#jax is in here somewhere

[vashonian]

@vixenvtuber, I heard you're really fond of and miss crackships, so here's another one for the pile! Gangle x Chad was meant to be just a jokey crackship, ended up spiraling far more into it than I bargained for.

More work for Sherbet's Gate, though I just decided to dump it all into one post. It wasn't intended to be the vehicle for said crackship, but it is now. Some people might recognize one of the pictures under the cut from an older post but from a different angle.

Also here's an Abstragedy doodle. It's one of the first times that I even dared to attempt depicting Zooble, and it's passable, I guess. I plan on doing more with them both in the near future.

[kikieseverywhere]

Last drawing of Paula before ep 4

[5hrignold]

oh my

[etanow]

Here's the lineup/height chart + close ups! I think I finally got their designs somewhere I'm happy with them.

Fun facts about each!

Pomni used to be an employee of their customer-facing C&A laboratory and thus had no idea what else was in that building until it was WAY too late. She doesn't remember much of anything about her life and is struggling to acclimate to her new after-life.

Gangle is a spirit/ghost bound to a mask. She appears as a shadow person, and is happiest when the mask breaks, allowing her to move around freely at the cost of interacting with the physical world.

Ragatha was made in the labs and has very little ideas of the outside world. She'd still love to explore one day.

Zooble feeds off emotional energy. They technically own Gangle's soul, but refuses to collect. Instead, they has a strange deal worked out with Jax in exchange for his effort to free Gangle's soul debt. She seems to be really angry at him often.

Jax is a mad scientist and is as much of an unredeemable asshole as he is in canon!

Kinger is absolutely ancient. He has horrible memory and doesn't remember who originally enchanted him or why, or how he even ended up in the Labs.

Caine is ... Well, Caine. While he does care for the residents of his testing facility and gives them whatever comforts or trinkets they ask for, he doesn't do much to step in and stop Jax when he gets out of hand. He's more interested in the SCIENCE.

Bubble can and will lead you off a cliff if you follow him. Don't follow him.

[rhiannonsknife]

Oh my, I just saw what “🐉” anon requested “spin the bottle” and wow that’s hot. Could you get in detail with more of the freaky stuff, how they all just use reader, passing them around like a blunt basically

guys i just got up…it’s too early for me to write even more filth…anyway!! nsfw content. mdni. part 1.

it starts with nat.

you’re already in her lap, feeling the press of different lips against your mouth, your jaw, your throat…you’re dizzy with it, until she reaches for your hips and starts moving you. nat’s rings press into your hips, making you shudder instantly, and her mouth is by your ear. “that’s it,” she whispers, tongue darting out to lick the shell. “i can feel how wet you are…”

the others don’t mind. if anything, they love to see it when your first orgasm takes over you: ripping through your body, fully clothed, from nothing but rutting back and forth on nat’s thigh.

jackie is next.

she’s less patient than nat, always moving with that same determination that makes her such a good captain on the field.

jackie doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate: you barely have time to catch your breath before her hands press firmly against your shoulders, shoving you back. somewhere, you hear surprised gasps from the others, but it doesn’t matter. not when jackie’s thighs are framing either side of your head, drowning the noise out.

“come on” jackie whispers from above, her skirt flaring out around your head. she’s already taken her panties off, you realize, as you come face to face with her bare cunt.

jackie sounds prettier than you could’ve ever imagined; high-pitched moans spilling from her lips as she starts bouncing on your tongue. “easy, jax…” you hear shauna who, unbeknownst to you, stands behind her, both hands under jackie’s shirt, playing with her nipples while she rides your face.

the sight also sets lottie and nat, who’d been absentmindedly feeling each other up as they watched, into motion. you feel hands, two pairs, eagerly shoving your legs apart and peeling your pants off.

you can’t even tell whose lips wrap around your clit then, whose tongue licks deep into you while jackie cums above with a sharp moan, soaking your face in her release.

only when she climbs off, you see lottie positioned between your thighs, already holding the eye contact while nat kneels behind her…oddly moving her hips back and forth? realization sinks in when lottie moans against your pussy, those eyes rolling back in her head, her fingers tightening around your thighs. nat is fucking her, too.

shauna is on you before you have the chance to take it all in, hungrily kissing jackie from your lips, moaning at the taste.

it’s all the different sounds and sensations that send you over the edge for a second time: shauna’s mouth, lottie’s tongue, jackie’s barely contained moans, nat’s pants as she tries to keep up…mere minutes pass before you’re cumming all over lottie, who greedily laps up every last drop.

when you’re shaking with overstimulation, you feel strong arms urging you back. you’re being passed around between them like a blunt, their play thing for the night.

lottie and nat remain in their position, not yet done with each other. you can hear lottie’s breathless moans from where she’s resting her head against her forearms now, on all fours before nat.

“here,” shauna says, pulling you back onto the couch. she sits you down in her lap, facing you. from behind, you feel jackie sinking down as well, caging you in with your front to shauna and your back to her.

shauna’s fingers nudge against you, sliding through your wetness before slowly pushing in. your head falls back against jackie’s shoulder, a ragged moan ripping from your throat as she pumps them at a painfully slow pace.

“please,” you babble. “please, please, please”

jackie, who’s been running her own fingers through your hair, pouts. “they want more, shauna!” much to your dismay, shauna stills her wrist entirely. then, she leans up. “take it, then”

you start riding her fingers instantly, with jackie’s hands supporting your hips and guiding you through the motions.

“that’s it,” you hear her praise from behind, over the faint sounds of lottie cumming. shauna just sits back and watches, breathless and silent, only bringing her free hand up to brush your hair back or rub your clit in tight circles occasionally.

before you can finish for a third time, though, nat stumbles down on the couch beside shauna, eyes glued to you, hands already urging you over.

“think i can have them for a second?” she pants. shauna turns from nat, back to you. “you think you can manage?”

breathless, sweat-stained and with the room smelling heavily of sex, you drop to your knees before them. three of the girls are all looking down at you, nat being the one with her hands in your hair, while lottie approaches, willing to guide you as your put your mouth on nat.

“holy shit…” shauna groans, running a hand down her face as she watches the scene unfold.

you know it’ll be a long night.

[alchemistc]

Part One

Oh, I've got plenty to be thankful for

I've got eyes to see with

Ears to hear with

Arms to hug with

Lips to kiss with

Someone to adore

-bing crosby

He keeps waiting for someone to say something. To accuse him of lingering where he doesn't belong, or remind him he'd never actually made it all the way in. To tell him to go home, maybe get a halfhearted promise to let him know how Buck is at some point.

Maddie lays an exhausted head on his shoulder and Bobby sneaks him a slice of pumpkin pie he's apparently been hiding in the tote at his feet. Hen tosses him a power bank with a lightning cord and Karen makes a joke about his holiday attire.

When the coffee comes, Howie takes the trip to the lobby with him, pulls out his wallet and does his damnedest to strong arm Tommy into letting him tip the haggard looking girl another twenty bucks on top of the fifty Tommy'd figured was appropriate for having to balance a literal stack of hot beverages from the parking lot on Thanksgiving. She eyes them both with a smile and Tommy is more compelled the grab the drink carriers from her tired arms than stop Howie.

They're halfway back when Howie purposely slows his pace, and Tommy fights the urge to pick his up and avoid whatever's coming down on him. "So. Was this the wake up call you needed, or can I expect Buck to order a freezer on a Black Friday deal for my garage to store more baked goods?"

He doesn't know what that means.

He can extrapolate, though. "He's been baking?"

"Tommy, I cannot stress enough exactly how much he's been baking."

He'd tried his hand at a few things here and there, but Tommy's used to experimental chef Evan Buckley, not baking Evan Buckley. To be fair, if he'd seen Evan working a KitchenAid, apron tied loose and flour on a cheekbone, Tommy doubts he'd have actually had the time to finish whatever he had planned. That was then, of course.

"What was he doing on that trail, Howie?" That, too, he could maybe extrapolate. He doesn't want to, but he could.

