#jax and tara fanfiction

[heronpoxed]

What are your fanfics recommendations for SOA? (if you have any)

Hmm I’m not much of a fanfic reader BUT a friend of mine recommended me an SOA fic a few years ago, which I reluctantly read but ended up loving. It’s about Tara and Jax (and Opie and Donna) in high school. I don’t remember the details but I do remember thinking what a great job the author did with writing about their past based on the very limited info that the show gave us.

Everyone’s in character and even SAMCRO play a prominent part in it even though it’s primarily a Jax and Tara story. It has a great mix of humor, nostalgia, emotion, and even a bit of heartbreak and it’s so true to the SOA lore that there’s no reason for the fans/readers to think that that’s not what happened 11 years prior.

Anyway, I highly recommend checking it out. It’s called ‘Beginnings’ and you can read it here <3

[marleyelona]

Beautiful Redemption

Beautiful Redemption

(THE PORN STAR)

"Redemption lies in the beauty of second chances."

In which; Wendy Case's baby sister finds herself drawn to a particular man wearing the reaper.

Status: ongoing

22/04/2024-present

SOA: S2-

Chibs Telford x fem! oc

Starring: Giorgia Whigham (Avery Case) and Timothy Olyphant (Stanley Case)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Avery Case, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work as their own in anyway.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to the creators. I also DO the collages, covers, tags and trailers that are made. The majority of the pictures are made by A.I imaging.

⚠️WARNING 18+⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, abuse, possiblity of sexual abuse and/or rape, gore, fighting, drug and alcohol abuse, criminal activity, guns, sex work, large relationship age gap, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue. 

CHAPTER ONE

Family Matters

[ Small Tears ]

"I think it stems from my raging Daddy issues."

~ AVERY CASE to CHIBS TELFORD

AVERY'S OUTFIT

THE HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM buzzed with the muted sounds of whispered conversations and the occasional beep of medical equipment. Luann Delaney, the matriarch of the porn industry, hovered over one of her girls, Avery Case, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. With a gentle touch, she dabbed at Avery's bloody nose, trying to stem the flow of blood.

"It's gonna be okay," she assured her with a gentle tone. "Just tip your head back a little bit. I don't think it's broken.

"Wait a minute, hang on to that," Luann instructed, passing the tissue to Avery, before her attention shifted to the entrance.

Two figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention. Jax Teller and Chibs Telford, members of the notorious Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

Luann wasted no time addressing the newcomers, her voice tinged with anger, "I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her," she admonished, gesturing towards a bruised and battered Avery.

Jax's eyes widened in shock as he rushed to kneel in front of Avery, his heart sinking at the sight of her injuries, "Holy shit, Avery," he breathed, his voice heavy with concern and guilt.

Luann's curiosity piqued as she observed the interaction between Jax and Avery, "Wait, you two know each other?"

Jax nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Avery's battered form, "Yeah, she's my ex-wife's baby sister," he confirmed, his tone laced with regret. "This was Caruso?"

Avery confirmed Jax's words with a nod, her voice strained with pain, "Yeah, little prick," she muttered, her eyes locking with his.

Jax's expression softened as he gently brushed Avery's hair out of her face, his heart aching at her words, "Oh, God, darlin', I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't even know you were still in the game. I thought you were at school up in Nevada."

"The old man's got a crank debt the size of Indiana Hills," Avery explained her predicament, the desperation evident in her voice. "I gotta pay it off or they'll kill him, Jax," she confessed, her words weighted with the burden of responsibility. "I mean, he was a shitty father, but he doesn't deserve to die."

Jax's anger flared at the mention of Avery's father, his fists clenched in frustration. Stanley Case was not a good man, he abused both Avery and Wendy throughout their entire childhood, both mentally and physically. He abused both alcohol and drugs, putting them first before his own family, which usually resulted with him going to prison for short periods of time on and off, or to disappear for months on end, leaving his daughters to fend for themselves.

But Audrey had a heart of gold, which made her very naive at times, always falling back into old patterns. She believed everyone deserved a second chance, so that's what she gave her father time and time again, which got her into some pretty sticky situations. Unlike Wendy, who had cut off their father years ago.

"So, he's resorted to letting his little girl get rear-ended in front of the camera?!" Jax spat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Avery shook her head, "I don't do that shit anymore. I mainly do solo work, with the occasional blow job," she admitted, her words heavy with shame.

Jax's anger continued to simmer beneath the surface as he processed Avery's words, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution, "There's gotta be a better way," he insisted, his voice laced with determination.

"This is the quickest way to pay back Darby," she said with a sigh. If she had a choice she wouldn't be doing this either, but she didn't want to find her father dead in a ditch one day.

Jax's expression softened as he reached out to gently examine Avery's bruised face, his heart breaking at her pain, "Shit, Aves. What did this animal do to you?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

"Tell them what Georgie said," Luann interjected, urging Avery to repeat the threatening message from Georgie.

Avery hesitated, before revealing the extent of Georgie's threat, her words a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in their world, "He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again, he's going to roll the cameras while he jams his dіck up all your asses," she recounted, her voice trembling with fear.

Jax's features hardened as he vowed to take action, his fists clenched in silent fury, "I'm gonna go fuck this guy up. You alright?" he asked, his concern evident as he searched Avery's eyes for reassurance.

Avery nodded, a flicker of determination igniting within her despite the pain, "Yeah, I'll pull through," she affirmed, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.

Jax pressed a tender kiss to Avery's cheek, before rising to his feet, his gaze lingering on her form with a mixture of affection and determination, "I'll catch ya later, darlin'," he promised, his voice a solemn vow as he prepared to face the threat head-on.

Luann's voice cut through the tension, her tone a mix of warning and concern as she addressed Jax, "Jax, don't you do anything!" she admonished, her words a desperate plea for restraint amidst the escalating chaos.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!" Jax roared back, his face full of fury. "He came after my family! Now, it's personal! Get her patched up! Call the rest of your talent, tell them to lock their goddamn doors!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.

As Jax and Chibs prepared to leave, Luann's voice echoed with a note of apology as she recoiled, slight fear over taking her features at Jax's outburst.

"Should we call Clay?" Chibs asked, moving in toe with his V.P.

"Nah, I'll handle it. I need you to make sure she gets home. Keep her safe," Jax replied, motioning to Avery, who was now being comforted by Luann once more as the tears of pain and fear started to overwhelm her.

"All right, Jackie boy," with a nod of understanding and a pat on the back, Chibs accepted the responsibility, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jax depart, before heading back over to Avery and Luann.

***

Stepping through the doors to Avery's upstairs apartment, Chibs' eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight before him.

The apartment was dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lights, casting shadows on cracked walls. The air was heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and mildew. Rusty pipes groaned in protest as water dripped from leaky faucets. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance, punctuating the constant hum of urban decay.

Although, despite the neglect, the apartment displayed a sense of home with mismatched furniture arranged in a cozy layout. A threadbare rug covers the worn linoleum floor, and faded curtains hung from the windows, attempting to soften the harsh sites of the rough streets. Despite the cracks in the walls, framed photos and knick-knacks added a personal touch of Avery.

"Thanks for dropping me off and walking me to the door, Filip," Avery said as she closed the door behind them, discarding her bag, phone and keys on the kitchen counter.

"Anytime, lass," Chibs said, his Scottish accent filling the air. And Avery wasn't going to lie, she found the sound of his voice very attractive.

While Chibs came to lean on the kitchen counter, his arms folded over his chest, Avery pulled the fridge open, grabbing herself a water, before offering one to Chibs, who waved a dismissive hand, shaking his head.

"But if you don’t mind me asking," Chibs started to say, observing the blonde closely as she came to sit at the dining table cross legged. "You seem like a sweet girl, how do you end up sucking dick for a living?"

Avery choked on a mouth full of water at the abrupt question, placing the bottle of water down in front of her, she let out a sigh, before replying, "I think it stems from my raging daddy issues."

Chibs chuckled, a smirk crossing his face as he shook his head in amusement.

But Avery's expression was dead serious, "I'm not kidding."

All amusement dropped from Chibs’ face at the girl's words.

"I got into the escort business right out of school," Avery started to explain, a hint of sadness etched in her tone. "My mum took off when I was a baby. And my dad was in and out of prison, and when he wasn’t, he was never really around, so it was just me and Wendy. If we didn’t work, we didn't eat, we didn't bath - It kept the lights on. And as time went by I just got deeper and deeper into the industry."

A sympathetic expression crossed Chibs' face as he felt a pang at his heart for the young woman, "I'm sorry," he said softly.

"I'm not," she retorted, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly at Chibs' surprised expression. "I know where I come from, and I know who I am. Sometimes life deals you a rough hand, and you do what you have to do to make it through. We all have our own deck of cards to play. Isn't that why you wear that kutte?"

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, nodding his head in agreement, "I guess so," he said, striding forward and pulling out a chair, before taking a seat across from Avery.

Avery watched him cautiously with a hint of confusion, "You don't have to stay, you know. I'll be fine," she assured. "Jax is being way too overprotective."

But Chibs didn't even attempt to move as he simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, "I think it's best that I do, they might come back."

"If you insist," she said, making it to her feet. "There's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'm gonna shower," she declared, starting to remove her clothes right in front of him without a care in the world, before heading into her bathroom.

Chibs’ eyes widened as he watched her go, her bare ass on full display.

But as Avery pushed the door close, a crack remained, so Chibs was able see her through the mirror.

Seconds later, the sound of the shower running filled the air, a steady cascade of water against tile echoing softly through the room. But moments later, Chibs' ears caught onto the distant murmuring sound of a girl moaning. His interest piqued as he leaned slightly closer to the door, still seated on the chair in the dining room and as he turned his gaze to the bathroom mirror once more, he caught sight of exactly what she was doing with that damn shower head.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Chibs cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face as he readjusted himself in his pants that seemed to have become very tight all of a sudden.

***

The door to the clubhouse closed behind Avery as stepped inside behind her brother-in-law.

Jax's mind raced with plans and possibilities, each thought a puzzle piece in his quest to protect those he cared about. Yet amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one idea shone brightly like a beacon of hope.

Turning to face Avery, Jax's gaze softened with a newfound determination, "Avery, listen to me," he began. "I know things are tough right now, but maybe there's another way of doing things."

Avery's eyes flickered with curiosity, a glimmer of hope stirring within her weary heart, "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Jax took a step closer, "I want you to come work for the club," he explained, his words measured yet filled with sincerity. "We could use some extra hands behind the bar at Samcro parties. And Mum can always use a hand with paper work at TM."

Avery's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the offer before her, "But what about my dad's debt?" she questioned, her stress evident in her tone.

Jax's gaze locked with hers, "I'll talk to the guys, see if we can work something out," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Maybe we can use some of the money earned at parties to help pay off your old man's debt faster."

A flicker of hope danced in Avery's eyes as she considered Jax's offer, the prospect of freedom tantalisingly close, "You'd do that for me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Jax nodded, his expression filled with unwavering certainty, "You're family, Avery," he affirmed, his words a solemn vow. "And family takes care of each other."

A smile tugged at the corners of Avery's lips as she reached out to grasp Jax's hand, her touch a silent expression of gratitude, "Thank you, Jackie," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jax offered her a small smile, his heart filled with hope for the girl's future, "I'm gonna get you out of the life, Aves, I promise you that."

***

AVERY'S OUTFIT

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the soft murmur of conversation as Chibs settled onto a stool, his weary frame sinking into the familiar embrace of the worn leather. Avery stood behind the bar, her movements fluid as she worked with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of Chibs.

"What can I get ya?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she met his gaze.

"A whiskey neat, darlin'," Chibs replied, his brogue soft yet filled with warmth as he returned her smile.

As Avery served him the drink, Chibs took a sip, the smooth burn of the whiskey warming him from the inside out. Yet as he savored the familiar taste, Avery's words cut through the air like a knife.

"So, did you enjoy the show?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

In shock, Chibs spit out his drink, the amber liquid splashing against the bar as he struggled to regain his composure.

