of the 1301 Crisis.

[oneshotsandheadcanons]

Kidnapped - Jax Teller

Request; “We’ll find them, okay?” “I never break my promises.”“Marry me?”“I think I may be pregnant.” with Jax Teller pretty please

Requested by @gemini0410

Requested from this prompt list.

Summary; Y/N tells Jax shes pregnant, and is due around the same time as Wendy. A few months later, it isn't just Abel who gets taken to Ireland. (I changed "I think I may be pregnant." to "I'm pregnant." to fit the story.)

I'd never been nervous heading to the clubhouse, until today. I had to tell Jax I was pregnant. He already had a kid on the way with his ex wife Wendy, and I found out we were gonna be due around the same time.

I pulled into the clubhouse to see Jax sitting outside, having a drink with Clay, Juice and Chibs.

"Hey darlin'." Jax smiled, standing up to kiss me on the cheek, once I got to them.

"Hey guys." I said, giving a half smile. "Jax, can we talk?"

"Sure, let's go to the roof." A look of worry had spread across his face.

I was worried too, we'd only slept together once and while he'd officially asked me to be his old lady, I didn't know if he'd cope with this and Wendy.

We climbed up to the roof, sitting on the side. It was nice up here, peaceful, you could see the going ons of the clubhouse and the garage below you.

"So, what's going on?" Jax asked me. "You okay?"

"Jax, I'm pregnant. And I get if you can't handle it, with Wendy and everything and you can be as involved if you want. Even if it's not at all." I blurted out.

Jax was silent for a second, the look of worry turning to one of shock, but he managed to regain himself quickly.

"You're pregnant?"

I nodded. "Due around the same time as Wendy."

A grin spread across his face. "That's great, I'm gonna have two beautiful children."

He grabbed my face, kissing me.

"So you're happy?"

"I'm ecstatic." He grinned. "I can't wait to be a dad."

He kissed me again.

"So, do you wanna tell the club, or?"

Jax nodded, standing up.

"Let's go, I can't wait for them to know."

We climbed back down into the clubhouse, everyone was there, besides Gemma. Thankfully, the whole ub accepted me straight away, and it was easy to talk to them.

"Hey, where's Gemma?" I asked them

"Garage office." Tig answered me.

"Jax, we can't do this without her."

"Do what?" Juice asked, looking confused.

"Go fetch Gemma, then we'll tell everyone."

Juice nodded, running to fetch her.

"Whats going on? Is something wrong?" Gemma asked, when she ran in a few seconds later.

"Nothings wrong mom." Jax chuckled. "We just wanna tell everyone something together."

"So, what's going on?" Bobby asked me.

"Y/N's pregnant!" Jax yelled happily, causing a chorus of congratulations and hugs.

*A few months later*

I was at home, watching Abel and our daughter Isabel, with Half Sack watching over me. He was a good guy, loyal to the club, I hoped they patched him in soon, I liked him.

We were in the kitchen, I was preparing bottles for the kids. They were in their car seats, I was about to take them to see Gemma.

Someone burst in the house in a ski mask, and into the kitchen. Half Sack jumped straight in front of me and the kids, but he got stabbed.

"Half Sack!!" I screamed. I couldn't go to him, because the guy had the knife pointed right at me, and I was frozen in shock.

Before I could move, the man had took both the kids and gone. I quickly grabbed the phone, dialling Jax, but he didn't pick up.

This was club stuff, could I take Half Sack to the hospital? I wasn't sure, I needed Jax.

I knelt down next to him. "Stay with me, Half Sack."

I dialled Juice instead, who picked up instantly.

"Juice, I need the club now. My house, emergency. "

I didn't explain more, and hung up, it was always best to keep calls to a minimum.

As I tried to stem the bleeding coming from Half Sack, I realised the reality. The kids were gone, the kids were in my care and they were taken.

Juice was the first to burst through the door.

"He-He was stabbed." Juice moved me out the way, and took over, but it wasn't enough. Half Sack was dead.