Howie eyes him. Uses his free arm to elbow Tommy in the ribs. "You were the first person he ever invited to a 118 Thanksgiving, you know. My guess? He wasn't in the mood to be reminded of it while there was no room in the oven to bake away his feelings."

Yeah.

Jax had been over the moon when Tommy offered to take his shift, no trades necessary. What would the point have been, when Christmas and New Year's would be unbooked too?

Evan had bribed like six different people to ensure they'd be able to swing dinner on the day. Hobbes had sounded so thrilled to hear Tommy asking for the time off that he'd approved it without even looking at the shift.

"I'm just warning you in advance. The grovelling process is gonna involve eating your weight in loaves, most likely."

And that's that, apparently. No heavy handed warnings, no suspicion about why Tommy hasn't fucked off yet. Like it's some foregone conclusion that Tommy's not gonna panic and bolt a second time. Nothing has changed, yet Tommy gets the feeling they're all expecting some tearful reunion and a return to TommyandBuck.

Tommy slips the tea into Maddie's hands and watches her sniff it in distaste, which is an interesting nugget he'll have to revisit later if -

If.

There's no guarantees, here. That Tommy will be able to articulate how fucking terrified he is, that Evan will understand it. That the two of them will find a way through it together. All he has to go on is a solo hike on a day Evan should have been with family, an apparent bakery full of feelings spread between the 118, and the quiet calm that had washed over him when Eddie prompted him to make a decision.

Feet to the fire, he'd stayed.

---

Maddie's pregnant. It hits him between the eyes right around hour three of sit-and-wait. He's not an idiot, or a fool, and he hasn't spoken to any of these people in weeks so he's not going to announce it to the world, but somewhere in between the sporadic naps on Tommy's shoulder and the way she is attempting (failing) to power through her now cold tea makes him think. She and Bobby had driven here, and it's clear everyone else had been indulging. Maddie's no lush, but he's seen her knock back half a bottle of wine before when she's got nowhere to be.

She excuses herself to the bathroom for a third time, looking a little green, and Tommy ends up locked in a staring contest with Howie that only ends when Tommy mimes zipping his lips.

He still hasn't gotten the story about Eddie and why he's not here.

Bobby and Athena are apparently closing in on a new house.

Howie is less than a year away from having a second kid.

Athena's kids are apparently at Howie and Maddie's, attempting to keep Mara and Jee from destroying the house in the absence of adults.

And Tommy wants.

Wanting has never really been the problem, though. Wanting is the easy part. Wanting doesn't get him over the hurdle of knowing he's not enough. For Evan, for this family he's built that just keeps growing bigger and bigger. It'd been a relief, those first few days after, not to have to wonder which member of the 118 would land in the hospital next, not to have to rearrange something else on his schedule because Evan was convinced he was cursed, or Eddie'd had another shitty call with Christopher.

The relief hadn't lasted. A week in, he'd stayed up all night demolishing the half-bath off his dining room, because he'd been putting it off for months and he'd nearly texted Evan something that was startlingly revealing and left him exposed on all sides. Two weeks in he'd finished grouting the backsplash in his kitchen. And in between, he wondered how Eddie was doing, if he'd made any progress with his son. He'd wondered if Maddie enjoyed the bottle of wine they'd brought back from a spur of the moment trip to Napa. He'd wondered how Nash was doing, if he was readjusting to having his crew and his station back. He wondered how Hen and Karen were, how many things Denny had already gotten stuck in his cast trying to ease an itch.

He'd wondered, and he'd sat in it, and then he'd rewired the shoddy work an electrician had done in his spare room that he kept telling himself he'd get around to.

The wanting never goes away. He just finds new places to put it when he starts to care too much.

"Kinard and Buckley?"

Maddie's still in the restroom. Tommy - has no fucking clue why the nurse is staring at them like they'll just materialize the right people. She sucks in her lips and gives him a dead eyed stare before her eyes dart to his chest. More specifically, the nameplate on his chest.

Tommy blinks.

---

The having is where he's always floundered. Things are temporary. People are temporary. He's always been borrowing. Borrowing time, attention, affection.

For a few months there, he'd really started to think he could handle the having. That he'd get to keep it.

---

"I'm Buckley, he's Kinard," Maddie says from somewhere over his left shoulder, and he turns in time to see her adjusting her jacket, wiping at her lip. She stabilizes, looking unfazed, and stands tall. As tall as she can, at least. "You have news about my brother?"

The nurse glances around the room. No one is bothering to pretend not to be listening. Maddie hovers a wave behind her.

"Ignore the audience, we're all waiting with bated breath to see how obnoxious my brothers going to be. It depends entirely on whether or not he gets pie tonight."

She gives them all a disapproving look. This must not be one of their normal nurses.

Christ. They have normal nurses.

"Well, no pie tonight, but he should be able to eat a sandwich in the morning."

He's fine. He's fine.

Tommy knew going in that most of his injuries were superficial. The ribs had been a concern but with the pain meds and the collar he hadn't really had a chance to exacerbate those injuries. There's no reason he should feel quite so relieved to know that Evan will have a few annoying splints to work around and he'll probably need to rehab his ankle for a couple weeks once it's healed. The concussion isn't ideal, and he'll need help for a few days, but he's fine.

Tommy can feel the tears building.

"He'll likely be out for a few more hours, but I'll let you know when he's set up in a room. Two visitors at a time," she warns. "The concussion will effect his response time. Don't be surprised if he doesn't remember much, loses his train of thought."

Hen shifts somewhere behind him. It feels a bit like she's being held back from correcting the nurse about the normal side effects.

Things move on around him. The nurse leaves, Hen passes a Stanley cup around that definitely isn't filled with water, the normal sigh of relief is released while Maddie drops into the seat next to him with a groan, the team has a strange competition around him to battle for visitor position.

Tommy breathes.

I should go, Tommy thinks to himself, as half the people in the room raise their phones.

His own phone vibrates against his thigh.

A message from Howie, time stamped two minutes - Tommy squints to make sure - two minutes ago, an update on Evan. Another from Eddie reminding them all to give Buck a patent Eddie look from him while they were giving him shit. A selfie of Eddie, with Christopher somewhat reluctantly bending into the picture over his shoulder.

In another thread, he's got three messages from Eddie.

If I have to remove you from this group I'm sending my kid after you with his crutches.

You guys hiked Griffith Park for your Not-A-One-Month-Anniversary-We-Swear date, right?

Send Buck my love. Not like that, though.

Tommy sends back: When the fuck did he add me to his emergency contacts? and then decides he doesn't want to know anyway so he turns off his phone.

---

Maddie goes alone, and Tommy spends the time alternating between tapping his foot against the tile to distraction, and clamping his hand over his knee in an attempt to stop the tapping.

Bobby and Athena go next, then Hen and Karen. Then they're pulling on jackets and promising to save a plate for Buck.

Howie slips away for a few minutes and then returns, looking amused. "You think everyone else got the same greeting?" he asks his wife, who grins tiredly at him, pats his wrist. Her gaze turns to Tommy.

"Should we stay?"

That's a trap of a question. That's an assumption Tommy doesn't have a clue how to handle. He clears his throat. Shakes a few curls loose.

"What makes you think he'd want me to?"

Maddie's perfected the unimpressed eyebrow. It must be a parent thing.

Tommy barely holds in the sigh. "Go enjoy your meal."

---

Evan's been watching the door. It's clear the moment Tommy makes it to the threshold - he presses up, winces, tips sideways just enough to peek around the corner.

"Tommy," he says, and his expression melts.

Tommy's heard some iteration of that name a million times. Tom, from his dad. Tommy, fond and quiet from his mother, who'd never really learned how to speak up before she was gone. Thomas, in school, from teachers annoyed that he wouldn't just apply himself.

He was Kinard, to teammates, then fellow soldiers, to the firefighters he'd worked alongside for a decade before he ever let any of them know him.

No one says his name with quite so much reverence as Evan Buckley. He's convinced himself, over the last few weeks, that he'd been hearing adulation in that tone. But now it just sounds...relieved. Happy.