Avery couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her laughter a melodic sound amidst the chaos of the bar, "I could see you watching me earlier," she admitted teasingly.

Chibs cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met Avery's gaze, "I'm sorry, lass, but you didn't exactly close the door."

Avery shrugged, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes, "Yeah, I'm so used to people watching me. It doesn't really affect me anymore," she confessed. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But I guess it was just the adrenaline - I needed a release."

Chibs nodded understandingly, his expression filled with empathy, "No judgment here, lass," he assured her. "You do what you gotta do."

Avery smiled gratefully with a hint of cheekiness to it - Chibs could tell she was going to be a hand full.

"You want another?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she gestured towards his empty glass.

"Aye, love one," Chibs replied, his voice filled with gratitude as he handed her the glass.

As Avery took the glass from Chibs' hand, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, before they both brushed it off, returning to their roles with practiced ease.

With a small smile, Avery served Chibs his drink, the warmth of their brief connection lingering in the air like a promise of something yet to come.

A/N:

23/04/2024

This is a possible fanfiction that I want to write, so if you enjoy please let me know and I will definitely continue this story.

~ Marley 😄

[garbinge]

Fairytale

Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller Tara Knowles & OC Joanne Teller Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

Day 09 from these April Prompts: “I found a place that looks like a fairytale.”

Summary: Lockdown at Jax’s house takes a turn for the better. 

Warnings: Light angst, but fluffy. All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. 

Word Count: 2.2k words

A/N: Again. MY GIRL IS ON MY MIND <3 For the sake of this one-shot, Opie never had kids with Donna. Joanne Teller lives rent free in my head. This specific one shot does not fit into my larger multi-chap for Jo and Opie (and Jax and the rest of the fam), it’s essentially a little AU of my world for them. I’ll still use my Charming Life Taglist for these little one shots, though!

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics​

Joanne and Tara were on strict orders to stay at Jax’s. While the club wasn’t in complete lockdown, things were rocky and both women could tell the guys were on edge. Two prospects were posted outside the house, neither Tara or Jo minded if they hung out inside but as the sun went down and night began to fall everyone agreed it’d be better if they kept watch outside. 

It was a hectic day, Tara always had her hands full with Abel and Thomas but today was different since they were cooped up. While Joanne was used to having her daughter Dillon with her, the newest addition to her and Opie’s family, their 3 month old baby girl Nicolette, was new territory making it also tougher on her. Mixing the kids together under the same room proved itself to be a task in the least but both women were grateful for one another, it made things a bit easier. 

“You want a cup of coffee?” Tara asked as she passed the living room. Jo stood up to follow her into the kitchen as the kids continued to play and the two young babies were down for a nap. 

“Only if I can have it in an IV.” Jo joked. 

Tara laughed and poured two mugs before sitting down at the table. 

“How’re you dealing with everything?” Jo took a seat as she sipped the coffee. 

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” Tara raised her brows, “you’re the one with a newborn.” 

“Thomas isn’t that far ahead, we’re practically in the same boat.” Joanne shrugged. “I know we’re not new to this Tara, but that doesn’t mean we’re supposed to be okay each time some shit goes down.” 

“Don’t let Gemma hear you say that.” Tara snorted. 

“Gemma can fuck off.” Jo let the words roll off her tongue very quickly and her eyes jumped to Tara’s quickly to gauge her response. 

A smile grew on her face followed by a nod. “I know better than to get between the Teller women.” 

“Hate to break it to you,” Joanne leaned back and nodded her head up towards Tara’s left hand. “You’re a Teller woman now.” 

Tara smiled as her eyes dropped down to her wedding ring, her thumb rolling it around her finger. “I guess then I won’t be classifying you as a Teller for much longer.” Tara nodded her head towards Jo’s hand now. 

“Now definitely don’t let Gemma hear you say that.” Jo laughed and she pushed her hand out to Tara to show her the ring. “He asked me a couple weeks ago.” 

“It’s beautiful,” Tara admired the ring, “does Jax know?” Tara didn’t hide her thoughts from Jo because she knew that the woman could see right through it. If they lived a normal life, both of the girls would have considered the other a best friend, but since they didn’t live a normal life, things got blurry. There were factors that made things ebb and flow differently. Gemma, the club, when Jax and Opie would fight, but no matter what they were family. 

“If things didn’t go completely to shit today, he should have told him while they were on the run today.” 

Tara smirked at that, “I’m really happy for you both.” It was genuine despite Tara’s resistance against the club. 

Jo was about to ask Tara about getting out, get to the bottom of whatever was the root of Tara’s issue, not because she wanted to argue or flip her but because she was interested in getting out herself. Things weren’t ever this bad before, and Jo had seen her father die at the hands of the club, so that was saying something. Joanne had her daughters to think of just like Tara had her sons. Her mouth opened to ask the question but she was interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. Both of them closed their eyes for a minute relishing in the last moment of relaxation before standing up to attend to the crying kids. 

_________

The play screen from whatever movie they had put on repeated over probably 200 times now, it would have been incessant if the whole lot of them weren’t asleep on the couch as the night fell into early morning. 

Jax opened the front door quietly, not wanting to wake everyone up inside, Opie was not far behind him. Jax stepped to place his kutte on the hooks when he saw the group passed out on the couches. The two oldest kids on the floor and the babies nestled against their moms. Jax smirked and looked over his shoulder. 

“You might as well hang yours up too, think you’re stayin’ the night, brother-in-law.” Jax teased Ope. 

The tall bearded man peaked over to see the scene before dropping his head with a chuckle before squeezing by Jax to pick up his young daughter from Jo’s arms. As he balanced the girl on his left side, he grabbed a blanket and draped it over his fiancé, Jax doing the same for Tara as both men shut the lights off and brought the babies to the nursery.

The two tall bikers stood tall over the cribs, one of them being much shorter and smaller since it was a packable one. “You believe it?” Opie said, staring down at their kids. 

“Some days it’s hard to, brother.” Jax shook his head.

The silence was loud between them, while Jo and Tara hadn’t gotten a chance to chat about leaving Charming Opie and Jax were coming from a long talk about just that. 

“Take the daybed,” Jax turned and tapped Opie’s chest with his fist, "no chance we wake the girls up and the house doesn’t erupt into chaos.” Jax smirked before leaving the room. 

__________

Tara was in the kitchen with Jax and the two babies when Jo appeared, one baby in each of their arms. 

“Well, isn't this domestic?” Jo teased as she placed a kiss on each baby’s head before making her way to the coffee machine. 

“Dill’s in Abel’s room.” Jax spoke up as he sat down at the kitchen table with Nicolette in his arms cooing at her and admiring his baby niece. 

“And Ope?” She turned over her shoulder pausing mid pour for a moment. 

“You mean your fianceeeee?” Jax teased by drawing out his words. 

Joanne rolled her eyes and went back to filling her coffee mug. 

“He’s asleep in the baby’s room, out like a light.” Jax said before he was cut off by two young kids running into the kitchen chasing after each other. “Woahhh!” Jax yelled out with a grin. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jo, her brother was in an abnormally good mood. She wasn’t going to ruin it by asking him what was up, she’d just let it ride out. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Where’s daddy?” Dillon jumped up and down in front of Joanne. Her heart practically skipped a beat, it wasn’t her first time calling Opie dad, but it was new enough that it still made Joanne giddy. Dillon’s father was not just out of the picture, but a deadbeat. Dill hadn’t called anyone her father before so hearing her take to Opie was comforting. 

“I’m here.” Opie’s voice was raspy and still half asleep as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “Yay!!!!” Dillon’s high pitch scream made everyone in the kitchen flinch. Her footsteps were heavy as she ran on the tile towards Opie practically begging to be picked up. 

“Mornin’ kiddo.” Opie now had the girl in his arms as Jo approached him. 

“Coffee.” She mumbled up at him raising the mug up his chest before he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. It wasn’t quick, but it wasn’t an overly PDA type of kiss either, just inviting enough that Jo melted into him, resting her head on his when they pulled away. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled back. 

“Ewwwwww!” Dillon’s face scrunched up before Jax and Abel were joining in. 

“Ewww is right!” The Teller brother stood up from the table and stuck his tongue out at the 3 of them. 

Joanne shook her head before turning back around to take Nicolette from her brother’s arms. “We’ll get out of your hair, thanks for letting us crash.” She was already gathering up her things, feeling as though her and the kids overstayed their welcome knowing that since Opie and Jax were back extra protection or lockdown wasn’t needed. 

“Wait.” Jax said, pouring his own cup of coffee now. “Tara and I were talkin’, we were thinking maybe we could go up to the cabin? Get away for a bit? Just the family.” 

Jo looked over at Opie to read his response, he stared back at her and shrugged and matched that with a curious frown insinuating he would be down. 

“Are we going somewhere, Daddy?” Abel’s head was barely above the table as he spoke. 

“We gotta ask Auntie Jo, can you give her your best pretty please face?” 

Abel’s face turned to a pout as he poked his lip out, silently pleading with the woman. Soon enough, Dillon was joining in, a little more loudly than Abel. 

“Pretty pretty please Mommy! I wanna go on adventure time with Uncle Jax!” Her feet were kicking against Opie’s side as her excitement built, causing him to let a chuckle out as he placed her down on the ground. 

Jax bent down so he was eye level with his eldest niece, “You know, up at the cabin on the trails, I found this place that looks like it’s from a fairytale.” His voice was exaggerated as he spoke to the little girl, his eyebrows wiggling up and down to entice her even more. 

Her face lit up and then immediately turned back to look at Opie and Jo. Jax was now making a pouting face to match Abel behind the girl. “Pleaseeee” They both whined. 

“Alright, yes, yes, we’ll go.” Joanne caved which earned her a running hug that pushed her back a couple steps, Opie was quick to grab the baby out of her hands, resting her in his one hand and using his other arm to steady his fiancé. 

“I gotta shower,” Opie announced, his hand still on Joanne, “pack up some stuff, think we can meet at the clubhouse in an hour?” He head bounced from Jo to Jax who was now glancing at Tara, checking in with her. 

She nodded, “Yea that works for us, we can stop for groceries on the way up.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Jax’s grin grew back on his face as he walked his sister and the family out. 

As Opie was strapping the kids into the car and loading up the few bags Jo brought over earlier, Jax threw his arm over Jo. 

“You know, I’m happy for you.” He genuinely said. 

“Is that what all this is? An engagement celebration?” Her eyes stayed on Opie and the kids. 

“Something like that.” Jax’s mouth raised like he was hiding something behind his smile. 

“You wanna tell me? Or just gonna keep me in the dark.” 

“We’re getting out, Jo. Me. Tara. Opie. You. The kids. We’ve got one more thing to wrap up and then we’re out. I did it.” His voice was hopeful, it was happy. Jo felt like she was staring at her 18 year old brother again, fresh into the club, the world at his fingertips feeling like he could do anything. Jo was more realistic, and she had a feeling that Tara was too since her energy didn’t match Jax’s as much. But it didn’t hurt to let Jax have this, he deserved it even if it was likely it’d only be for a short amount of time. Jo nodded and tried her best to put a convincing smile on her face. Her head fell on his shoulder and her gaze moved back on Opie who was loading in the last bag now. 

“Fairytale, huh?” Jo asked, referring to what he said to Dillon earlier.

“Huh?” Jax’s face fell immediately, feeling like his sister was questioning what he just told her. 

“You were talking about the wildflower field and that stone cottage half a mile out from the cabin, right?” Her head was still resting on his shoulder despite his tenseness. 

At her comment, he took a deep breath, releasing the rigid feeling in his chest. “Yea, where Dad used to take us.” 

“You gonna tell them the story about the fairies?” Joanne smirked remembering the story their dad would tell them every time they wandered back there. 

“Fairies?” Jax frowned and looked down at his older sister. “It was trolls.” 

“It was definitely fairies.” Joanne crossed her arms as Jax removed his arm from her shoulder. 

“You’re really gonna argue with me on this?” Jax was shocked that she didn’t back down. 

“It’s not arguing if I’m right.” Joanne touted waiting for his response. 