I collapsed on the floor in tears, the kids were gone and Half Sack was dead, all because of me.

"Y/N!! Y/N!!!" I heard Jax's voice.

"Kitchen!" Juice yelled.

Jax ran in, the club behind him.

"What's happened?"

"The... The kids got taken." I sobbed. "Half Sa..ck tried to St... Stop him, but he killed him. Hes dead, and and I lost the kids."

"Hey, we'll find them, okay? I promise." Jax said, pulling me into his chest. "I never break my promises, we'll find them."

*A few weeks later*

We'd had Half Sacks funeral, where the buried him with a full kutte, after I'd asked Jax if they could. He deserved that kutte, and it was how they'd get it.

The club was on a lead in Ireland for the kids, and Gemma had stupidly gone after them.

They had been gone a while, and I was nervous. Just then, the door opened.

"Jax?" I ran to the door, to see Jax there with Abel and Isabel. "Oh my god, you found them!"

I ran over, wrapping them all in a hug. "Course I got 'em, promised you I would."

I kissed him, before taking Isabel off him, and we put them down to sleep.

"Y/N, marry me?"

I turned to face him. "What?"

"Marry me." He repeated. "Being apart like that, all of it, killed me. And I never knew if I'd tell you or the kids how much you meant to me. I love you Y/N,and I want you in my life forever."

"Of course I'll marry you." I grinned, before kissing him again.

[visionarystoryteller]

LIKE WHY DO U LOOK LIKE YOU COULD BE RELEATED TO NICK JACKSON MASSIE MORE THAN HIS OWN BROTHER 😭😂😭🥵😭🥵🥴🥴 tell me I’m not seeing things

[daydreamingatnight209]

Okay so like I said I am going to start writing for other people (but I still am mainly a criminal minds blog dw ) and I wanted to share something I wrote over a year ago but still love! It’s from the show Sons of Anarchy and it’s one of my absolute faves! I do recommend it but I will warn you it’s not for the faint hearted.

Feedback is always welcome ✨💞

“Why Him?”

Jax Teller x Female Reader

Warnings- This has been written in first person, unlike my other pieces. Mention of drugs.

Prompts - 1. “I'm not the type of girl people fall in love with”

2. “his icy blue eyes carry more darkness then any brown pair I’d seen”

3. “it is hard to resist the bad boy who is a genuinely good man”

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Why him?

I always seem to get asked this particular question.

Why Jackson Nathanial Teller?

If I am truly honest with myself even I couldn’t answer the question, how did I manage to fall in love with a badass biker dude, even more so how did this badass biker dude fall for me, after all I'm not the type of girl people fall in love with.

Maybe it was because of his long blonde hair and the fact that I can joke around with him by calling him a Disney Princess or maybe it is the fact that his icy blue eyes carry more darkness then any brown pair I’d seen.

Perhaps it is the fact that it is hard to resist the bad boy who is a genuinely good man. 

I had grown up with Jax and had had close connections with the club, when I turned sixteen I begun the process of prospecting to become a member, Clay wasn’t fond of the idea in the beginning but quickly warmed up to it when he realised I could handle whatever he threw at me – I was made for this life, it was in my blood.  

By the time of my 17th birthday I became a permanent member of SAMCRO, during this time Jax had been through a lot, his girlfriend, Tara broke his heart and left Charming and I was left to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

I’d always been there for Jax, threw is good and bad choices, he knew he could count on me and I knew I could count on him.

I remember the time he made our relationship official. I was 25 years old.

 It was around the time his son Abel was born, his ex wife Wendy had been using again and this led to Abel being born prematurely – Jax struggled with the weight of the situation and his guilt for not keeping an eye on Wendy to try and avoid these events, to add on top of this ATF cops were digging into the club and Tara had made an appearance back in Charming, so I did what I always do, gave Jax a shoulder to lean.   

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Abel was stable but had to stay in intensive care for awhile, both me and Jax went everyday to visit him.