Evan slumps back and tries to cross his arms in a pout. There are too many cords and wires attached to him for it to work. "I'm pretty sure I'm mad at you," he says, and Tommy steps over the threshold.

---

Hobbes sounds fucking thrilled to find out he's going to be down a pilot for five days.

Evan throws a fit when he finds out Tommy's plan is to sleep on his own couch for the short duration of Evan's stay. Evan wins the proceeding argument and doesn't even complain that Tommy hadn't argued too hard

Bobby brings over enough leftovers to keep them in turkey sandwiches for a week, and Tommy doesn't think to ask how he got Tommy's address.

Tommy breathes. Tommy thinks. Once Evan can hold a train of thought for more than five minutes, Tommy talks.

Evan listens.

---

"So no Christmas," Evan pouts, and Tommy wants to bite it. "And no New Year's."

Tommy shifts a hand over his shoulder, tucks his chin over top of it so he can't see the pout anymore. "We were both already working those anyway."

"Do people do anything to celebrate Presidents Day?"

"Evan."

"Tommy," Evan mocks, and pulls far enough away to catch his gaze. "In the interest of transparency that was mostly a cover so I didn't ask about Valentine's Day."

"Is this you not asking about Valentine's Day?"

His smile is deceptively sweet. "I need help with my sandwich."

Tommy's seen him balancing a glass of water, his phone, two books and a takeout bag in his one good hand. He's absolutely full of shit.

Tommy leans forward to grab the sandwich off Evan's plate for him.

---

"You should stay," Tommy says, an hour after midnight two days into the new year. He's tipsy on his second glass of cheap champagne and he can't think of a reason to keep this in, anymore. Evan crinkles a brow at him.

"I... wasn't planning to go?"

There's a gold crown perched in his curls, and Tommy still hasn't taken the cheap plastic 2025 glasses off. The house is quiet, and there'd been shockingly few fires started by fireworks this year, so he's less tired than he'd expected to be.

"I meant -." Tommy starts, and then pauses. "I meant permanently. You should live here."

Evan laughs. Takes a bite out of his cake, and rolls his eyes, and then...stops. His entire body stills. "What."

It's ridiculous. The very thing that had pushed Tommy up out of his seat just a few months ago, sent him out the loft door with wet eyes and a heaviness in his heart.

"Tommy," Evan prompts, and Tommy catches the hand frozen on the countertop. He'd planned to hold this back, wait until something significant or poignant. But Evan had baked them a red velvet cake and argued with him the entire drive back from dinner about the proper way to fold a towel, and Tommy's tired of denying this isn't everything he's refused to let himself want for decades.

"You don't have to say yes just to confirm you're not breaking up with me," he tries to joke, and it falls flat.

"Tommy," Evan murmurs, quieter but more insistent.

"I'm serious. I want you here. I want -."

"Yes," Evan says, and squeezes his hand before he ducks his head bashfully. "Sorry. Continue."

"I want a life with you." The tears tickle at the back of his throat. He's gonna fucking cry, again. He'd always fucking known opening himself up to this was just an invitation for more tears in his life.

He can't quite convince himself the rest doesn't make them worth it.

"Yes. Again. Tommy, of course." He tips his chin. Purses his lips. "If you're sure."

Tommy swallows down the lump in his throat. He's never been more sure or more terrified of anything in his life. So he tells him so.

The words are like knives, but he works his way through the soreness, fights up past the fear that he's not sure will ever completely go away, and claws past the reminder that it's been a blink of an eye since Tommy walked out on this.

"Well. You can't walk out of your own house," Evan points out when he's finished, and of all things, it's that that snaps the tension of for once in his life prioritizing something other than fucking survival. He tips a grin, curls his elbow to bring their entwined hands to his lips. "It's gonna take years to coordinate another Thanksgiving with everyone," he bemoans, looking suspiciously watery-eyed himself as he holds Tommy's own wet gaze.

Tommy can extrapolate from that.

[kys02]

Jax is not a jerk.

Please, hear me out.

TW: mention of domestic abuse.

I’m not here to excuse his actions. If someone does something bad, they should be held accountable. But there’s always a reason behind behavior. No character is “bad just for the sake of being bad.”

I know Jax has done a lot of messed-up things, but give me a chance to explain his actions—maybe you’ll see him in a different light.

Jax has boundaries.

A true villain doesn’t hold back. They’ll do whatever they want without hesitation. But according to the Gooseworx, Jax does have boundaries—there are lines he won’t cross.

I know what you’re thinking about. “But he threw Pomni out of the truck in Episode 2! He left Ragatha ( and Pomni ) behind with a glitching Kaufmo in the pilot! He constantly bullies others!”

But let’s look deeper.

First, remember that his teasing and pranks are a coping mechanism. It’s his way of keeping himself sane.

Second, he never takes things too far. Yes, his actions can be cruel, but when he realizes something genuinely harms someone, he backs off.

Take the pilot, for example. He left Ragatha when Kaufmo glitched out, but why? Because he was scared. Later, we see that Ragatha got “infected” with the glitch.

Now, think about the moment she said, “I am in so much pain!”

Here’s where it gets interesting—recently, in a Japanese billboard ad, there was a small scene where Kaufmo glitches behind Pomni while she’s arguing with Jax. And what does Jax do? He immediately gets nervous and says, “Wanna continue this somewhere else?”

He knows when to stop. He realized that if Pomni also glitched, it would hurt her. That means he does have empathy. He may act cold, but he’s not heartless.

Why does he act this way?

Now let’s re-examine some of his actions.

Remember when he threw Pomni out of the truck?

Or when he cut off her conversation with Ragatha?

(Both moments from Ep 2.)

Every time he sees others forming connections, it bothers him. Because deep down, he wants that too—but he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Instead of confronting his own feelings, he shuts those moments down. He disrupts conversations, pushes people away, and keeps his distance.

And here’s the key point:

If a parent abuses their child, it’s often because they were abused themselves. (I know this is a terrible example, but it gets the point across.)

If Jax constantly picks on those who are soft, emotional, or vulnerable, it’s because he sees himself in them.

He hates in others what he hates in himself.

And behavior like this doesn’t come out of nowhere.

Someone, at some point, showed him that “messing with people is fine!” Maybe it happened before he ended up in the circus. Maybe it started after. But the fact remains: he does it because someone did it to him.

His teasing and cruelty aren’t “just for fun.”

They’re a defense mechanism, a way to stay sane, and a reflection of his own self-hatred projected onto others.

So, what’s the takeaway?

No, this doesn’t make him a good person. He still does awful things, and nobody has to forgive him for that.

But understanding his actions doesn’t mean excusing them.

All I’m saying is: if we ask “why” instead of just labeling him as “the mean one,” we get a more complex character.

Thanks for reading!

(And by the way, I saw so much engagement on my last post—thank you all so much! 💜)

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling Apart & Torn at the Seams [1/5]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 2k [Series Masterlist][Jax Fic Masterlist]

warnings/tags: 18+; pregnant!Reader, angst with an eventual happy/hopeful ending, emotional hurt, threat to abort (because it's Clay), angry Jax, Clay being Clay

Summary: Shortly after you started working as the office manager at Teller-Morrow Automotive, Jax and you had become serious–something Gemma and Clay hated. Afraid you'd take Jax from the Sons, they slowly poisoned him against you. But as Clay continues to pull Jax deeper into the club while the rift between both of you grows, you unexpectedly discover you're pregnant. Desperate to keep the secret hidden from everyone–including Gemma and Jax–Clay threatens you and your unborn baby.

a/n: I am STILL craving Jax angst, particularly arguing with a pissed off Jax, and I'm not interested in delving into the why behind it. There's no comfort in this part, but I'm thinking there'll be four short-ish parts in total. Title and fic inspired by the song "Bleeding Out" by Chance Peña. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Jax Teller One Shot Tag List: @kmc1989

Foot tapping anxiously along the floor as you sat on your couch, your hands fidgeted in your lap with your phone, turning it back and forth with your fingers. You were itching to unlock the screen and dial Jax’s number, desperate for some semblance of safety as you sat there beside Clay’s intimidating presence. He wasn't even attempting to conceal the threat in his visit as he stared you down with a hard look and that cold, unfeeling gaze of his. 