“It was elves.” Opie’s voice interrupted the both of them. “He used to say that elves owned the land and that he made a deal with them, I remember because Piney used to tell us that they were the ones who made our toys at Christmas so when we were at the cabin we had to be on our best behavior since they were watchin’ us.” 

Jax and Jo stood dumbfounded and corrected. Jax shook his head in disbelief before hugging them both goodbye. 

“Well, I guess we’ll let Opie tell the story.”

[zalrb]

What are songs that you would pair with some scenes from your fanfiction? (Any of your fics)

For the Katherine/Stefan/Elena "Toxic" Series, I start off the first part with some of the songs I listened to while writing:

i feel like i’m drowning - this especially is Stefan's theme

please

cravin’ -- like, you KNOW this is what Katherine in my fic is thinking to herself.

habits of my heart

i’m having sex too much blues

so that's kind of the soundtrack to the series. I put these lyrics at the start:

You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do You’re a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you’re vicious And they say you’re suspicious You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do

My life’s okay Yeah, just when you’re not around me My life’s okay Just when you’re not around me My life’s okay Just when you’re not around me

—   Two Feet, I Feel Like I’m Drowning

I was going to keep putting different song lyrics at the beginning of each part but no one asked about the music, haha.

For Stelena, I would make companion videos to fics, which would also include the kind of songs that would go with the fic.

So, for "Sacrifice" it would be "When The Party's Over"

for "The Problem Is..." it would be "Spare Change"

but tbh, I think this video is probably my magnum opus of stelena companion vids. It wasn't meant to be a companion vid but I think the song/lyrics of nitesky capture the essence of every single SE fic I write and what I try to express about their relationship especially from 2:04 on because the lyrics are:

"if you let my soul out, if you let my soul out, if you let my soul out ... it'll come right back to you."

For my Jonsa fics:

fools: "what if we ruin it all, and we love like fools? and all we have we lose? and I don't want you to go but I want you so, so tell me what we choose?" ... "i want you more than i've wanted anyone, isn't that dangerous?"

landfill: "'cause this is torturous electricity between both of us. and this is dangerous 'cause I want you so much, but I hate your guts, I hate you..."

and i did make a companion vid for them with "bloodsport"

For my Bonkai fics, there would be certain requests, like for "Taking Over The Night" a request was that I listen to and try to capture the essence of that song in the fic:

haunted/ghost

I also named a few fics after songs I was listening to while writing them like:

wicked games or take me to church (the fic was called "we were born sick")

For the Jax and Tara fic, honestly the first song that came to mind when I thought about it is:

paperweight

[xkittypunkerx]

SCREAM - A Beautiful Lie

Chapter Summary and Gang Members: Punk and his gang realize that AJ Lee has returned and begin to make their plans.

Gang Members

2009 Heel CM Punk

SOA Season 1 Jax Teller

James Keenan aka Corey Graves

The Shield Seth Rollins

Jimmy Jacobs

Chapter two

-April Mendez-

Within the next week or so, any stranger would think that we've been living here for years. We installed an amazing improved stereo system, flat screen TV, and a few other needed appliances and such. I guess you could say that our parents really love us.

I groggily opened my eyes to the smell of bacon and eggs flowing through the house. Kofi must be over here showing off his secret culinary skills. I stretched as I got out of bed, and made my way down to the kitchen. "Well look who finally decided to get up," Kaitlyn laughed as she swallowed a forkful of hash browns.

I rolled my eyes, "C'mon, I didn't sleep in that late!"

I noticed that both Kaitlyn and Kofi were staring at the oven clock and suppressing laughter, so I followed their stare and saw that I had slept in until 10 AM! I was supposed to be at an illustration intern meeting in exactly 30 minutes...

"Shit!" I cursed as I ran down the hall to my room and quickly changed into a black and grey pinstriped business suit, straightened my hair, and applied just a slight amount of makeup, enough to look like myself but not so "scary."

I rushed to the kitchen again, noting I only had 10 minutes left. Good thing that this event was on campus, otherwise I'd be mega screwed.

"Ok, I should be back around one, so you guys can go to lunch without me if you want. Um...don't forget to clean up. Peace out!" I yelled as I ran out the door to the truck.

If I wasn't in such a rush, I could've had just enough time to laugh at myself. Seriously, I just sounded like their mother! All humor aside, I pressed the pedal to the metal and pulled into the parking lot mere seconds before the meeting was about to begin.

When I walked in, it turned out that they were still distributing name tags. And much to my surprise, people were still stumbling in after me. Sometimes I honestly believe I worry way too much.

The meeting itself was a great success. I ended up meeting some pretty cool people, some of which I had common classes with this semester, got brochures for internships, and even received a couple of compliments on the drawings I've gathered thus far for my portfolio. Anyone near me could tell that I was excessively ecstatic as I practically skipped back to the truck. At this rate, tonight would definitely be a party night.

I drove home to find two very strange things: it smelled like shit and Kaitlyn had left a note. I plugged my nose in suspicious disgust as I crept into the bathroom to see if I could figure out the source of the massive stench.

I groaned as I looked at the chunk of nastiness resting at the bottom of the toilet. The water was raised unnaturally high, and something told me this thing was clogged. My suspicions were confirmed after four flushes, and no success. No matter how many times I tried to flush afterward, it didn't go up or down...now that's really gross. That note better explain what's going on here.

The note was written on the back of some receipt and resting on the corner of the counter.

It read:

AJ, I'm leaving to go look for a job. Kofi said he'll stay here a little longer, but he'll probably be gone before you get back home.

Love, Kait the Great

I rolled my eyes after reading her signature, but then realized that it must've been Kofi who was the one responsible for the clogged toilet, though it doesn't really seem like something he would do...

I groaned as I pulled the phone book out from under the kitchen desk and looked for a plumber. I dreaded the thought of some gross fat man coming here while I'm helpless and alone - talk about paranoia. Remember: keep the past where it belongs.

I forced myself to dial the number and sat on the couch waiting for him to arrive.

-Jax Teller-

"Is anyone else ready to go look for new prey? I need someone to fuck with," I asked in a bored tone as I skimmed through some text messages in my cell.

All of the guys agreed in their own way as we chugged our liquor besides, as if it were water. At this point in our world, liquor was almost necessary to keep the entertainment and creativity flowing.

As I lounged back in the leather recliner, a random memory suddenly entered my mind, causing some beer to slip past my lips as I began laughing. "What's so funny, man?" James asked, eyeing me strangely.

"Do you guys remember April Mendez, from like 3 or 4 years ago? Damn, I would just love to go hunt her down and finally finish off our first project," I suggested.

Punk had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was reliving memories, before he finally ended up cheering for the idea. He should be the one to support the idea the most, considering the fact that AJ Lee was his girlfriend at the time.

"You know, that would probably be way better than any of the kills we've done lately. It would be challenging to find her, but damn would it be worth it."

Seth stood up and walked over to the computer nearby. He was always the pro when it came to stalking people. "Don't worry, I'm on it!" he announced with a confidence-filled grin.

He quickly typed April Mendez's name in some weird college database and you'd never believe it, but we found her. It would seem that AJ Lee must have forgotten all about us, because she was stupid enough to return to the neighborhood for her college education.

It's a shame she has no idea what she's in for. And I can promise you that she will greatly regret the day she ever decided to return to Chicago. We each exchanged pleased looks as we gathered around the kitchen table, shoving all the fast food wrappers and bloody utensils out of the way so we could plan properly.

The following morning, Punk, Seth, and I decided to go gather some dirt on AJ Lee, find out where she lives, and create a reason for us to return to her new home later tonight. AJ Lee attended a rather prestigious college located right in the heart of Chicago. It was a sprawling campus, with several residential locations.

Of course, since AJ was so much classier than the other freshman, she's living in the gated community of condos. Luckily, the community was along the edges of the campus, right near a thick forest

Seth drove the van off the main road and down the bumpy, grassy hill to the right. If our calculations were correct, then we should be close to her condo...number 233 A. Once we saw the black rod iron fence, we decided to jump it and try our luck.

"Hers is just a couple feet down the street," Punk noted as we walked slowly down the sidewalk.

I decided to go ahead of the other two slightly, just to get a sneak peak inside the house. As it turns out, it would seem we weren't alone. A girl and a guy were both sitting at the kitchen table, chatting. Looks like all we can do is sit and wait until these little inconveniences disappear.

"Hmm, maybe we could snag that chick as an encore or something?" Seth suggested, nodding toward the black and blond-haired girl.

"That could work...or we could just use them against AJ somehow. I don't really give a shit what we do with them, I just want this to be the best work we've ever done," Punk said.

I nodded, "Don't worry, man. We'll use all our tricks on this one!"

We waited in the bushes until we were sure that both people left the condo. Then, we picked the back door lock and made our way inside. Seth whistled and said, "Check out this place!"

I made my way further into the condo, walking down the short hallway until I ran into two closed doors. "Which one do you think is hers?"

Punk shrugged and kicked both doors open with just enough force to get the job done, yet keep the doors' hinges intact. One room was green and the other was black and white. "This one's definitely her room," he confirmed as he stepped into the green room. Oh that's right, green was her favorite color.

She had tons of band posters plastered across the walls, a HIM comforter on the bed, and framed pictures of her with those two other people along the shelves attached to her desk. Punk stared hard at the photos, his eyes holding a hint of resentment.

He shook his head and placed a hand over his heart and said with a tone of false pain, "She doesn't even have a picture of her and me together! I'm devastated." I humored him with a laugh as I scanned the rest of the room, memorizing every bit of it for our return tonight.

"Hey guys we don't know when the bitch is gonna be back so we better work fast," Seth pointed out, leaning casually against the white door frame.

I got up off her bed and found my way down to the basement to mess with the electric system. And just for a little bit of entertainment, Seth decided to run over to the bathroom and take a massive dump to give me a reason to return as a plumber before the real fun begins.

Before we left, Punk changed the locks around so that we had easy access to the condo tonight, regardless of whether or not little defenseless AJ thinks that the door is locked.

"How'd it go?" James asked, briefly glancing up from his Sports Illustrated magazine.

"It's perfect! We've got the whole house rigged for our benefit and Teller's is gonna head back over there in a couple hours just to fuck with her," Punk exclaimed, reaching into the fridge for an ice cold water bottle. "Also, she doesn't live alone. A girl and guy were there earlier today, so we have a couple toys to use on the side."

"The guy actually lives across the street, but the girl does in fact live with AJ. I think we should take her too for a little extra fun for the rest of us," Seth added, showing off his stalker skills once again.

"I agree with Seth. Do you think you two can keep this chick out of the house until we give you a call confirming AJ Lee's capture?" I asked James and Jimmy.

"Her name is Kaitlyn," Seth interjected.

James smirked, "Sounds hot. Besides, Teller, you know we're the best at stalking, distracting, and capturing!"

I assumed that AJ had to be back home by now, so I drove over to this plumbing place downtown that we had a special connection with. Clearly, we've pulled this particular maneuver before.

Before entering the building, I changed into the navy blue jumpsuit and pulled the hat down low over my forehead. I nodded curtly at the young guy working at the front of the counter.

"Tell... Teller, what are you doing here?" he asked, just barely above a whisper.

I stared at him intently, savoring the fear in his eyes. "Relax kid there's nothing to worry about. I'm actually doing the job this time. No bloodshed involved."

He knew all too well that in most cases I used this cover up to sneak inside homes and steal the beautiful women inside. Technically, I wasn't really lying. AJ would stay safe and sound while I fix her toilet. I wouldn't be using a disguise to take her away tonight.

Ten minutes after my arrival, the phone rang shrilly through the tiny building. "I've got this one," I said reaching excitedly for the phone, clearing my throat to sound professional. "Hello, J T Plumbing. What can I plumb for ya?"

"Um, yeah, my toilet won't flush and, well, someone...you know...emptied a little too much and it won't budge. Do you think you can come out here and fix it?" she asked timidly.

I smiled as the tone of disgust in her voice reached my ears. "Sure, thing darling, that's our job. Can ya give me an address please?"