“Be my old lady”

Jax had blurted out; I stared at him, my mouth agape.

“Excuse me?” I whispered my breathing shallow.

He repeated his statement and begun to list off his reasons why but I couldn’t hear him, my brain was still putting his sentence together.

Jax could see my state and lent down In front of me.

His hand was resting gently but firmly on my cheek as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I already knew I would do anything for this man with the Harley bike, black SOA kutte and the icy blue eyes; this was the day I knew he would do anything for me.

So ask me again, why Jax Teller?

Maybe it was because of his blonde hair, blue eyes and Harley Motorcycle or maybe just maybe it is because love works in strange ways and couldn’t keep us apart.

[crimsonheart01]

#19 with Jax? So happy to see your posts again, babe!

Thank you my love! I missed writing and the community! I’m glad to be back!!! I haven’t had a Jackie Boy request in a long time. Hunnam is a babe! 

19 “ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

You stood in the empty kitchen, radio turned up and a spatula in your hand as you spun around. It was cliche but here you were dancing in your underwear around his kitchen. He was still out cold and you let loose, knowing no one was around to watch. 

Pausing you flipped the pancake you were making. He never needed to know but you couldn’t cook for your life. Pancakes though? Now those were your jam. It was the only recipe you ever learned and you perfected it. 

Waiting for this one to finish cooking, you slid around the kitchen floor. Thankful for the old man socks you were wearing. Pulled halfway up your calves. The oversized SAMCRO t-shirt you stole off the floor just covering your assets. You wiggled around, busting out the moves. 

You felt his hands slide under the shirt you were wearing, the cool metal of his rings sending shivers down your spine. He smoothed his palms over the curve of your hips and thighs, before sliding up to settle just below your belly button. 

“All this for me?” He asked, tucking his face into your neck, his voice still gruff from sleep. 

You licked your lips and leaned backwards, relying fully on him to balance out your combined weights. He grunted as you became dead weight in his embrace, laughing as you shimmied your shoulders into his. 

“Good morning,” You turned sideways, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

You hopped away from him but were unsuccessful as his hands caught you around the waist and pulled you right back to him. He maneuvered himself expertly and trapped you between his body and the kitchen counter. 

With a devilish smirk, he leaned in, running his fingers between yours and pressing them into the counter. He traced his nose along the outside of your jawline before pulling back and letting his eyes rove every inch of you, from the tip of your nose right down to your toes. 

You grinned, shaking your head at his over the top way of checking you out. You loved it thought. 

“You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pick up line.” He murmured, leaning back in to kiss you. 

It was all for naught because as soon as the words came out of his mouth you burst into laughter. He stopped, hovering a few inches from your face. Your knees fell together as you laughed harder at the confusion in his face. 

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows creasing momentarily. 

“That is so sappy,” You licked your lips with a wide smile, “That I might just vomit.” 

The confusion in his expression cleared and was quickly replaced with mischievousness. 

“You saying you don’t like my pick up lines?” He pouted, faking hurt. 

You scoffed, “Please, that was half a pick up line at most.” 

He threw his head back, laughing. “Well fine, if you want to be like that,” He mock sulked, before closing in on you without any warning and catching you in a searing kiss. You sighed into him, you body falling slack against his. He chuckled at your reaction, using his hands to line your back and help you stay upright. 

When you broke apart he leaned his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard. You lifted a hand and rested it against his cheek, tapping it lightly a few times. 

“See, now?” You whispered breathlessly, “Who needs corny pick up lines when you can kiss me like that?” 

He grinned down at you before ducking abruptly and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed as he did so. He turned the burner off, pushing the pan off the stove and carried you back down the hallway to his bedroom, spouting off the worst pick up lines in history as he went. 