Standing behind him, Tig casually leant against the wall in your small apartment living room with his dark eyes fixed on your every movement. His eyes lingered on your hands, one of his own resting on his hip. Probably just over the pistol you knew was hidden beneath his kutte.

There was absolutely no way you were calling anyone for help right now.

How had things even gotten to this point? How were you suddenly Clay’s target? How the hell were you someone that he felt was a big enough threat to his club to come here and do what he was doing?

You’d known for a while now that Clay and Gemma had grown to steadily dislike you over the past almost year, but you hadn’t realized that it had gotten quite to this extent. You knew their contempt had nothing to do with your work ethic as the office manager at Teller-Morrow Automotive–because you were a damn good employee. It was solely because Jax had taken an interest in you from the very first day you’d walked into that office, especially since it hadn’t been long after that day that you’d somehow found yourself in a relationship with him, the pair of you practically inseparable. Because you had managed to steadily domesticate the wild, rebellious playboy prince of the Sons, causing him to gradually make you a priority even over the club–at least in the beginning. 

In the beginning of your relationship, Jax had become almost unreachable whenever he was with you. His phone was often left forgotten somewhere inside of his kutte, which he’d always tossed off of himself the moment he’d stepped into your apartment like he was shedding a part of himself the second he was with you. Then his attention would be entirely on you for the duration you were together. He’d even shown up late to club meetings, ducked out on club parties, and barely focused on the cars in the garage because he was too busy flirting with you in the office in the first few months of dating. You’d come out of nowhere and unexpectedly become his everything.

And both Gemma and Clay hated you for it.

So they’d done what they could to try to ruin things, always trying to shove a wedge between you and Jax over the past eight months that you’d been together. Trying to find ways to make Jax question if you were someone worthy of his trust, making you out to be some passing entertainment or someone with a hidden agenda. And since you didn’t exactly approve of his other way of earning money outside of being a mechanic at TM, they always pointed it out to Jax as the main reason you’d never be the old lady he deserved–a proper Son president’s old lady. 

You weren’t even sure if that’s what you’d wanted yourself, but you’d known what you’d gotten yourself into the moment you’d accepted Jax’s offer to grab drinks at a bar in downtown Charming eight months ago. The night that had started everything between you both. 

But nothing would stop Clay and Gemma from finding ways to manipulate Jax away from you, slowly poisoning his mind for months until he gradually began to question your intentions with him. You knew what they were doing, too. Wanting Jax to question if you were trying to drag him away from the club, attempting to achieve what his ex-girlfriend Tara had failed to do a few years prior to you meeting him–to get him to leave the Sons. To earn a living working a nine-to-five and leave Charming and everything he'd ever known behind, yanking him away from what they kept telling him was his proper place. From his family. They kept painting you out to be some heartless villain when all you’d done was fall in love with a man who lived a life far different from yours.

“I just don’t think we have a need for you in the office anymore. We're downsizing, you could call it,” Clay continued, disrupting your thoughts as a bitter smile twisted the corners of his lips. “And as for the other thing…”

Your tongue felt like it had gone dry in your mouth, sitting heavy as a rock while Clay’s voice trailed off. He’d always put you on edge because you knew exactly the kinds of things he was capable of–the things he'd done. Jax had told you more than enough for you to piece things together, so having him sitting in your living room telling you that he knew about the positive pregnancy tests–something you hadn’t even had a chance to share with Jax in the past few days since you’d discovered the news yourself–only had you growing further uneasy in his presence. Because you’d just found out that he’d had Tig and the prospects secretly tailing you on and off, watching you all this time that you’d been dating Jax. And that unnerved you. 

“I don’t think it’s worth telling Jax about any of this, sweetheart,” he continued a moment later, a bite to his words beneath that faux friendliness. “He’s young. His focus isn’t on settling down. But I think you know that, don't you? You're a smart girl. Jax becoming a father?” Clay pulled a face at the idea as if it was the most absurd thing he could imagine. “Come on. You know he’s not about to propose and become some family man. He's young and popular with the girls. Got a lot of pussy chasing after him that he ain't about to just walk away from.”

The sting his words caused couldn't be hidden on your face as you grimaced, hating everything Clay was telling you. You knew what the Sons’ lifestyle was like; you'd seen the parties and the barely dressed croweaters around the clubhouse, the ones sometimes sucking dick or getting fucked on the pool table right there out in the open. You knew the Sons were partnered with CaraCara and that Jax had literal pornstars interested in him. 

And you'd always hated that part of his lifestyle, too. Because over the past couple of months when things had finally started to sour in the relationship, you'd often wondered if he'd ever slept with someone else, or if he'd ever been tempted. Wondered who had been trying to get in his bed at the clubhouse when you were at your apartment by yourself making dinner. It was a known fact that Jax never really dated, that he got bored easily. You and Tara had been the only exceptions to that. 

You wanted to believe he was still loyal and faithful to you. You wanted to believe Jax every time he told you that he loved you, that you were the only one he wanted. But with how things had steadily felt like they'd been falling apart over the past few weeks, you wondered if there'd ever been anyone else when you weren't around. Especially since he hadn't been staying here at your place as often as he used to anymore. Your bed had felt painfully empty most nights.

Clay huffed lightly beside you, clearly taking in the pensive and hurt look drawn plainly on your features. Tensing on the couch at the deep, satisfied sound, you hated the way he was smiling at you now. As if he knew he'd found your weakness and he was about to exploit it.

“We both know Jax has been stressed lately,” Clay continued with that faux sympathetic tone, one of his large shoulders shrugging. “And I think we both know he's been staying at the clubhouse most nights, dealing with his stress the only way he knows how. Pussy and booze.”

A sick, disgusting sensation churned in your stomach at Clay’s words and how casually he’d thrown them out. Was he really telling you that Jax had been fucking some of the girls at the clubhouse, or was this more bullshit just meant to tear you both apart? You fucking hated that you couldn't tell anymore because Jax hadn't been coming back to your bed every single night for weeks–which is what he'd always done before. 

Swallowing back the bile that felt like it was crawling up your throat–whether from the thought of Jax with someone else, the morning sickness, or both–your eyes darted over to Tig. He was still quietly leaning against the wall, staring at you with a straight face. Because to these guys, monogamy didn't exist. Jax fucking someone else and coming home to tell you he loved you half an hour later was inevitable in their mind. Normal. 

But the idea made you fucking nauseous.

“Sweetheart,” Clay said, shifting further towards you on the couch, his voice dropping to a deeper octave, “if you tell him you're knocked up with his baby, he's gonna run so damn far from you. You know that. That’s why you haven’t told him yet. Cause he don't want a damn kid. Your best bet?” He paused, a fake sympathetic smile on his face to match his tone. “Don’t keep it.”

It felt like Clay had just reached across your couch and stabbed you right in the chest. For a moment you just sat there, blinking back at him. He wanted you to…get rid of the pregnancy? Your hands stopped fidgeting with your phone instantly, gripping the device in them as your nails dug into the phone case.

“What?” you breathed out.

“What’re you gonna do?” Clay asked. “Raise it by yourself? You got no job now. And–” he continued, the hint of something dangerous entering his words again, “–Charming ain’t the safest place, you know. All kinds of dangers lurking around here. You never know what could happen to a single mother.”

Jaw tensing at his words, you fell silent once more as you sat on your couch, the weight of both his and Tig’s stare making your skin crawl. That was a clear warning. A legitimate threat. 

Breath coming in short, you attempted to stay composed on your couch as Clay rose from it. But the fake smile wasn’t on his mouth anymore as he looked down at you, and you could feel fear flooding your veins like ice. He truly wanted you out of Jax’s life. One way or another.