She told me the address and even gave me the code to get past the gate. I told her I'd be there momentarily and hung up the phone. I loaded a few things into the van and headed back over to the campus.

I arrived at her place a few minutes later and had to silence a laugh as I rang the doorbell and waited to see her filthy little face. The hardest part of this whole thing would be pretending to be nice to her, but it would all be worth it in the end.

I formed a perfectly fake, business-like smile on my face once she opened the door. Her eyes widened momentarily and she hesitated to speak after first seeing me. I knew she didn't recognize me... probably assumed I'd be fat and creepy...even though I didn't think all men of this profession were like that.

But then again, I'm not really a plumber.

In the next Chapter: The Gang Kidnaps AJ Lee

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Final Part.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obliously

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 In Flames bonus

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Chibs didn't expect their stay in Stockton to be peaceful, having Pope as an enemy was dangerous without a dobt. But what happened to Opie was way too much. Jax, Tig and Chibs were broken, shocked, it was too unexpected, too stupid and too brutal. And Ope wasn't even supposed to be there with the three of them. He was staying close to Jax, to his brothers and he sacrifieced his own life to save one of them.

Chibs saw how heartbreaking this loss was for Jakson. He knew the two of them were best friends and that Teller would want to eliminate everyone who was involved. And Filip himself was ready to help when they will be outside again.

Soon enough they were released. Coming back home was nothing like it usually was. No party, no joy. They lost another brother. They've lost too many people because of the drug deal Clay started. And Chibs kept thinking that this man was still dangerous for the club and for his own family. He already hurt Gemma and there was no guarantee that one day he won't do something bad to Y/N. Not even speaking about the club itself. God only knew what he could do even now when he was no longer their president.

But it was all to think about later. Right now Chibs was in his room, he had shower and was now sitting on his bed, smoking. His hair still wet and he was wearing jeans and white shirt, his leather resting on the back of the chair. He was trying to cope with his emotions after loosing Ope and knowing that it was not the last call from Pope. He was tired, grief for one brother and worry for the rest of them consuming him. Filip took another gulp from the bottle but scotch had no effect on him right now.

A knock on the door made him frown and look up, distracted from his gloomy thoughts. "It's open" He said but still had no idea who it was.

Door opened quietly and Y/N stepped into the room. She was sad as well, her eyes red and swollen. When Chibs left to his room she was talking to Jax and there was only one topic for them today. But she smiled softly as she closed the door behind her and came up to Filip. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed next to him and took his palm.

Chibs looked at her confused a little, his mask was back on as he thought she might need his help and support. He was always like this, ready to help any of his brothers or anyone from the family not really paying attention to his own needs and feelings, not even showing those to anyone.

"Ye okay, lass?" He asked quietly. Filip didn't know why she came here but he was glad to see her, feel her close again. He missed it.

"I am. But I know you're tired, hurt and sad" Y/N said quietly and looked into his eyes. Her palm gently touching his cheek, thumb brushing against his scar. "And you don't need to hide your feelings from me, Filip"

It was usually so uncomfortable for him when someone was touching his scars or even paying attention to those so he stiffened at first. But her touch felt so soothing and Chibs relaxed, his eyes closed, leaning towards her soft palm. Y/N was not here looking for support she came to him to help him sooth his pain and ease his nerves. And she was probably the only human being who could do it.

"Why didn't ye stay with Jax?" He whispered quietly his eyes still closed. It felt like a beautiful dream and Chibs didn't want to wake up from it.

"Because he has Tara to take care of him. And I know you will be sitting here alone with all of your emotions and tomorrow you hide it all and show up looking as calm as always. I know what happened is hard for you just like for everyone here. You don't need to hide it" Y/N was still touching his cheek as she was talking, every word making his heart melt and squeeze with love and tenderness.

"Thank ye, lass" Chibs whispered and leaned down, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.

Y/N tangled her fingers into his hair, stroking his head gently. She was an angel, she knew exactly how he was and what he needed. She was perfect for him. Chibs wanted to tell her, confess his feelings but he couldn't. The moment wasn't right. There would probably never be the right moment. He couldn't lose what he had - her as a friend with telling her how he felt about Y/N.

Soon enough Chibs was laying on the bed, his head resting on her lap. Y/N was stroking his head, gently, carefully. He felt tears running down his face and for the first time in his life he didn't want to hide it.

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What happened in the next week was a sequence of hurtfull disturbing events. House invasions in Charming, deals with Irish, finding those who killed Opie. And at the end Gemma and boys were almost killed on the road. It left Chibs no time for anything else. All he was doing were club issues.

The next day after Gemma was attacked Sons thought they found out who did it. Everything was leading to Frankie. But he was nowhere to be found. Until the evening when Jax got a call from Nero.

Jax, Boby and Chibs headed straight to Diosa. They entered the building and it seemed empty but in the next room they saw Nero, who was tied to the chair. Frankie showed up before they could do anything, he was holding Lyla and made Sons to unarm and stand on their knees, his gun in poor girl's mouth. Chibs would kill him with his bare hands if he could but it was too dangerous for Lyla.

The bastard wanted money, but club didn't have that much to give him. Happily Nero did.

"Just take the gun out of her mouth!" He begged after Frankie agreed to take it.

"Hey Elvis, get up your fat ass and get the money" He pointed the gun at Jax and Chibs who were kneeled infront of him, their hands behind heads "You try anything I kill them both"

Nero gave Bobby instructions on how to find and open his safe and Bobby left.

"How do you think it will end?" Jax was looking at Frankie fearless as usual but man's answer made him surprised.

"This wasn't my idea, kid. Clay promises shit he can't deliver" Frankie smirked, pointing gun from one man to another.

"You want to tell me Clay was behind the break-ins?" Jax raised his brows.

"Come on, Jax" Frankie seemed irritated with the conversation "You know he will do anything to get his gavel back and his cash points"

"He sign off on you going after my family?" Jax still couldn't believe it was this way, even for Clay it was too much. And Chibs hardly believed it either. He was silent, allowing his president to speak and was just watching for a moment to trick Frankie if he'd get distracted.

"I never went after your family" Bastard shook his head pointing gun at Jakson again.

"Someone went after Gemma and my kids last night!" Jax raised his voice in anger.

"Now why the heal would I do that!?" Frankie was pissed, insulted with this accusation.

"Cause ye're the greasy scumbag animal!" Chibs couldn't help it, he hated the bastard and when the gun was pointed at him again he closed his eyes, waiting for the shot to follow, but it didn't thanks to Bobby who came back with the money.

Chibs opened his eyes watching his brother to drop bags on the table and being put down on his knees again. Frankie demanded the van Nero had and finally released Lyla to get him keys. Chibs was scared that he will take her or Nero as hostage but he pointed at Filip.

"Get up scotty" He said and Chibs stood up.

Jax tried to stop Frankie and he pointed his gun at Teller again. It was too dangerous to argue right now, the bastard could kill one of them easily.

"Jakie..." Chibs looked at his brother to calm him down.

Next moment Frankie tossed him keys with "You're driving" and Chibs followed him.

"You come after me, I'll kill him" Frankie promised, his gun now pointing on the back of Chibs' head.

"You're making a mistake" Jax warned as calm as he could. And it was enough for the bastard to shoot Lyla, grab Chibs and push him out of the building.

Chibs didn't know how bad the girl was hurt, he couldn't do anything to stop Frankie and stay alive. So Filip sat behind the wheel and drove where the man told him, outside of the city.

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It was already dark when Frankie ordered to stop the car, next to another one that was probably waiting for him to help him escape and cover his tracks. Chibs stopped and Frankie got out of the van. Filip hoped he would just leave but he came to the driver's door and opened it, making Chibs follow him to the side of the road.

Pointing his gun at Filip Frankie pushed him and ordered him to kneel again. Chibs was looking at him with rage in his eyes but there was nothing he could do. He kneeled, looking down. It was inevitable, he knew the bastard will blow his brain out, so as Frankie moved around to stand behind his back Chibs crossed himself ready to face his end.

He felt the gun pressed against his head and looked up, tears blurring his sight. All he could think about now was Y/N. He regreted that she won't ever know how he felt, how much he loved her.

"Hey" Chibs said, his voice raspy "At least ye could look me in the eyes befor ye kill me. Ye guinea coward"

He felt that Frankie was ready to pull the trigger. He was waiting, tensed. It wasn't the first time he was close to death but this time Chibs couldn't do anything at all to prevent it. Suddenly he heard the car horn as the driver in the second vehicle asked Frankie to hurry up. Filip felt a gun hitting his head and fall down, passing out.

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Chibs woke up on the ground several hours later. Feeling terrible headache he groaned and touched the back of his head feeling dried blood under his fingers. He sat up slowly and reached to his pocket. His phone was luckily with him still so he dialed Bobby's number.

His brother answered immediately and soon he found Chibs on the road.

"You're okay brother?" Bobby hugged him before they got into the car "Want to go to hospital?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a scratch. I wanna take shower and sleep" Chibs shook his head and winced with pain.

"Alright Chibby, but I'll stitch you up at least" Bobby insisted.

They came to the clubhouse early in the morning and headed to the club room where Bobby cleaned and stapled his wound quickly. All the time Chibs had a feeling that someone was watching him but there was no one around so he thought if was because of what happened last night.

"Thank ye, brother" Filip nodded to Bobby and headed to his dorm. He wanted to take shower, change his clothes and have some rest before they had to deal with anything else.

The knock on the door was heard right after he got out of the shower, so Chibs quickly put his jeans and t-shirt on and opened the door. He thought that maybe Bobby needed something or Jax came to see if he was alright. But it wasn't any of his brothers.

"Y/N?" Chibs asked, confused. It was so early and he didn't even know she was in the clubhouse.

She didn't say anything, instead Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist hiding her face on his chest. He felt his shirt getting wet with her tears but had no idea why she was crying.

"What happened, lassie?" Chibs asked quietly his palms resting on her back. He was confused and worried.

"I was so scared" Y/N sobbed and looked up at him. She didn't even bother to wipe tears from her face "I thought he'd kill you"

"Me? What are ye talking about?" Chibs frowned. How did she even know about what happened.

"Tig told me about Frankie" Y/N explained while he closed the door and made her sit down on the bed kneeling infront of her "I... I thought he will kill you and I will never have a chance to tell you..."

Chibs saw it was hard for her to find words and he didn't know what was going on.

"Tell me what? Lass, I'm okay, don't ye cry because of me" Chibs brushed his thumbs against her cheeks wiping off her tears and looking at her with surprise. He didn't expect her to worry about him so much.

Y/N touched his face with her fingers so softly looking into his eyes. "I love you, Filip" She whispered and he could see how scared she was.

"Ye love me?" Chibs asked as he could not believe it just yet. Maybe it was because of the head injury and it was all an illusion?

"I do... I loved you since I was sixteen, even longer I think" Y/N said never breaking the eye contact "I know you don't need it but after what happened I just couldn't keep it a secret. I don't want you to die and never know how I feel about you"

Chibs was hardly breathing at all while she was talking. His heart was squeezing with every word he heard from Y/N. Breaking with the insecurity he heard in her voice. How could she ever think that he didn't want it. It was all obvious to Piney and he only saw Chibs looking at this girl for couple of hours. But for her his own feelings were still unknown.

"Y/N... You have no idea how you made me feel now" Chibs took her palms, pressing his lips against her fingers "I love ye, lass. I loved ye before ye even left and I've never stopped"

"Why didn't you ever told me, Filip?" Y/N squeezed his palms with her fingers looking at him confused.

"I couldn't. Ye were so good to me and ye told me I was such a good friend, I couldn't lose it with spilling out my feelings to ye" Chibs sighed and stoop up as well as Y/N. She was here in his arms, she loved him. And he still didn't dare to touch her the way he wanted "I'm twise yer age, lass. An old broken outlaw. Why do ye want me?"

"You just don't see yourself the way I do, Fillip" Y/N whispered and looked up at him "Will you finally kiss me?" She teased with a soft smile.