Written based on these prompts

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Connor Rhodes

Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

Plan — @lcvesjj

Jay Halstead

Kiss It, Kiss It Better Baby — @halsteadlover

Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

Under Fire — ^

Shadows From the Past — ^

“Ladies love a guys who’s good with kids” ⎢ Part 2  — @poppadom0912

Uncle and Niece (Platonic) — ^

Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

Time After Time Chapter 14 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

When She Laughs, The Heavens Hum a Stun Gun Lullaby — @saintmuses

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

The Last to Know — @kdogreads

Imagine Being Chibs’ Old Lady ⎢ Part 2 — ^

Imagine Taking In the Teller Boys With Chibs — ^

Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

Teach Me How to Ride — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

Happy Lowman

Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

Angst to Fluff Prompts — @ravennaortiz

Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

You Aren’t Meant to Be Back Until Christmas Eve — @rebelwrites

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

Stolen Sweater — @i'm-just-a-mississippi-girl

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

[lostinreveriefiction]

Caught. [Jax Teller x Reader]

[Anonymous request: Jax Teller / You Don’t Know What Love Is. & I Just Hate To Be The Bad Guy.]

WARNINGS: None.

A/N: Fluff, I suppose. Reader is a little bit afraid of commitment. 

Standing in the doorway to the garage you watched as Jax and Opie joked and simultaneously worked on the motorbike in front of them. Looking to the pair you almost felt jealous of how close a relationship they had – one you had never experienced.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Jax announced, finally noticing you. A smile appeared on your face as you wandered over, collected into his arms as he clasped his hands around your waist, taking a long look at you.

“You busy?” You asked, brushing your pelvis against his crotch in a way that no one else would’ve noticed. Jax chuckled and pulled back slightly, planting a kiss on your lops as he did so.

“I am, unfortunately, darlin’,” he replied, eyeing the bike and Opie for a second before his gaze returned to you. “You’re coming tonight though, right?”

“Tonight?” You repeated and Jax sighed.

“Gemma’s doing dinner. Remember? Whole gang will be there?”

“Oh! I, uh,” you stumbled, attempting to think up an excuse to get out of having to go.

Most of the girls that surrounded the club would jump at the chance of being anything more than an ‘outlet’ to Jax Teller, and it’s not that you weren’t appreciative of how ‘in demand’ he was to the crow eater that hung around, but you were happy being a free woman and wanted to keep it that way. However, you weren’t in denial of your feelings for Jax either, if anything they were what kept you coming back to him rather than seeking out anyone else. But you just weren’t at that ‘meet and become one of the family’ stage – oh no, at least not when previous experience and knowledge had taught you otherwise.

“Forget it,” Jax surmised, obviously picking up on your reluctance to attend.

“Jax-“

“Look, I’ve done this before, and yeah the chase if usually great, but we’ve been doing this for months now – and if a meal with a bunch of people you already know is enough to make you go running, then maybe it’s time I stopped chasing,” he sighed, looking both fed up and slightly irritated.

“Please don’t make me be the bad guy here,” you begged, already feeling guilty as well as feeling slightly afraid that this would be the last time you would see him.

“I’m not, darlin’. I just can’t understand why you don’t want to take things to the next level. We’ve done the hard bit, the rest should be easy, but you seem to want to make it more difficult than it needs to be – JUST A SEC, OPE!” He called, and Opie nodded.

“I’m…not used to guys wanting to take things to another level, so I usually finish things before they let me down.”

“So why am I different?” Jax asked, placing his hands on your arms.

“What do you mean?” You replied, already knowing what he meant but trying to buy time for an answer.

“Why have you stuck around with me for so long?” He asked, and you thought for a second. It didn’t take long to find the answer, it was there but you had brushed it aside for so long because you had a stronger voice that always reassured you that ‘alone was better.’ “I gotta go help Ope,” he interjected, snapping you out of your inner turmoil for a second. “Come to dinner, see all of us as a family and you will realise why it was worth sticking around with me for so long.” Jax planted a kiss on your forehead before he wandered back off to join Opie.