“Probably best if you leave Charming,” he stated. “Sure you’ll have better luck finding a job somewhere else.”

Frozen to the spot on your couch, you felt helpless as Clay made his way towards the door of your apartment. He waved a hand wordlessly at Tig when he passed him, and you watched as he pushed his way off of the wall and followed Clay out of your place. You wanted to shout at them, to tell them how furious Jax would be when he heard about this little visit. But as your apartment door shut with a definitive noise behind the pair of men, leaving you alone once more, you didn’t know if that was true. 

Nails still sharply digging into the phone clutched in your hands, you contemplated what the hell you were supposed to do next. Disappear without a word from Charming and heed Clay’s warning? Or did you risk seeing what happened when you didn’t listen and call Jax in the hopes that he believed you about what had just happened with his step-dad and club president? It didn’t help that you still needed to break the news to him that you were carrying his child. But was Clay right? Would that just be yet something else to push him away from you, too?

Sinking back into the cushions of your couch, all you could do was stare down at the phone in your hands. How the hell had things gotten this bad?

[madhatterbri]

Tag Team | D.P.

Summary: Fem!reader is part of the TJD 2.0 & has been giving attitude towards her family since Raquel joined in. After a disagreement Liv suggests reader to take a walk, Reader then bumps into Tiffany Stratton who doesn’t have time with a reject. When reader demands a match with Tiffany from Pearce, Damian comes in asking for a match with Ludwig. Adam Pearce decides to do a mixed tag instead. Reader & Damian refuse to team up but realize they have no choice. After reader & Damian win, reader looks at Priest with dark eyes & kisses him. Backstage; TJD 2.0 watch with their mouths hanging open.

Requested by: Anonymous

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. ❤️

Damian Priest Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @keytothewardy @missbmc94

Anyone who had the misfortune of walking past Y/N knew to move out of the way as fast as they could. Nostrils flared, face hotter than the sun, and her chest heaving, she needed to avoid anyone and everyone at all costs. Apparently, Tiffany Stratton didn't get the memo.

"Awww, did your new family kick you out already?" Tiffany Stratton pouted. Y/N tried to push past her. The blonde wrestler stood in her way.

"I don't have time for this. Move," Y/N growled.

Tiffany didn't move a muscle. "It's Tiffy Time. Everyone has time, but it's me who doesn't have time for a little reject,"

Y/N balled her fist but stopped. Nia Jax was probably lingering somewhere in the shadows. The disgruntled wrestler currently had no allies with her since Liv and Raquel were now best buddies. She shook her head and walked away. There was only one person who could resolve this.

"I want a match with Tiffany. Tonight, next week, I don't care. The clock has struck midnight on that little bi-"

"I want a match against Ludwig, Pearce," Damian interrupted.

"Excuse me. I was here first," Y/N pointed out. Damian rolled his eyes and put his hand in her face.

"As I was saying. I need a match against Ludwig,"

Adam Pearce looked between the two wrestlers. An idea popped into his head.

When he saw Y/N slap Damian's hand out of her face, he knew this was the perfect plan.

"You want a match with Tiffany," Adam started and looked at Y/N. He turned to Damian. "And you want a match with Ludwig. Looks like we got an intergender match next week on RAW,"

"No, no, no, no, hold on. I'm a former champion. I don't need someone that'll slow me down," Damian insisted.

"I'm a former champion," Y/N mocked. "Congratulations, you lost it when you acted like a bully to your friends,"

"You two play nice and get your matches or not. What is it going to be?"

Damian and Y/N stared at each other. With hate filled eyes, they knew they had no choice but to accept the conditions.

"You will be hearing from my lawyers," she spoke. With a stomp of her foot, Y/N stormed away.

Damian sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. "Women,"

"ADAM!" Chelsea Green's shrill voice screeched.

The RAW general manager pinched his nose. "Tell me about it,"

Y/N stared in shock when the referee raised her hand along with Damian. They beat Ludwig and Tiffany clean. No outside interference or drama. She had been on a losing spree, and she couldn't believe it. Her tag team partner hadn't been as annoying to work with as she thought. Damian was an excellent partner and sometimes even sweet.

Her eyes worked their way up the Archer of Infamy. His bare chest heaved while trying to catch his breath. He just performed South of Heaven on Ludwig to seal the win. Y/N shook her hand out of the referee's grasp. She walked over to Damian.

With dark eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down to hug her. She kissed him. A sweet peck with her eyes closed. She pulled away before Damian could process what happened to him.

As the audience roared, Y/N rolled under the bottom rope. She sat on the apron of the ring. Her head was in her hands as she thought about what she had just done. Damian was public enemy number one to her group.

Y/N slipped off the ring. She started to walk up the ramp. Her eyes avoided looking into the camera and the towdy crowd.

Meanwhile, in the back, the new Judgment Day stared. Their mouths hung open in shock.

[thebluejoker]

SHARING A ROOM WITH THEM

WARNINGS: No NSFW, SFW ONLY

TAGS: Teasing, feeling a little bit guilty, fluff

SHIP: Jax x reader, Ragatha x reader

JAX

It's his fault

He decided to sneak into your room and leave some spiders there

Yeah, he knew you were afraid of them, that's kinda the point

He expected some screams, yells and frustration

What he didn't expect, was you not entering your room after finding out about the spiders

You REFUSED to go to sleep or even be near your door

Caine was somewhere else so he couldn't help you with the bugs

Ragatha isn't fan of bugs as well, so she politely declined your offer to get rid of them

She could take you into her room, but she wouldn't leave Jax with a punishment

And his punishment was you sad, right?

He wasn't satisfied with the news

I mean, yeah he pranked you, so what?

"Get over it, kid. You're not spending this night in my room"

He said and turned away to leave

He would eventually leave, if Ragatha didn't threatened to push him into the void

It sounded more like a promise by the way

So, later on, you were in his room, standing with a pillow and blanket that Ragatha gave you

She prayed for you as well

Jax, without hesitation, told you to sleep on the floor

There was only one bed and it was his only

As always, he expected you to be mad or upset

"Alright"

You said and seriously laid down on the floor, covering yourself up with the warm blanket and nuzzling into the pillow

That did surprise Jax

You didn't want to be near him so bad that you just went along with sleeping on the floor?

So easily???

WITHOUT SAYING A WORD???????

Nah, that cracked his ego

Yeah, he's an asshole, but not that bad one that you just sleep on the floor, without even looking bothered by it

Eventually he just dragged you into the bed

And I mean, DRAGGED

You refused to go into his bed, your literally fighted for your life, self-love and ego

But that purple rabbit is taller and stronger than you even though he looks like a damn stick

He didn't just drag you into his bed cause his ego was slightly cracked, but also cause he wanted to test a new way of teasing

He wrapped his arms around you

Yeah, it seems to sound romantic, but it was more like he was keeping you in jail

"You leave and I put a spider in your mouth"

You immediately stop fighting and just laid there, hoping that he was joking

The night started to get darker and deeper

But that doesn't mean he stopped talking

Or rather teasing

"I can hear you heartbeat getting quicker, crybaby"

He couldn't

You were the one pressed against his chest

In fact, his heartbeat was quicker than usual

He would never admit it, but it was the best night of his life here

You on other side couldn't sleep, thinking of how he would put a spider in your mouth

By the way, after that he putted bugs into your room more often

RAGATHA

Oh, you both were having a sleepover

After you appeared in the amazing digital circus, you both quickly got along

You were good friends

Spending time with each other everyday

Eating lunch, dinner, dinner, breakfast, dinner, lunch together don't know what time it is, so..

Joking together

Hating Jax together

Being afraid of centipedes together

So, no wonder you came up with an idea to have a sleepover

You seemed to be very excited

While Ragatha too, but she felt nervous at the thought of sharing a bed with you

Not like she didn't wanted it

In fact, she wanted it very much

But it was quite embarrassing and it made her doll heart race

At the beginning, you both gossiped

Guess about who

You both also laughed like horses, interrupting everyone else sleep

You also tried to make her hair, but it was quite impossible

It was all good and nice until you both were tired if it's even possible in Digital circus

It was time for sleep

When you both laid down together, Ragatha thought she would "die"

You on the other side immediately fell asleep, feeling really comfortable

She's a soft toy after all

Ragatha couldn't sleep

Or move

Not sure if breath

She was afraid to wake you up

"They look so cute.."