Chibs leaned down finally allowing himself to kiss her. Her lips were sweet and soft and it almost made him moan with pleasure when he finally felt it after so many years of waiting. His palms were resting on the small of her back as Y/N pressed herself against him as tight as she could, her fingers sliding under his t-shirt and sending shivers on his skin.

The kiss once soft and gentle bacame deeper, filled with passion they both were holding back for so long. Chibs finally stepped back for a second and locked the door befor he lifted Y/N her legs wrapped around his hips, and kissed her again with a quiet groan of pleasure escaping his chest.

[all1e23]

Was your Biker Bucky fanfiction inspired by Jax and Tara’s love story from the show Sons of Anarchy? It’s my favorite fanfiction and one of my favorite fictional couple and I love them both

Hi there! The club was definitely inspired by the show. Just the whole vibe. I read MC romance books also so it's kind of a mix of both worlds. I also grew up in and around clubs. So some translates from what I've seen in person. Just a mixture I guess!

[livinginsunnyhell]

(i’m totally ok with reading unfinished fanfic) what was the Jax x Tara fic you were working on called?

Hi! Wow! I haven’t written Jax/Tara in a long long time. I’m embarrassed to hand out the title and link because I think it could be much better written. But I have two Jara fics. One is finished and the other isn’t.

Not Finished: Baby, Can You See Through The Tears:

And finished: Take Me Back To The Start:

I hope you enjoy but I think they could be written better.

[charminggirl512]

don't go breaking my heart // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, drinking, drug use

Word Count: 1,643

"Don't go breaking my heart," I sing, my words slurring together but it's mostly hidden by my overly enthusiastic singing.

"I couldn't if I tried," Bobby sings back, equally as drunk. 

   We're known to do karaoke duets whenever we get drunk enough, so the crowd is enjoying the usual show. I'm standing on top of the bar, Bobby standing by my foot. Chibs is standing by my other foot, getting the perfect look up the short plaid skirt that I've paired with a black corset and knee-high heeled black boots. Once we've finished our duet, Chibs pulls me off of the bar and wraps me in his arms, his hands resting on my ass to reassert his territory to any of the visiting bikers that may have thought that they stood a chance with me. 

"How was I, baby? I think I should try out for that show. American Voice? The Idol? Something like that," I ramble as I thread my fingers into his hair. I don't know how he gets it so silky. I'm convinced that he uses my conditioner but I haven't been able to catch him doing it yet.

"Beautiful, lass. We can get you signed up for American Voice and you'll be famous in no time. I can become a stay-at-home husband," He replies, his grin telling me that he's teasing me. We've been married for a couple of years now, and I still will never get tired of hearing him call himself my husband. 

"Chibs, stop groping your old lady in front of us, man," Tig yells from the other end of the bar, despite the fact that he's groping some croweater in a much more scandalous way. 

"Kiss my big fat Scottish ass, Trager," I yell back while showing him my red-painted middle finger. Chibs loves it when my nails are painted red because he says that they look amazing wrapped around his cock. 

"It's definitely a big ass," He replies and immediately ducks as Chibs throws an empty beer can at him. "I meant it in a good way!" 

   Chibs pulls me over to the couches where Lyla, Opie, Tara, and Jax are all cuddled up together. Once he's settled into the couch, he pulls me onto his lap and I snuggle in as he lights a joint for us to share. 

"Ellie, you may be giving Bobby a run for his money as the resident singer," Jax teases with Tara wrapped under his arm. She doesn't normally hang around the clubhouse like this, so it's no surprise that she's asleep. 

"What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents," I answer before taking a hit off of the joint and passing it around the group. 

"Singing is up there in your top three along with drinking and yelling at people," Opie quips after taking a hit. Lyla is used to these kinds of things so she's wide awake on Opie's lap. We've gotten close in the little time that she's been with Opie and that we've been working together. I would consider her one of my best friends now, even more than Opie. 

"You've officially lost best friend status, Opie and you're being replaced by Lyla. She's much nicer than you." 

"Oh, no. Whatever will I do," He replies sarcastically, his tone as dry as the Sahara. Chibs laughs but is quick to stop when I glare at him. He pecks my lips as his way of making it up to me, and, as usual, it works. 

   We all sit and chat for a while, talking about the club and other things going on in our lives. Lyla asks about Killian, and I talk with her about how much he's grown and how Chibs and I are talking about having another. The whole time we're talking about this, Opie is looking at Lyla with hope in his eyes and I do my best to ignore it so I don't have to dig deeper into what that means.

   Chibs and I have finished sharing our second bottle of Jameson when his hand placed on my thigh begins rubbing up and down, his fingers just barely nudging the hem of my skirt. I squirm in his lap and his fingers begin to inch further and further up. I lean back to whisper in his ear.

"Wanna take me upstairs and fuck me or are you just gonna tease me all night?"

   He pushes us both to stand up, hurriedly telling everyone goodnight before taking us up to the dorms. Killian is having a sleepover with Abel at Gemma's so we don't have to worry about getting home to him. Chibs pulls us into the first open room we find, locking the door behind us as he starts kissing me. 

"I wanna fuck you in this tiny little skirt, lamb," He says in between kisses before slapping my ass, causing me to moan into his mouth. He pops my flesh three more times before pushing me onto the bed. "You gonna be a good girl, or do I need to tie you up?"

"When am I ever a good girl, daddy?" 

   He whips off his belt before using it to restrain my hands above my head. Once I'm secure, he pulls the cups of my corset down to alternate between my tits, sucking my nipples into hard peaks before smacking them. I shriek as I feel the pain go directly to my clit, making my already wet pussy even more soaked. He drops to his knees at the end of the bed and pulls me so that my ass is balancing on the edge before he flips my skirt up to reveal that I haven't been wearing panties all night. 

"All I've been thinking about all night was burying my face in your pussy, lamb. I've been as hard as a rock ever since I saw this pretty pink pussy begging for me from under your skirt as you stood on the bar. I should spank you for being bare in front of my brothers, but I'll save that for later."

   Those are the last words he says before his head disappears between my legs, his lips peppering kisses on the soft skin of my inner thighs before diving into my heat. He laps up the moisture at my entrance before sliding two fingers into me as he sucks on my clit. I arch my back at the pleasure and wish that I could bury my hands in his hair. 

"Fuck, baby, right there. Please, please keep sucking my clit. I'll be such a good girl," I beg and he answers my begging with a third finger entering me and even more pressure on my already swollen clit. He pulls his mouth away to look up at me as his fingers continue to pump in and out. 

"Don't lie, little lamb. You love being my bad girl, don't you? You like when daddy spanks you for disobeying. You like being my dirty little slut." 

   He sucks my clit back between his lips and I arch my back and scream as I come on his fingers. He doesn't let up though, leading into another mind-blowing orgasm that makes my toes curl so much that they cramp in my boots. Despite the tears rolling down my cheeks, he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of me, curling them to hit my g-spot every time. I can't help the moans that fall off of my lips as I begin to squirt all over his hand.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. Squirt on my hand before I fuck you with my cock. Such a good girl, such a good good girl." 

   He finally slows down and pulls his fingers out of me, though he's quick to undo his pants and pull his thick cock out of his boxers. I take deep breaths as he lines up with my entrance, pressing his lips against mine as he slides in. 

"I love you," I whimper against his lips as he thrusts slowly and deeply into me, the head of his cock hitting my g-spot every time. I can feel the pressure building again, but I don't have the energy to fight it.

"I love you, too little girl. You're doing so amazing, lamb. I'm so proud of you." He clasps our hands together as I come for the fourth time and he finally explodes in me.

   His forehead rests against mine as we both try to catch our breath, our chests pressed together so that I can feel his rapid heartbeat and he can feel mine. He unclasps his belt around my wrists and begins to massage the sore skin there, pulling his forehead away from mine to kiss the angry red marks on my pale skin. He tries to pull out of me as gently as he can and goes to the bathroom to get me a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

   I'm sitting up when he returns and he kneels in front of me to wipe his come from between my legs as I chug the water he brought. He kisses my forehead before going back to the bathroom to fill up the glass again. 

"Whenever we have sex, you always end up with barely any of your clothes off. That's not fair," I say as he sits down next to me on the bed. 

"Technically, you're still wearing your clothes, lass. They're just not on properly," He answers as he pulls his shirt off. I undo my corset and skirt and take his shirt from him. He pulls off his jeans and we climb under the covers together with me wrapped in his arms.

"Jackie Boy is gonna be pissed when he sees what we did to his bed," Chibs says into the darkness and I can't help the laugh that falls from my lips. 

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HAPPY LOWMAN MASTERLIST 4 🍒

Here you can find all chapters to GONE WITH THE SIN.

Miranda 'Randi' Morrow was finally living her dream after getting her dream job in Seattleᅳ even though she had to give up a lot and leave behind for her dream, including the Tacoma Killer, with whom she had been in a relationship for three years. Part of her had always regretted not fighting harder for her relationship, but on the other hand she had now what she had always wantedᅳ although she wasn't sure if it was still her dream or if her priorities had changed during her time with Happy. When her brother called in a lockdown, however, she realized sooner than she liked how much she regretted letting go of what had been most important to her. Besides her dream job, her old love being back in her life and a new rival, Randi had to decide what she ultimately wanted.

·.·.·༄ 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑵!

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𝘚𝘌𝘛 𝘐𝘕; 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘐𝘕 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟦

·.·.· 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑻 ·.·.·

𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔 '𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜' 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐼𝑋 | 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐹𝐸𝑆𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑅 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑂𝐺𝑅𝐴𝑃𝐻𝐸𝑅 / 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸 𝑇𝐸𝐴𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅 |  𝑆𝐴𝑀𝐶𝑅𝑂'𝑆 𝑃𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌'𝑆 (𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑀𝐸𝑅) 𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝐿𝐴𝐷𝑌 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝑆𝑂𝐹𝐼𝐴 𝐶𝐴𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁

𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗠𝗔𝗡

𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑇𝑊𝑂 | 𝑆𝐴𝐴 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐷𝑊𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑂𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 | 𝐻𝐼𝑇𝑀𝐴𝑁 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝐷𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐷 𝐿𝐴𝐵𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐴 𝐴𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑊

𝗝𝗔𝗫 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗔 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗦-𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐼𝑋, 𝐵𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 | 𝑆𝐴𝑀𝐶𝑅𝑂'𝑆 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑂𝐶𝑇𝑂𝑅/𝑆𝑈𝑅𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑇 𝑆𝑇. 𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑆 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝑁𝑁𝐴𝑀 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑀𝐴𝐺𝐺𝐼𝐸 𝑆𝐼𝐹𝐹 𝐴𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑊

𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥-𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

𝐹𝐼𝐹𝑇𝑌-𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐹𝐼𝐹𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 | 𝑆𝐴𝑀𝐶𝑅𝑂'𝑆 𝑉𝑃 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝑅𝑂𝑁 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐿𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐾𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑌 𝑆𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐿

·.·.· 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ·.·.·

𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑂𝑁𝐸 | 𝐶𝑅𝑂𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑅𝐼𝑇𝑇 𝑃𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗞𝗦 

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 | 𝑂𝑊𝑁𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸 𝑆𝐶𝐻𝑂𝑂𝐿 𝐼𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝐸𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑅𝑆

𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐼𝑋 | 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑂𝐿 𝐴𝑈𝑁𝑇 | 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝑀𝐴̈𝐷𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾

·.·.·༄ (𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹) 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

• 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

• 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

• 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚'𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨

·.·.·༄ 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥! 𝘔𝘺 𝘖𝘊 𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟪, 𝘮𝘺 𝘖𝘊 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟥, 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝟣𝟥. 𝘐𝘯 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟩, 𝘎𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟪 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘖𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘡𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱, 𝘑𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘑𝘢𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 '𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥' 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘹' 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘢. 𝘑𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘗, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵- 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵; 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴! 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 🖤🥰

·.·.·༄ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

chapter one

chapter two

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chapter three

chapter four

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Charming Life (4/?)

Opie Winston x Teller!Sister OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller  Chapter Index Word Count: 2.1k 

A/N: A little chapter update for my Jo gal <3 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, pining, angst, canon level mentions of drugs and jail and death.