You left the garage in a daze and while at home, your mind constantly ran over the pros and cons of going against what you had been practicing for so long. Jax definitely had a point, and it had thrown you slightly. All of the other guys had been involved with you for only a little over 2 weeks, or so, but Jax and you had been going on months now – but it had been suiting you both to continue like that for so long, so why change it now?

 As confused as you were, you turned up at Gemma’s on time for dinner and hastily rang the doorbell. Tig answered the door and smiled.

“Hiya, Sweetheart,” he said, holding the door open as you entered. “JAX! I OWE YA $20!”

Jax appeared seconds later with a smile on his face, before he stepped up to you, grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you softly for a second, while you relaxed a little into him.

“Don’t worry,” he began, talking low as he stared into your eyes. “I’m not gonna pull out an engagement ring, or anything. It’s just dinner.”

“I mean, if the rock was big enough I could be convinced,” you joked and both of you instantly relaxed before walking to the dining table to join the others.

Gemma greeted you with a kiss and instantly had you helping out to sort out the drinks – a distraction which you gladly accepted.

Standing away from everyone, you looked around the room and saw something familiar from what you had witnessed earlier in the day. The relationship that Jax and Opie had, was one that was shared across all of the people in the room. Everyone genuinely loved each other and cared for each other – something, again, you had been missing your whole life. But that was about to change.

One look at Jax across the room told him that you were ready to take you and him to the next level. You were finally ready to go all in.

[ilooklikeididyesterday]

HAHA! Is this a prompt or what!? 👀

[rayslittlekitten]

Cotton Candy-Ass

“You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: Guess what's back. Writer Wednesday @writer-wednesday and Jax and Opie's sister. Thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for starting WW again. This started out fluffy but it like went in a different direction so I just let the characters do whatever they wanted. Also, I think up until this point, I've been keeping the physical description of Reader/OC pretty vague and minimal as possible, but for this particular installment, I thought it was more effective in story telling to include a few things such as hair color. I actually have a face claim for her, but I won't advertise it just so you don't get stuck with that image if you'd rather not picture anyone. I mean, clearly she's white given she's Opie's sister, but I also understand suspending the belief while reading it. Thank you @kesskirata for taking a look at this for me!

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1.2k

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller x Teenager F! Reader/OC

Plot: What was supposed to be a fun date gets soured by an unexpected run in.

Contains: a little fluff, cursing, jealousy, protective!Jax (sorta), maybe a little hurt/comfort?, some cattiness

Image Prompt:

It's that time of year again when the carnival comes to town. It's one of the most anticipated events because there honestly isn't much to do in such a small town. It's why you and Jax are always getting into trouble. Part of it is also because you both know you have some sort of protection from the club should something go south. What's the worst that can happen? You get arrested? But that's not the kind of trouble you both look for. Stealing some candy might be your biggest crime to date. Jax's? Stealing your heart, but he would say you stole his first, held it hostage and he is now your prisoner.

He's right. A prisoner in a tin box forty feet above the ground.

The only ride Jax Teller does is on a Harley, but he's agreed to go on the Ferris wheel just for you. Jax has his arm around you, resting on your shoulders as you look around. They are still loading the wheel and currently you are at the highest point. The sun has already started setting and the sky is dusky. Scattered lights glow below you from the different rides and stands. Suddenly you feel the car shaking and swinging so you grab onto Jax and the railing to brace yourself, only to find your boyfriend was the one causing the movement.

"Jackson! Don't do that!" you scold him, but he laughs.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you," Jax says as his laugh dies off.

"I don't care. You know I'm afraid of heights."

"You're the one who wanted to come up here," he reminds you.

You cross your arms and look away from him.

"Aww, are you mad at me?" Jax asks, trying to look at you, but you ignore him.

The wheel starts moving a bit again and then it comes to a halt.

"Hey," Jax tries again.

When you don't budge, Jax reaches his hand over to gently grip your chin to turn your face, but you pull yourself out of his hold.

"Come on, don't be mad." Jax shifts closer to you, attempts to turn your face again and leans in to nudge his nose against your ear. "I'm sorry, baby."