[snowthedemonfox]

So what is the Alien AU exactly??? (AKA: The masterpost)

Long story short, in this AU a group of people are sent off on an AI controlled ship by 'the company' to research a newly discovered planet. Nobody in this research team gets along, which only gets worse after they accidentally capture 2 of the aliens that live there. Now they have to deal with not only their problems, but the problems this new planet is already dealing with.

Alien AU tag can be found here

Below are all the finished designs for the characters in this AU! I haven't finished all of these yet, but you're free to ask anything about the missing characters if you want to :3

Questions & Boundries:

Can I ship any of the characters? - Yes! I don't mind shipping at all. I'm a multishipper myself, and while some ships are implied in this AU (Bunnydoll, Abstragedy & Showtime), all are okay with me! - The only exception to this would be ships involving Gummi and Candi. While yes, they're both sentient, capable of understanding speech, and able to communicate to some degree, I do not feel comfortable shipping them with anyone.

Can I write/draw/make something for the AU? - Of course!!! I love seeing what other people do with this AU, it really makes my day. Feel free to tag me in anything you do! I only ask that nothing NSFW is done with this AU. Please respect this choice!

Can I put my OC in your AU? - Yep!! I even made blank versions of the info cards if anyone wanted to do this ^w^ The first one is for alien characters, and the second is for team members!

Are you going to add [character]? - Depends! The entire main cast will be added, along with some side characters and NPCs, but it all comes down to if I have an idea for them in the AU. I am a slow artist sometimes, so I probably won't be rushing to get all the info cards done ASAP. Feel free to ask about any specific characters if you're curious!

How does Abstraction work? - There's two types of 'abstraction' in this AU. If we're talking about a team member, they simply get re-assigned to a different team. This is what happened to Queenie and Kaufmo. They're alive and well, just somewhere else. The company can and will re-assign whoever they want, whenever they want. - When it comes to the aliens on the planet, there is an infection spreading around that has similar effects to abstraction in the show. It's not 100% the same, but causes those infected to become extremely hostile and attack anything around them until the host eventually dies. In this AU, Loolilalu (named Candi) is infected, and is seen as a minor threat by the rest of the team. Right now, there is no known cure.

Does the AU take place in a digital world? - No, everything is real. There's no mysterious VR headsets that are making people disappear in this AU!

Why isn't anyone on the research team human? - Because I suck at drawing humans and wanted to stay close to their canon designs. There's not really a lore-related reason for this.

I'll be putting all the links for the masterpost under the cut!

Outdated/older art: ★Original Jax & Gangle designs [X, X] ★Various sketches of Gangle's original design [X, X, X, X, X] ★When your alien roommates break into the kitchen at 2:34am ★Gummi's first appearance

The more recent art: ★Bnnuy alien Jax [X, X] ★Jax sketches [X, X, X, X] ★Coloured Jax sketches [X, X, X, X, X, X] ★Gangle sketches [X] ★Little guys (baby Jax & Gangle) [X, X, X, X] ★That one time I drew Jax in the maid outfit ★ Abstragedy [X] ★A smoothie ★The consequences of our actions ★Alien AU plushies [X, X] ★Tynie [X] ★Jax's evil little sister (Jaiden) ★More Jaiden + AU Ghostly & Loolilalu ★Jaiden learns bad words ★Christmas aliens ★Casual Pomni ★[NOT CANON] Velvet ★AU crossover episode i guess

More asks about the lore: ★AU recap ★What does Jax have to gain from this? ★Where do Jax & Gangle live? ★Do the aliens have abilities? ★What language do they speak? ★How does Jaiden act around the others? ★Some various fun facts

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

This is going to be very angsty so I will warn you now. There's themes of depression and loss so if you're uncomfortable with that please don't read this.

Jax grieving the loss of the Reader

★ After the smoke has cleared and you get put into the cellar the first thing he does is go into a depressive episode. It lasts for about a month, just staying in his room and laying in bed. Not doing anything, just laying in his bed and feeling completely numb.

★ You are just... Gone. You aren't coming back. He's never going to see you again and that's the hardest part. You won't laugh at his jokes anymore or scold him for being too cruel. He misses your voice more than anything.

★ He should have told you how much he cares. If he did you might still be here. Maybe he just pushed you too far? It's all his fault. Those dark thoughts plague his mind when he's alone. He blames himself, when in reality it wasnt his fault.

★ During this dark period Caine tries his best to get Jax out of his bed. Staying in his room all day everyday was sure to mess with his head. In Caine's words, he needs to "breathe in some fresh, digital, air!"

★ He didn't want to, go figure. Unfortunately for Jax he didn't really have a choice because after a few weeks; Caine ended up fast traveling him to where he wanted the rabbit to go.

★ Depressed Jax laying in the grass was quite a sight for everyone else, who haven't seen him for weeks. He just plops himself in the grass and stares at the sun. Good luck getting him to play along with Caine's adventures. He can't even muster up the will to smile.

★ Your room is marked with a "❌" now. A constant reminder that you are gone. He hates looking at your room. The key to it Is still in his room somewhere but he will never use it again. Too many painful memories.

★ It takes him months before the grieving process runs it's course. Even after he starts feeling like himself again he still stays awake at night thinking about you. He will never stop missing you.

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi :)

Could I request a Jax teller story where reader lived in charming but moved away in highschool and came back in her twenties and he doesn't remember her but she used to have a huge crush on him so she's shy when he hits on her

I love your writing and hoping you'll like my request ☺️

Time Away

You were nervous as you drove through the gates of Teller Morrow Autoshop, but your car had been making a weird sound for the past couple of weeks and your mum finally wore you down and made you agree to going to get it checked out. You’d only been back in Charming for a month or so and, so far, you’d managed to avoid seeing anyone one from before.

Until today.

Moving away from Charming straight after high school had seemed like such a good idea at the time; you just needed to get out of the small town where everyone knew everyone’s business, only coming back to help your mum look after your dad.

Tightening your grip on your wheel, you felt your breath catch in your throat when you saw Jax Teller making his way over to you. You and Jax had been in the same year at high school and you’d had a massive crush on him; he’d never really noticed you before, he was always with Tara Knowles and you’d never been more jealous of someone before.

‘Hey,’ Jax smiled as he leaned into your car slightly, bent over so he could look at you, making you jump out of your thoughts, a smooth smile appearing on his lips as he looked at you. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Hmm? Oh yeah, no, actually no, otherwise I wouldn’t be here,’ you replied, laughing nervously as you tripped over your words.

‘Fancy stepping out the car and telling me what’s going on, darlin’?’

Smiling at him, you got out of your car, leaning against the door before looking up at him. Your breath hitched when you realised how close he was standing, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the effect he was having on you.

‘So, over the past couple of weeks, it’s been making this weird sound whenever I drive it. I don’t know where it’s coming from but it sounds like it’s somewhere near the front? Sorry, I’m no good with cars and my mum’s been trying to get me to get it looked at for weeks but I haven’t gotten round to it…and I’m rambling aren’t I?’

‘A little,’ Jax replied with a chuckle, ‘but it’s cute,’ he said, stepping impossibly closer to you, the proximity and the compliment making your cheeks heat up; high school you would be kicking her feet right now. ‘Let me take a look at it for you and see if I can fix it,’ he said, resting his hands on the roof of the car, effectively caging you in.

‘Yeah! Yeah, great, that would be great, thanks,’ you replied.

‘So, where are you coming from?’ he asked as he made his way around to the front of the car.

‘Here, actually,’ you said shyly, knowing that he wouldn’t remember you.

‘Oh yeah? A beautiful girl like you, I’m surprised I’ve not seen you before, how long have you been here?’