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics​ (Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

Time had passed. It would have been nice to say that things got quiet even if it was because people were mourning, but things got very loud. Loud and messy. Opie dove face first into the club, new people moved into Charming creating anything but peace, especially for SAMCRO, and Joanne had been in a game of hide-n-seek with Micky. Which is why the knock at her door had scared her senseless. It was early, and the knock had strength behind it. She quickly ran through her kitchen, leaping onto the counter top so she could reach the cabinet above the microwave to grab her gun. In an instant she was at the door, gun at her side, ready for whatever was waiting for her on the other side. 

She was relieved to see Opie standing in front of her, sporting his Teller-Morrow shirt and beanie, looking exhausted. 

Her hand twitched to move the gun behind her, a little embarrassed by the show of defense. Opie’s eyes jumped down and clocked it immediately, a frown forming on his face. 

“Everything alright?” It was slight, but his body had inched forward to get a look inside the girl’s house. 

“Yea, sorry. Just with half of the club locked up for whatever bullshit, I’m a bit more on edge.” Her hand raised to run through her hair. Stepping back she opened her bright orange door wider and welcomed Opie inside. 

“On edge?” He questioned, taking in his surroundings still wondering if everything truly had been okay with her. 

A deep sigh left her mouth, “I’m surprised Jax didn’t tell you.” Joanne moved past Opie and placed the gun back in it’s home in the kitchen, then moved to pour a cup of coffee for them both. “Micky’s been a fuckin’ pain in my ass. I don’t know what he wants but he keeps popping up and with everything going on with the club I just haven’t really mentioned it to anyone but Jax. And now, with him and half the fuckin’ club locked up, I’m on my own. I brought Dil to Gemma’s last night.” 

The mug slid on the counter as she passed it to him, taking a sip of her own. 

Joanne stared at his face, she could tell he was trying to figure out what to say, how to make the girl feel safe, or even better ensure she was. But he was falling short of a response. 

“Don’t worry about it, Ope. I’ve been dealing with Micky for years, probably wants a shot in the club for what he describes as easy money or he wants custody of Dil. Both of which aren’t going to happen and I can deal with the fallout of that.” She patted his shoulder to show gratitude. 

“Probably not the best time to ask you what I came here for.” Opie looked over at the girl. He hadn’t taken a sip of the coffee, just fidgeted with the mug, a trait of his whenever he was nervous. 

“Ask away.” 

“I need to run an errand for the guys, since I’m the only one out, it's kind of important. Mary’s going up to see Piney and I don’t have anyone to watch the kids–”

Joanne cut him off, “where are they right now?” She asked since they clearly weren’t with them now. 

“Gemma has them at TM, I know I’ve asked you to watch them a million times, Jo. I’m sorry. You know how things are.” Opie pleaded. 

He was right. Joanne wouldn’t really say he had asked for her to watch Kenny and Ellie lately, she would have described it as pawning his kids off on her. In the beginning she offered without being asked, it was the right thing to do in those immediate moments after Donna’s death. Then as the weeks passed, he asked and she of course obliged, thinking she wanted to help him however she could. But then it became her and Mary’s responsibility, so much so that when Joanne would wake up she would automatically think about Kenny and Ellie’s schedules, their lunches, their routines. Recently, Mary had taken over the main duties, Joanne had gone a little MIA with all the Micky bullshit, which Mary didn’t hold against her, it wasn’t Jo’s job to take care of Opie’s kids. 

“I have to go pick up Dillon from Gemma, anyways. I’m staying at Jax’s today so I can watch, ‘em no problem, Ope.” But there was the problem. When it came to Opie she felt like she had no backbone anymore. He felt fragile. The irony that the big burly man standing in front of her who beat up her school bullies when they were kids and could easily lift 220lbs with ease felt delicate. Joanne didn’t want to be the one to break him, she also wasn’t sure if she wanted to be the one to put him back together so this was the best route to take. 

“I owe you. Pick them up from Jax’s?” He was already moving out the door. 

“Yea, be safe Ope.” 

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The day was long. Joanne was exhausted from constantly looking over her shoulder. The one benefit of being at Jax’s was that it was off the grid to her ex, which allowed her to relax partially. But then there was the whole her brother was in jail thing, he’d been fighting with Clay obviously enough for everyone in Charming to see, and that she had been taking care of 4 kids all day. Tara and Gemma had shown up for the later half of the day, but all the craziness was taking a toll on Joanne. She was currently putting Dillon down to bed on the couch in Abel’s room since he was already sound asleep in the crib when she heard it. The words that completely broke her. 

“I’m here to pick up Opie’s kids. I’m Lyla.” 

Joanne remembers the first time Opie introduced Donna as his girlfriend, she remembers silently pining as he took her to the movies, brought her over the Teller house, even prom. This felt very much like that, maybe worse considering everything going on. There was a part of Joanne, a naive part she realizes now, that thought maybe all the help she was offering up to Opie would make him notice her finally. It was a shitty thought. He had just lost his wife, it shouldn’t have been a thought in Joanne’s head but it was. She didn’t cross any boundaries, any lines, she was just there. But for a split second Joanne felt 18 again. 

Tara and Lyla went back and forth, Gemma had joined in at some point, too. Offering up what Joanne could only assume was a plethora of insults and name calling. That wasn’t what she wanted either. In this moment she wanted to disappear and fade away but what she truly wanted was for Opie to see her. Finally see her. 

Joanne must’ve been standing there for a while because Gemma had approached her. 

“You alright, baby?” That was rare. Joanne thought. Gemma being sweet to her? I guess it made sense, with everything going on, she was keeping those who should could close. 

Joanne snapped out of it, luckily she hadn’t let herself shed tears over the situation so there wasn’t much for her to hide but facial expressions which was a Teller skill she had mastered. 

“Yea, sorry. Just got lost staring at Dillon. She’s growing up so fast, soon she’ll be too cool to be around her mom.” 

Gemma clocked it immediately, another Teller skill, but she knew better than to outright say something to her daughter. “Don’t get too caught up starin’, sweetheart. Sometimes you gotta take action before it’s too late.” Gemma said, looking directly at Jo. 

Jo frowned and Gemma smirked. “Tell her you love her while you still can is all I’m sayin’. You turned 13 and the bitch came with the boobs.” 

Joanne laughed at that, knowing all that bitch came directly from Gemma herself. 

“Your gift to me I’m assuming.” She raised her eyebrows at her mom as she walked past her and back into the living room. 

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Opie had come to pick up the kids pretty soon after Lyla left, sending them to the car while he waited to talk to Jo. 

“I’m sorry about the Lyla thing.” Opie started out saying. 

Jo just shook her head, her mothers words repeating over and over in her head. Jo was done holding back, she had spent the last few months as a doormat for Opie, and while he wasn’t purposefully walking all over her, he was taking advantage of her. 

“What are you doing Ope?” The question was genuine even if it was rhetorical. 

“She’s a single mom, Jo. She’s just trying to make it work like the rest of us. I thought you out of all people would get that.” The words cut like glass. 

Jo let a laugh escape from her lips, one of disbelief. “I’m not talkin’ about Lyla, Ope. You should know me better than that. I’m talkin’ about YOU. What the hell are YOU doing? Those kids need you. You need them. They’re the only things that are going to ground you after what happened. Not the club. Not me. Not Jax. Not Lyla. Them.” 

Opie stood silent. He believed everything Jo said. It helped that she never stuck it to him like this before, so he was able to hear her loud and clear. Not that it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t the same as Jax or Mary shitting on him. 

“I’m sorry.” Those were the only two words he could think to say. 

“Opie, what do you think of me?” Her voice was soft, her arms crossed as the cardigan she wore slowly fell off her shoulders. 

His face fell to a frown, a confused look filled it as he stared at her, his arms crossed too. 

“Or maybe you don’t think of me.” She shrugged, a little taken back by his silence, even though she expected it. “But I’m here. I’m standing in front of you. Begging for you to look at me.” This time her voice raised a little bit. It was a different topic, but it blended together pretty easily. “You want someone so bad, Ope. You don’t realize what’s right in front of you. You’re not alone.” 

“Yea, I am.” The words left his mouth fast, so fast that Jo knew he wasn’t listening to anything else she had said. 

“I’m standing RIGHT HERE, OPIE.” The second half of her sentence was yelled. Her hand forming a fist and moving to point to her chest lightly. “When will you fuckin’ see me.” This time her voice croaked as the tears got caught in her throat. 

“Jo.” Opie said, taking a step forward, one hand going to grab hers. 

She pulled it away immediately. “Don’t.” The single word was harsh and sharp causing Opie to freeze. “Just, don’t. I’m not a second choice. I honestly didn’t even consider this a second chance, but,” Jo thought for a moment, she didn’t think once that this was her opportunity to be with Opie, her only thoughts were to help him grieve, get through a tough spot in life, that’s what friends did, she didn’t want to see him hurt or aching. But that changed when she heard Lyla today. It was apparent Opie was looking for something or someone to fill that hole in his heart, and Jo felt some type of way. Betrayed might have been too harsh, disrespected could have been a close comparison to the emotion she felt, but truthfully, it was invisible. She felt invisible.  “But, I should have known better than to ever think I was being seen by you.” 

Opie took a step back, his face drooped like he was a kid being scolded for something. 

“I’ll be here tomorrow with Tara. Feel free to drop the kids off.” 

And there it was. As much as the both of them differed, they were exactly the same. Falling back into the same actions, same routine, despite anything they said. It was a weakness for Jo, he was her best friend, she had gone all this time being invisible and even though right now he was staring at her completely visible and raw in her emotion, Jo had no faith it would change anything. So she made the choice to continue the sad pathetic pattern of being invisible. 

Opie left with a nod and nothing else. Jo stood there, with her feet planted to the ground unable to move thinking about every word that she had just said to Opie and how none of it mattered. 

[zalrb]

Trying {Jax x Tara fic}

An anon requested I do a Tara and Jax fic and since this is my first SOA fic and I’m still trying out their voices, I kept it short and very simple, basically a continuation of my post on what I think they were like in high school: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/681734198920445952/soa-anon-what-do-you-think-jax-and-tara-were

Kind of a snapshot into what their relationship would be like, I maintain it would’ve been extremely intense because of the way he and Tara and Gemma describe what they were like back then so this is my attempt at showing a facet of that intensity, hope you enjoy it!

It didn’t take long for Tara to spot Jax outside of the school. He was sitting on his bike across the street in the same spot he always parked in when he picked her up, but what made him stand out was the small group of girls crowded around him. 

She could only imagine the way they were giggling and tittering and flashing him not-so-subtle bedroom eyes and felt the need to make her presence known. She sauntered across the street but stopped just behind the small circle of girls, tilting her head to the side. Jax had been holding her gaze since she’d walked down the front steps, but it wasn’t until now that the girls realized he wasn’t looking at any of them and hadn’t been for a while, that his focus was pulled to one point -- Tara. They turned to look at her.

“Oh, hi, Tara.” 

She didn’t look at them. “Hi.” 

For a few moments, none of the girls moved and just stood around awkwardly, watching Jax and Tara hold a silent conversation with a gaze, their eyes never leaving each other. When they finally did leave, resentful and annoyed, Tara smiled at Jax. 

“Didn’t mean to break up your fan club,” she said. 

Jax grinned. “My fan club?” 

“Mm. Don’t think I don’t know what Carla Greggs was over here promising you.” 

Jax licked his lips, took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away, and he walked up to Tara. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her firmly, the intensity of his purpose threatening to make her drop the books she was holding.

He pulled away from her slightly. “They’re just white noise.” 

Tara tried not to smile but it proved difficult --- she couldn’t help the glee that flooded her, knowing that they were still being watched by those girls. 

“I don’t know, you seemed to be enjoying yourself,” she said. 

Jax raised an eyebrow. “You wanna continue bustin’ my balls or are you gonna let me take you somewhere?” 

Tara pursed her lips in mock contemplation. “Haven’t decided yet.” 

He laughed. “Oh really?”

Jax kissed her again and this time, Tara moaned slightly from the impact it had on her and when he pulled away again, she felt slightly dizzy. Jax looked at her dazed expression and his eyes seemed to glint with something like triumph.  