Still, you are unaffected.

“This isn’t about what I did, is it?” Jax asks. “It’s about those girls from before?”

Your dramatic sigh answers his question. This Ferris wheel ride was supposed to be romantic and for you to have some alone time with Jax, but right before you hopped on the Ferris wheel where he whisked you off to, to cool off, you had a run in with one of Jax’s former hook ups.

"Ooh! Let's go get some cotton candy!" You pointed to the stand and dashed over to it, but you’re suddenly knocked over when you collided into someone who stepped in front of you.

“Watch where you’re going, Winston!"

As you pushed yourself off the ground, Jax ran over to help you. You brushed the dirt off of yourself and checked for any cuts or scrapes. Luckily, you're okay but you noticed a stain on your new dress.

"Are you okay?" Jax asked.

You looked up and saw two twelfth grade girls from your school. You recognized one of them as someone who you've seen with Jax before.

"Oh, hey there, Jaxxy. Babysitting for Ope, huh?" the one said as she shoulder checked you as she walked past you to step closer to him. The other giggled.

"Uh, hey, Courtney." Jax tried to sidestep her to get to you but she followed him and blocked him.

"What's the rush, sweetheart?"

You drew your mouth back in a snarl as you watched her put her hands on Jax's chest.

"Why don't you ditch the kid so we can have our own fun?" Courtney leaned in to kiss Jax, but Jax pulled back and put some distance between them.

"Bitch!" You launched yourself at Courtney, but Jax instantly grabbed you and held you back before you could touch her.

"That's not a nice word, little girl." Courtney shook her head and wiggled her finger. “Where are your manners?”

You growled and lunged at her again, but Jax was much stronger than you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back, lifting you off the ground. You may be shorter than her, but you were scrappy as heck and knew you could take her down. Jax knew of this too which is why he had to stop you.

"Aww, what's the matter? Is someone cranky? Do you need a nap?" Courtney mocked.

"Call me when you wanna have an R-rated time," Courtney winked at Jax and then sashayed away with her friend in her short shorts and four-inch heels, making her legs look miles long. Who wears that to a carnival?

“You know those girls don’t mean shit to me. I don’t even remember who they are.”

He starts placing little butterfly kisses on the side of your face and makes his way down to your neck.

"You remembered her name," you mumble, giving him a side eye.

"You're mad at me for remembering her name?" Jax stops his kisses and looks at you.

"No, I'm not mad at you," you huff. "I'm pissed off at... her," you say, refusing to even mention her name. "Who the hell does she think she is? Just because she's older and taller and prettier and more developed that she can be such a bitch? Her blonde hair comes from a bottle! At least my red hair is natural."

You hate to admit that you've been feeling a bit inadequate. You can't help but compare yourself with all the other girls Jax has been with and it's been making you feel extra insecure. In fact, a part of you thinks that Courtney might actually believe Jax is babysitting you and not dating you. It doesn’t help that you haven’t figured out yet whether you’re a late bloomer or you didn’t get the tall genes like your brother did. He was almost six feet tall when he was your age.

Also, the fact that the two of you haven’t been intimate yet has been an added pressure you’ve been putting on yourself. Jax hasn’t tried to pressure you, but not having any former experience, you’re afraid you might not meet his expectations should the time come.

"Are you jealous?" Jax chuckles.

"It's not funny!" You turn to look at him.

"It kind of is because they should be jealous of you. So what if she's tall and blonde? She is definitely not prettier. You're the prettiest girl in town," Jax smirks. "Probably the prettiest one in the state of California at the very least. My feisty little redheaded."

You can't help but smile.

"There's that million dollar smile." Jax pinches your chin. "Forget her. I'm here with you, right? Don't let her ruin our date." With his grip on your chin, he turns your face towards him and he brushes his lips against yours.

"Looks like we're gonna be up here for a while. I think I can think of something to pass the time." Jax leans in and you let him kiss you.