‘I moved back about a month ago.’

‘Back?’ Jax asked, his interest piqued as he stood up fully to look at you.

‘Yeah, I moved away just after I graduated high school and just moved back. We were actually in the same year, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?’ you confessed.

‘Oh,’ Jax replied, surprise evident in his tone, ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t - ’

‘It’s fine,’ you waved him off before he could say anything else. ‘We didn’t really run in the same circles, there’s no way you would have known who I was. I always had my head in my book, keeping quiet, counting down the days until I could get out of town, you know?’

‘Yeah,’ he said, absentmindedly as he looked at you in a way you would have killed for him to look at you at school.

‘So, how long do you think you’re going to be working on my car?’ you asked, trying to change the subject.

‘Uh, it shouldn’t be too long, I can probably get it back to you tonight.’

‘Great!’ you exclaimed a little too overenthusiastically, ‘so I’ll swing by later and pick it up?’

‘Or I could always bring it to you and take you on a date after?’ Jax said, pulling you up short.

‘Really?’ you asked, disbelieving.

‘Yeah, gives us a chance to get to know each other,’ he said, shrugging slightly.

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your lips as your blush grew across your cheeks. ‘Yeah, that sounds nice.’

Seems like some time away from Charming was just what you needed to make you come back.

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: Cussing, Firearms, kidnapping, death (not in detail)

Spoilers from Canon

Part 26

Scotch and Screams - Part 27

The church was cold, the kind of damp that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Chibs stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his body still tensed from the ride through Belfast’s winding streets.

The weight of his kutte felt heavier here, surrounded by old stone walls and the quiet judgment of saints carved in stained glass.

Jax was in front of him, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists at his sides. His desperation hung thick in the air, mixing with the scent of melting candle wax and damp wood.

Abel was out there somewhere, stolen from Jax, and they were standing in this damn church waiting on a priest who held all the cards.

Clay and Opie flanked them, silent but alert. None of them were the type to trust a man in a collar.

The heavy wooden doors at the back of the church creaked open, and Father Kellan Ashby stepped into the dim light, his expression unreadable. He moved with the calm confidence of a man who had been playing this game a long time.

"Ah, gentlemen," the priest greeted, his voice smooth, practiced. "I was wonderin’ when ye’d come knockin’."

Chibs exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience already wearing thin. "Aye, well, we’re here now. So let’s skip the pleasantries, Father."

Jax stepped forward before Ashby could respond. "Where’s my son?"

The priest folded his hands in front of him, tilting his head slightly. "Somewhere safe, I assure ye."

That was the wrong answer. Jax’s whole body went rigid, his breath coming heavier. Chibs felt his own pulse kick up, the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

"Safe?" Jax repeated, voice dangerously low. "You think I give a shit about safe? I want to know where he is. Now."

Ashby didn’t flinch. If anything, his composure was even more infuriating.

"I understand yer anger, lad," the priest said, his tone almost patronizing. "But ye have to trust that I have Abel’s best interests at heart. This is bigger than just one child."

Chibs let out a bitter chuckle, stepping up beside Jax. "That so? ‘Cause it sounds like ye’re just tryin’ to keep us dancin’ in circles." His voice was low, laced with warning. "So let’s try this again. Where. Is. The. Boy?"

Ashby sighed, looking between them. "Jax, I need to know somethin’ first."

Jax’s hands clenched. "I don’t give a shit what you need—"

"Would ye be willin’ to leave Abel here?" Ashby interrupted, his tone careful.

The question hit like a gunshot.

Jax blinked. "What?"

"He’s a Teller, aye." Ashby said. "But the life ye live… it’s not one for a child. Especially not one who could have a different future here."

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating.

Jax took a step forward, his breath ragged. "You’re out of your goddamn mind."

Chibs felt his own hands clench into fists, the anger rising like bile. "Ye’re talkin’ about keepin’ another man’s son from him, an’ ye think that’s a reasonable fuckin’ question?" His voice was sharp, edged with something dangerous.

Ashby’s gaze flickered toward him, unreadable. "I’m talkin’ about what’s best for the boy."

Jax was practically shaking with rage. "Abel is my son." His voice cracked, but his anger didn’t waver. "And if you don’t start telling me where he is, this conversation’s gonna go a whole different way."

Ashby exhaled through his nose, finally nodding. "I’ll make arrangements."

"No more games," Jax snapped.

"No more games," Ashby echoed.

But Chibs wasn’t sure he believed him.

Chibs had felt it in his bones before they even had proof. Something had been off with McGee from the moment they’d landed in Belfast.

He was jumpy, avoiding eye contact, making excuses whenever Jax or Clay asked direct questions about Abel.

It wasn’t like the man he’d once known—the leader who had helped him get to California all those years ago, the one who had help build SAMBEL up from the ground up.

But Chibs knew better than anyone that men could change. Sometimes, it was the weight of time, the pull of greed, or just plain cowardice.

He just hadn’t wanted to believe it was McGee.

Then, proof came in the form of a conversation they weren’t meant to hear.

It was Juice who picked up the first thread of betrayal.

"Man, I don’t like this," Juice muttered under his breath as they stood outside a crumbling warehouse where McGee had led them to ‘discuss strategy.’ "Something’s off."

Chibs glanced at him, brow furrowing. "What are ye talkin’ about?"

Juice shifted, voice hushed. "McGee told us this was a safe spot. But I picked up chatter on a shortwave. Someone was warnin’ Jimmy O to ‘expect guests.’"

Chibs’ blood ran cold.

"Ye sure?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Juice nodded. "Yeah, man. And the voice on the other end? Sounded a hell of a lot like McGee."

Clay and Jax were already ahead, stepping inside the warehouse, oblivious to the trap they were walking into.

Chibs’ pulse pounded in his ears. Without another word, he spun on his heel, storming into the building.

The moment he entered, he saw McGee standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Opposite him, two men in suits stood like statues—men Chibs recognized all too well.

Irish Kings.

And beside them, with a smug, knowing smirk—Jimmy O.

Jax stopped dead in his tracks. Clay’s hand twitched toward his gun.

Chibs’ heart clenched as realization set in like a punch to the gut.

"Son of a bitch," Jax muttered.

McGee sighed, rubbing a hand down his face like he was weary, like this was somehow hard for him. "I didn’t want it to go this way, boys."

"Aye," Chibs said darkly, stepping forward, voice thick with contempt. "But here we are, huh?"

McGee exhaled, shoulders slumping. "Things’ve changed, Filip. We had no choice. SAMBEL’s been backed into a corner for years, an’ I did what I had to do to survive."

"Survive?" Chibs echoed, voice dangerously quiet. He shook his head, taking another step. "Ye sold out yer fuckin’ family."

Jimmy O chuckled. "Ah, come on now, Filip. Don’t be so dramatic. McGee did what any smart man would do—he picked the winnin’ side."

Chibs’ jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

Clay, ever the tactician, was already assessing their exit strategy. "We done here?" he asked, voice calm but cold.

McGee hesitated for just a fraction of a second. But it was enough.

"Aye," Jimmy O said, smirking. "We’re done."

That’s when the gunfire started.

The second Jimmy O’s men opened fire, the warehouse erupted into chaos. The sharp crack of gunfire echoed off the metal walls, flashes of muzzle fire cutting through the dim light.

"Cover!" Jax shouted, diving behind a stack of crates.

Clay was already moving, pulling his gun as Opie laid down cover fire. Juice and Happy were at the entrance, weapons raised, keeping the path open.

Chibs barely had time to react before a bullet whizzed past his head.

"Shite," he hissed, diving for cover beside Jax. He peeked out, eyes scanning the room, taking in the situation. Jimmy O and the Irish Kings had already slipped out the back. But McGee—he was still standing there, frozen, watching the chaos unfold like a man who knew his time was up.

"Get to the van!" Clay barked.

Chibs gritted his teeth. They could deal with McGee later—right now, they had to get the hell out of there.