“Take me away, Teller,” said Tara. 

He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles, before going to his bike. Tara shrugged a strap of her knapsack off her shoulder so she could unzip her bag and put her books in. He handed Tara her helmet and she smiled, biting her lip.

*

Jax parked by the water and he and Tara lay on the grass. At first, they were staring up at the sky, holding hands, twirling their fingers around each other’s, talking about nothing, and then after a while, they turned to one another and stayed that way until their breathing seemed to sync.

Tara skated her fingertip over his eyebrow, tracing the outline of his nose and lips, and he held her gaze as she did, his expression open and as unguarded as he could allow himself to be.

He tried to explain it once, how a universe would sprout between him and her when they lay together like this, including and encompassing them and only them, but it was impossible for him to put that depth into words, to make it make sense to people when it didn’t really make sense to him. He couldn’t verbalize the peace that settled him and that could only ever come with her and how lesser he felt when they weren’t together. He’d never be able to say it out loud, he couldn’t even say it to Tara, mostly because it scared him, but if he could have his way completely, he’d never leave Tara’s side -- ever -- and losing that feeling, that universe, scared him even more than the feeling itself.

Tara continued to trail the contours of Jax’s face. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it, if she simply wanted to learn his beauty, commit every inch of him to memory, but she felt overwhelmed by her need to know him as completely as she could, and  kissed him as a sort of release. A peck at first, and then slow and deep, an indication of how moved she felt at that moment. When she pulled away, he followed her, inching his face toward her, barely allowing a breath before kissing her again, intensifying their embrace.

It wouldn’t be long before they’d have to stop or else they’d make a display of themselves in public, Tara was usually the one who had to bring sense back into the equation, but then the noise, that noise, the one she dreaded more than anything, sounded and doused their fire for them. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jax stopped the kiss, groaning as he did. He reached over for his pager and looked at it. He paused.

“911,” he said. He took a deep breath. “Let me drop you home, I gotta get to the clubhouse.” 

“Why?” said Tara.

“91--”

“Yeah, I know, 911,” said Tara, cutting him off. “But what does that mean?” 

Jax pressed his lips together, hanging his head.

“Is it dangerous?”

“I’ll be fine.” 

“Yeah, that’s not actually an answer,” said Tara, rolling away from him. “You keep doing that, thinking that I don’t realize that you never give me a straight answer or an answer at all.” 

“I don’t have an answer for you,” said Jax. “I just know that it’s an emergency.” 

“Bullshit,” she muttered. “This has been happening more and more. I barely see you now and half the time you’re surrounded by other girls---”

“You know they mean nothing, Tara.” 

“Fine,” she said. “But seeing it is like … I don’t know, Jax, how would you feel if every time you looked for me, guys were hitting on me?”

“They hit on you all the time,” he said, an edge to his voice.

“No,” said Tara. “Not like with you, not wit them---”

“OK.” Jax didn’t want to hear anymore -- the hypothetical scenario triggered a combination of anxiety and fear, anger and jealousy and it was putting him in a sour mood.

“Never mind.” Tara got up, dusting off her clothes, and started heading for the bike. 

  Jax got up after her. “Wait. Wait. Just look at me.” 

Tara didn’t want to because she knew if she did, it’d be over, her anger would ebb. 

“Look at me,” he said again gently.

She did. As she predicted, she felt herself breaking but told herself to hold firm; she refused to let him feel good about leaving. He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing softly but heavily. He whispered,  "Tara..." and something in her loosened, making her close her eyes.

She didn't think it should be so simple --- that he could just say her name and she'd forgive him everything. She wondered if she could resist him. She tried it now and started to walk away but he held onto her wrist, bringing her back to him and she folded into his arms, melding into him. 

“I don’t want to leave,” he said. “You know I don’t want to. It’s like my day doesn’t begin until you get out from school and I can see you, but--”

“Yeah,” said Tara. “‘But’.”

Jax looked at her, at a loss.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s go. It’s an emergency, right?” 

*

Tara got off the bike and walked toward her house without saying anything but before she could reach the door, Jax called out to her. She stopped and turned around, her arms folded. 

He walked up to her. “I don’t wanna leave like this,” he said. 

“Life doesn’t have to be this way, you know,” she said.

Jax shrugged. “My life does.”

“Why? Because your mom says so?” Tara hesitated, telling herself not to continue but she couldn’t help herself.  “I mean, what kind of mother--”

“Hey,” said Jax. “Don’t start this again.”

“You dropped out of high school, Jax! And she just let you.”

“I was wasting my time there anyway.”

“Because you didn’t try! You - you barely showed up! If you just went to class and made some kind of effort, you could get the kind of grades that get you into college.”

Jax laughed, shaking his head at the notion. “I can’t argue about this again.”

“But tell me, why is that so crazy? You love to read, I’ve seen your essays, you’re creative and smart, you could be could study English, you could--”

“Come on, Tara, you think I’m going to…” Jax started gesticulating. “Get a degree, be some sort of writer---?”

“Why not? Why is that so impossible?”

He sighed heavily. “Because.”

“Because what? Because Gemma said so? Because she said you needed to prospect to be a part of … what? What is it that you’re a part of, Jax? Because I can’t understand it.”

“I’m more protected this way.”

“Protected from what? You never tell me anything about what happens, you just tell me not to worry.”

He looked at her. “And you shouldn’t.”

“You just said that you needed to be protected.”

“Look, it’s better that we don’t get into this.”

“You mean it’s better for you because it’s not better for me. You say you don’t tell me everything for my own good, you tell me not to worry but all I do is worry, Jax! All I do is worry that your mother is going to call me or Opie is going to show up at my house or at school and tell me you’re dead!”

Jax heard Tara’s voice crack with fear and instantly felt the need to quell it. “That’s not gonna happen,” he said firmly.

“You don’t know that! Your dad---”

Jax took a deep breath, shaking his head. “Tara!” He said it more harshly than he meant to. “I can’t do this right now.”

“No, Jax, every time we get close to seriously talking about this, or talking about your dad you bail!”

“I gotta go.”

Tara clenched her jaw, trying to hold in her tears. “Then go,” she said. 

Jax threw his head back. “Tara…” “Just go, Jax. It’s good to be reminded, again, of where your priorities lie. Wouldn’t want to keep the club or Gemma or whatever the hell it is you have to do waiting, OK? So just fucking go.”

Jax watched as Tara walked into her house, and felt a pull -- a strong desire to go in after her, to stay there with her until the time came to let her take him away with her, away from Charming and everyone and everything in it, making their own separate universe a reality. The pull came from everywhere in his body, a cosmic temptation … and then his pager beeped. 

*

The meeting had been over for an hour and now that business was done, now that he was able to let the rest of his life back into his consciousness, all Jax could think about was Tara. He spent the entire sixty minutes waiting by the phone or calling her house and each time he did, her father said she wasn’t home yet. It agitated him, he hated the way they left things, and he wouldn’t be able to settle until he talked to her.

He’d go and wait for her, it would be what she expected anyway. 

As soon as he got up to leave, he came face to face with his mother who had her hand on her hip and a knowing expression on her face.

“Where’re you going?” she asked.

Jax looked at her. “You know where I’m going.” 

“Yeah.” She sat down on a stool and he sat back down on his. “The future valedictorian’s,” she said. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” said Jax.

“Baby, I just want you to be with someone who loves you for who you are.” 

“Tara does love me for who I am,” he said sharply.

“Then why did I find college brochures on your desk this morning?”

Jax looked at her incredulously. “What the hell were you doing in my room?” 

“Your room in my house that I pay the bills for? I’ll go wherever I goddamn please,” said Gemma. 

“Whatever. It’s irrelevant, OK? I’m not going anywhere. This is my life.” 

“Then why are you so ready to leave it? To go chasing after pussy?”

“Don’t call her that,” he said,

“‘Don’t call her that’? She’s got you pussy-whipped, I thought I taught you better than that.” 

Jax rubbed his forehead.  

“Jackson, you can’t bear to spend a second away from her, like it’s life or death. All you two do is fight---”

“No,” he said, cutting her off. “All you and I do is fight because you won’t cut her break.”

“Well, there’s an easy solution to that, Jax. There’s a line of girls out there eager to suck your dick, they’d probably do it with a ‘please’ and a ‘thank you’.” 

“Jesus Christ,” he said, rolling his eyes. 

“I’m just saying there are plenty of other---”

“There’s no one else,” said Jax, looking directly at Gemma. “There’s only her. Deal with it or don’t but I’m done with this conversation.”

Jax got up and said his goodbyes to everyone as he made his way out of the clubhouse, grinning good-naturedly at the cracks and the jokes about how whipped he was. Once outside, he walked determinedly to his bike, but halted when he saw Tara lingering in the lot, pacing leisurely yet nervously, stopping when she saw that he’d finally come out .

They looked at each other for a long time but didn’t speak. Jax slowly closed the gap between them, his eyes searching hers her face flushed red with emotion 

“I always end up here,” she said finally. She furrowed her brow. “I try not to… I try to ignore your calls, I try to forget how I feel… I try to forget you but…” Tara put her hand to her lips, closing her eyes. “I’m always right here. With you.”

Jax wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. He pressed his lips to her head, breathing her in, relishing the feel of her against him.

“Stop trying.” Then he said, a little desperately, “Don’t do that to me.” He moved so he could look down “Tara, I don’t know what will happen to me if you …” He cleared his throat. “Just stop trying.”

Her eyes passed over his expression. “OK,” she said, melding back into him.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Plots line and episode themes that would have improved Sons of Anarchy.

Against my better judgement, I'm re-watching Sons of Anarchy. I've come up with some things that I think would have been good to see; most of them are silly, childish, and unrealistic, but that show was in dire need of some lightness. These are in no particular order, and you are more than welcome to use these ideas for fanfiction (not that they're any good). I must stress that this is for fun, I know how ridiculous all of this sounds.

1. A "day in the life episode" where we follow everyone around for a day or two to see what life was really like.

2. A Halloween episode, trick or treat, decorating the clubhouse, and there's an urban legend that if you ride on Halloween night, you might see the grim reaper on the road. Everyone knows it, half the club is scared shitless, and the other half couldn't care less.

3. A Christmas episode, they have a gift exchange at church, Juice gets everyone a gift certificate to Clear Passages. Happy is secretly the best gift-giver, Gemma insists on spoiling her grandchildren, and Clay is a dick about it.

4. The kitty plotline, Happy, Tig or Kozik (they seem to be the animal lovers), find a neonatal (0-8 weeks) orphaned kitten and spend their day bottle feeding it; everyone takes turns looking after the kitten. They vote for their name, and they are allowed to up on to the church table (not without protest for Clay). One day the kitten falls asleep on the gavel, and no one has the heart to do anything

5. An episode that follows Able and Thomas. We get to see Jax be a father and actually do shit instead of leaving it to Tara and Gemma.

6. An episode that follows the Old Ladies.

7. A "there's a huge storm approaching" episode, where everyone bunkers down to prepare for the oncoming storm. There's at least one scene with thunder and lighting, Piney lets the kitten hide in his Kutt.

8. An episode where a bunch of pick-up artists got to the club thinking they could pick up women and are kicked out for being assholes.

9. A "save the bees" episode where Gemme guilts all the guys into helping out the community garden.

10. The prison plotline. Season 3 should have been a few episodes longer where we get to see the guys in prison and how the club is doing without them. We get more on Tara and Gemma, and there's an episode where Thomas is born.

11. Jax, Tara and the kids go to a shelter to adopt a cat (Charlie Hunnan is a cat person). Happy told Jax if he didn't go to a shelter, he would never forgive him.

12. We actually see the planning of the wedding in season 4. Gemma insists everything be a certain way.

13. An episode that shows the Croweaters (I hate that term) as people and not props.

14. A club party episode (similar to patch over) where we see everything from the planning to the cleanup.

15. A church episode, where most of the episode is set in the temple.

16. An episode where we get to see the guys doing their day jobs as mechanics, workplace inspectors come along, and Gemma death glares then into giving a good report.

17. A musical episode, lots of shows have done one, and the cast is full of excellent singers. Alternatively, someone buys a karaoke machine, and everyone tries it out.

18. In an ideal world, seasons 6-7 didn't happen, and there wasn't so much tragedy but saying that the last scene should have been Jax seeing Tara's spirit and them crossing into the afterlife together. I dislike her character, but Jax did love her, and I still refuse to watch the last half of season 7 because of the shit end, I just wanted a happy ending.

[chibbybish]

SOA Characters' Habits After Your Death

!TW! : Death

Jax

Sleeps all day just to forget

Spaces out randomly

Reliving every memory in his head

Smokes too much everyday

Chibs

Hasn't talked to anyone for months

Drinks the pain away

Punches the wall whenever he remembers every detail of your face, body or expressions

Singing gaelic songs he knows you used to love.

Opie

Feels numb

Visits you to tell you about his day

Screams his lungs out every time he randomly sees something that belonged to you or something you liked.

Hugs your clothes while sleeping.

Kozik

Goes days without sleeping

Barely eats

Avoids your favorite spots in town

Uses your shampoo just to smell you.

Tara

Blames herself for not being strong enough.

Takes long walks with something of yours on her.

Cries way too easily

Reads your diary every day.

Juice

Becomes more aggressive about the smallest things.

Breaks down in front of everyone or alone.

Avoids eating your favorite foods.

Keeps always a picture of you in his pocket.

[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 3

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obliously

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 In Flames bonus

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Chibs didn't know why Y/N wanted to stay with him when she felt so low and scared, but he was eager to support her in every way he could. For several minutes she was just holding him, hiding her face on his chest and he felt his shirt getting wet with her tears. But she finally pulled away and wiped tears from her cheeks. Chibs almost groaned with dissapointment when she moved away, holding her in his arms felt so right.

"Ye want me to call Jax?" Chibs asked as soft as he could.

"No... No, he has Tara to worry about. Mom is okay, I left her with Unser" Y/N shook her head and sat on the edge of his bed. Only now Chibs noticed that her face and hands were covered in blood.

"Aye, Unser will take care of her" Chibs nodded as he came up to the dresser and took a bottle of scotch from the lower drawer. He landed next to Y/N on the bed and offered her the bottle "Yer pa is in the clubhouse"

"I know" Y/N nodded and took scotch from him then made a gulp and coughed, she was not used to this kind of a drink but she needed it now "I don't think he will do something bad to me, but I've never seen him like this. He didn't know I was there and saw everything. I can't believe he could hurt mom"

"Yer old man is having hard times lass. But I didn't expect it either" Chibs nodded and took a sip from the bottle when Y/N returned it to him.

"Can you land me one of your t-shirts?" Y/N asked and looked at him tired "All I really want is to have shower and sleep"

"Aye, let me see what I have" Chibs opened the drawer again. He found one of his black t-shirts and passed it to Y/N "I'll leave ye then, ye can stay here for the night"

"Okay, but don't go just yet... I'm still a bit scared and I will feel more confident if you wait until I come back from the shower" She asked and looked at him with soft tired eyes.

"Sure, lass" Chibs nodded and sat on the bed again.

"Thank you, Filip" Y/N gave him a weak smile and went to the bathroom.

Chibs sighed heavily as the door closed behind her and took a cigarette from the pack. He lit it and took a deep drag before allowing himself another gulp from the bottle. It was not the right moment to allow his feelings for her to take control but he couldn't help it. Of all the Sons Y/N chose to come to him in the moment of fear and sadness even though Trager was in the clubhouse as well. He was probably having fun with croweaters as well as Bobby though. Maybe somehow Y/N knew that only Chibs was always here and always alone. He smiled sadly. At least he was the one to take care of her and make her feel better. Sleeping on the couch in the common room was tottaly wort it.

In about ten minutes Y/N showed up, wearing his t-shirt, her hair damp and curly. She was a pure perfection and Chibs couldn't help but admire her. The only thought of her sleeping in his bed made his heart beat faster.

"Ye okay, lass?" Chibs asked and stood up, ready to leave "Ye need anything before I go?"

He didn't want to leave. God all he wanted was to stay with her and just hold her while she was sleeping. But it wasn't right. And he couldn't tell her what he wanted or how he needed her.

"I'm good. Just one thing" Y/N came up to him and took his palms. Her small fingers felt so good against his roughened skin, made his heart squeeze. And she looked up at him with the softest smile he'd ever seen though she looked tired and worried "Thank you, Filip. I'm lucky to have such a good friend"

Y/N raised on her toes and kissed his cheek, way too close to the corner of his lips. Chibs closed his eyes and took a deep breath as discretely as he could. It was too much. All of it. The way she looked, the words she said, this kiss. Too intimate and too hurtfull.

"I'm glad I was ere to help, lass" Chibs said quietly and stepped back, smiling as if nothing happened "I'll leave ye now, feel yerself at home. And have rest"

He left the room and headed outside to have some fresh air. Chibs knew that tonight he won't sleep. Emotions were taking control of his mind. Y/N was there in his room, in his bed, wearing his shirt. She came to him in the moment of sadness. But only because he was such a good friend. It wasn't like he expected something different, but to hear these words was too heartbreaking. Chibs loved her with everything he had in him. But Y/N didn't know and it was better to never let her to.

Next morning Y/N found Chibs on the couch in the common room. He was staring at the ceiling unable to sleep. Thinking about how miserable and hopeless he was.

"I'm sorry you had to sleep on the couch, Filip" Y/N said quietly "But it's early enough and you can have some proper sleep in your bed. I'll go home to see if mom needs anything"

Chibs sat up and looked at her then nodded "It's fine lass. Take care. Ye can call me if ye need anything"

She left and Filip went to his room. It was better to stay there to not provoke any quiestions from Tig or Bobby when they wake up. Chibs closed the door of his dorm and laid down in bed, new wave of emotions consuming him. His bed smelled like Y/N. Her amazing intoxicating scent was reaching to his heart.

"Jesus Christ!" He moaned, hiding his face on the pillow.

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Only several days passed when Clay was attacked. Chibs got a call from Unser early in the morning and headed to St.Thomas right away. He knew Y/N would be there too and she would be terrified with what happened. No matter what Clay did to Gemma, their daughter loved her parents and didn't want anything bad to happen to them.

As Chibs expected everyone was in the hospital already except for Jax. Y/N was sitting in the armchair, biting her nails nervously. She looked up at Filip and he couldn't help it. He came up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Ye need anything, lass?" Chibs asked queitly and looked down at her.

"No... I just..." She was fighting tears to burst as she looked up at him "I didn't even talk with him since their fight. And now if he... if he doesn't make it, I..."

"He's tough, lass. He'll get better" Chibs whispered reassuringly as he sat on the armrest of her chair and leaned down closer to her so only Y/N could hear him "Don't ye worry, Y/N, ye pa won't leave ye"

"How can you know that?" She sighed, tears filling up her eyes.

"I just know, lass. Everything's gonna be okay" Chibs carefully wrapped his arm around her shoulder to give her some support.

He didn't expect her to but Y/N moved closer to him, leaning against him and hiding herself in his hug. She didn't want to stay with Tig who she was always so close with, didn't notice her mother who just entered the room. But preffered to stay close to Chibs. And he couldn't explain it. Again her actions were confusing.

"Thank you, Filip" Y/N whispered. But as she noticed Clay being taken somewhere on the gurney, all covered in blood, she stood up her palm pressed against her lips as Y/N walked towards Clay holding the wall as a support.

"Where are you taking him?" Gemma asked as she also came up to her husband and the doctors "I'm his wife"

"We're prepping him for surgery" The doctor's answer was as they disappeared behind the door.

"God" Y/N whispered and Chibs saw she's close to a breakdown. So he came up to her and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her as he let her to the chair.

"He's gonna be okay, lass. Calm down. Ye can't do anything while he's in the surgery room. I can give ye a lift back home, ye need some rest" Chibs said, as he kneeled infront of Y/N when she finally sat down.

"No... no, I will stay here. I have to wait for the news" She shook her heard tears now falling down her face "He already did have a surgery and they returned him there again... It must be bad, something with his lungs" Y/N couldn't calm down, no matter what Chibs told her. She was so worried about her dad and there was nothing he could do.

"They will help him. St.Thomas is a good hospital, ye know it. It's not the first time one of us gets ere" Chibs rested his palms on her knees and looked up at her.

"I know... It's just... It's my father" Y/N was absolutely terrified with what was going on. She adored her old man, Chibs knew it.

"Aye, lass. And ye pa is tough. I tell ye, he'll be back on his feet in no time" He reassured wiping tears off her cheeks.

She was so broken, so vulnerable now. All Chibs wanted was to hold her in his arms, tell her that he will stay next to her no matter what, tell her what she meant for him. All he could though do was to try to calm her down.

"I know... I'm just so scared of losing him" Y/N nodded and looked into his eyes "Thank you, Filip. I'll be okay, I'll just wait here. Your brothers need you"

Chibs nodded and stood up, leaving Y/N alone. He knew he couldn't stay longer to not seem suspicious to other Sons. Soon enough Jax came. He wanted to know how Clay was but they also had other problems. Tig left and didn't answer the phone, Juice was missing again, making Chibs nervous. Something was going on with the boy and Filip had no idea what it was. But what was the most disturbing was Boddy who went to Stockton to meet Otto and never came back. And Lenny wanted to see Jax. Something bad was going on and no one really knew what it was.

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Clay survived. Chibs had no doubt about it. Y/N was spending all of her time in the hospital staying with her dad. And Filip was too busy with club issues. They had meeting with Irish that went all wrong. Galindo cartell was nothing like it seemed to be. Everything that could go wrong did in no time. Sons had feds on their tail and had to hide in the new location. Some guy called Nero who had to do something with Gemma offered them a shelter.

After Tig killed Leroy's girl who appeared to be Damon Pope's daughter, club was compromised, put to danger. And there was no way to get out of it. Jax agreed to turn themselves in and Chibs didn't mind it at all.

Being behind the bars was nothing new for him. And lately he didn't care about himself at all. Staying around Y/N and staying away from her was beyong him. So he only cared about his brothers. And being in jail with them could help him protect them.

And still when they gathered outside of the clubhouse that evening Chibs was nervous. He knew Y/N will be there. Her brother was taken. Her uncle Tiggy was taken. She had to say goodby. And somehow Chibs hated the only thought of being arrested infront of her. It made his heart break and he felt ashamed for it. Y/N was living here for her whole life. She knew Sons were outlaws. But she herself was so innocent.

"Take care of my boy" Gemma said to Chibs and kissed his cheek as he nodded.

Y/N was talking to Tig after she said goodby to Jakson. And Chibs could only hope she won't talk to him at all. He couldn't bare it, couldn't look at her as if the fact that he was going to be incarcerated could make her think different about him.

"Filip" He heard her voice as Y/N came closer to him.

"Y/N" He sighed and looked down at her. She looked tired. No wonder as she was mostly staying at the hospital with Clay untill he was finally released. And now her brother, her beloved uncle Tig and her 'good friend' Chibs were to be sent to jail. Too many worries for such an amazing young girl.

"Please... stay safe" Y/N whispered as she wrapped her arms aroung his waist and leaned towards him as close as it was possible making Chibs gasp.

"I will lass. Don't ye worry about me" He promised and he really meant it. Filip knew he will come back home safe to feel her touch again. He hugged Y/N tight and pressed his lips against her forehead. Now it wasn't suspicious at all, he was just one of the club members she cared about and he was grateful for it. At least that was meant to be this way for the others. In reality the only thought she cared about him made Chibs want to live. To survive.

The police van came soon and they were arrested just like it was meant to be, with just one detail. Ope decided to go with the three of them. He had his reasons for sure but Chibs didn't want anyone else to get involved. It was dangerous and he knew it.

As the van was going towards the Stockton, Chibs leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. He could still feel Y/N's touch and her body pressed so close against him. It was worth living.

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