Jax fired a few rounds, forcing Jimmy’s men to take cover, giving them just enough time to move. Chibs grabbed Juice by the back of his kutte and yanked him toward the exit.

"Move yer arse, Juicy!"

They spilled out into the alley, running for the van. Happy was already inside, revving the engine. Clay shoved the doors open, barking orders as the rest of them piled in.

Just as Chibs swung himself inside, he turned, catching one last glimpse of McGee.

The man was standing in the doorway of the warehouse, gun in hand—but he didn’t raise it.

He didn’t even try to fight.

Chibs met his eyes for just a second. And in that moment, he saw it—defeat.

Then the doors slammed shut, and they were gone.

They didn’t have to look for McGee.

He knew the end was coming.

It took less than twenty-four hours to track him down. Bobby and Opie cornered one of his men in a bar, worked him over until he gave up the location.

An old dockyard on the outskirts of Belfast.

When they arrived, it was almost too easy.

McGee was sitting on the hood of an old car, cigarette dangling from his fingers, like he was waiting for them.

Clay and Jax hung back, letting Chibs take the lead.

This was personal.

Chibs stepped forward, boots crunching against gravel. McGee didn’t move. He just exhaled smoke, watching Chibs with tired eyes.

"Knew ye’d find me," he said simply.

Chibs tilted his head. "Aye. Ye knew."

McGee flicked the cigarette away, rubbing a hand down his face. "Don’t suppose I can talk my way outta this one?"

"Ye had yer chance to talk," Chibs said quietly. "Back at the warehouse. Instead, ye stood there an’ let Jimmy O walk out while he tried to kill us."

McGee exhaled, shoulders slumping. "I never wanted this, Filip. Ye gotta believe me."

Chibs’ jaw clenched. "That supposed to make it better?"

McGee’s silence was answer enough.

The moment stretched between them, heavy and unspoken.

Then, finally, McGee sighed. "Just get it over with."

Chibs took a slow step closer. "Nah," he murmured. "Not that easy"

McGee frowned. "What—"

Chibs moved fast—too fast for the McGee to react. He grabbed McGee by the collar and slammed him against the hood of the car, pressing a forearm against his throat.

"Ye don’t get to just close yer eyes an’ let it happen," he hissed. "Ye fuckin’ sold us out. Sold me out. An’ now ye’re just ready to roll over an’ die? Nah. Ye don’t get that."

McGee struggled, but it was useless.

"Filip—please—"

"Ye begged Jimmy O like this?" Chibs snapped. "When ye handed us over? Did ye tell him it ‘wasn’t personal’? That ye ‘never wanted this’?"

McGee’s face twisted, guilt and fear bleeding into his features.

Chibs leaned in, voice low, almost gentle. "Ye were a fuckin’ brother, McGee."

A pause.

Then he stepped back, letting McGee stumble forward—just in time for Clay to raise his gun.

A single shot rang out.

McGee crumpled to the ground.

Dead.

Belfast was cold tonight. The kind of cold that settled deep into the bones, refusing to be shaken off. Chibs leaned against the rough brick wall of the SAMBEL clubhouse, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips, the smoke curling into the damp air.

His head was still buzzing from the night’s events—the priest, the betrayal, the gunshot that had left McGee lifeless on the floor.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaustion pressing against the edges of his mind, but sleep was a luxury he wouldn’t find here. Not with the weight of everything sitting heavy on his chest.

What he needed—what he ached for—was you.

Fishing the burner phone out of his kutte, he pressed the speed dial, lifting it to his ear. The dial tone stretched too long, making his chest tighten, but then—

"Mmm ... Scotsman?"

Your voice was soft, thick with sleep, and just like that, something in him unclenched.

"Aye, love," he murmured, exhaling slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. "Did I wake ye?"

There was a rustle on the other end, the sound of sheets shifting. "Yeah ... it’s okay Filip, I’d rather hear your voice than sleep anyway."

He huffed out a quiet chuckle, warmth spreading in his chest. Christ, you had a way of soothing him without even trying.

"Aye, is that so?" he teased, voice a little rougher than usual.

"Mhm. I’ve been worrying about you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"It’s late there, isn’t it? Have you even been sleeping?"

He took another drag of his cigarette, staring up at the night sky. He didn’t want to lie to you, but he also couldn’t tell you the truth.

Couldn’t tell you about the blood on his hands, the weight of another brother lost.

"Been keepin’ busy," he said vaguely, voice careful. "Nothin’ to worry yerself over, mo chridhe."

You let out a quiet sigh, and he could hear the concern in it.

"I wish you were here," you confessed, voice so soft it nearly broke him.

His throat tightened. "Aye… me too, love. More than ye know."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but heavy in its own way.

"Filip, I miss you," you said,  hesitantly, your voice gentle, warm. "You sure your okay?"

The question hit him harder than it should've. Because no, he wasn't okay.

Not after what he'd done. Not after putting a bullet in a man he once called his brother. Not after watching Jax spiral deeper into desperation with every hour that passed without Abel in his arms. But he couldn't put that on you.

Couldn't taint the only bright thing he had left.

So, he forced a smirk into his voice, leaning back against the rickety chair in his room. "Aye, love', I'm fine. Just tired. S'been a long fuckin' day."

Chibs swallowed, rolling his shoulders. The ache in his body was nothing compared to the one in his chest.

"Jus' needed to hear yer voice."

You let out a quiet breath, like you didn't quite believe him but didn't want to push. Instead, your tone shifted, lighter.

"Well, I'm glad you called. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me over there"

A chuckle rumbled in his throat, the first real one he'd let himself have in days.

"Forgot about ye? Pfft. Ye must be daft if ye think I could."

"Mmm, you might get distracted," you teased. "Irish accents, whiskey, the smell of rain on cobblestones..."

"Aye, all that's grand an' all," he mused, playing along. "But none o' it holds a candle to ye, mo chridhe"

There was a pause, and he could almost hear the way you smiled.

"That was smooth."

"Aye, I've been told I've got a way wi' words."

"By who?"

"Mainly Juice, but still counts."

Your laugh. That was what he needed. That was what pulled him back from the edge, piece by piece.

"How’s things back home?" he asked finally, needing to hear about something—anything—other than the mess he was wading through.

You gave a tired hum. "Tara’s holding up, but I can tell she’s struggling. I’ve been helping out when I can."

Chibs smiled slightly, imagining you fussing over the doctor, making sure she ate, slept, didn’t collapse under the weight of it all. "She’s lucky to have ye lookin’ after her."

Another silence stretched between you, but this time it was warmer, softer. The kind of quiet that wrapped around him like a well-worn blanket.

"Filip?"

"Aye?"

"When are you coming home?"

His jaw tightened. He wished he had an answer for you.

"Soon, love," he said instead. "Promised ye that."

You let out a little sigh, and he could hear you shifting again, probably curling deeper into the blankets.

"You better be, Scotsman" you murmured, a soft demand.

"Aye," he breathed. "I will."

For the first time that day, he wasn't lying.

He hesitated, thumb brushing over the edge of the burner. He didn’t want to hang up.

"Get some sleep, lass," he murmured. "I’ll call ye soon."

"Okay. Be safe, Filip."

"Aye, I’ll try."

But as the call ended, leaving him alone in the quiet Belfast night, he knew safety wasn’t in the cards for him.

Not here. Not now.

But hearing your voice had been enough to remind him why he had to make it back.

And when he did, he wasn’t going to waste another second.

[imagineredwood]

Which SOA guys can you see baby trapping their girl?

**No sexual content, I just have the warning because of the topic. In this context they and the reader are already together, established relationship**

I think at his core, he seeks love and belonging, but also power, and what better way to ensure you're tied to him forever? He's the king and giving you a baby is one way to ensure having you by his side as the Queen.

Juice even more so than Jax just wants somewhere to belong. He felt like the club was that one thing that would be around forever and he will always belong there, but it doesn't hurt to have one more avenue where he will be able to have another family, but this time its his own. Especially in the later seasons where he could already feel the club slipping away.

I feel like this is already like mildly canon. Sure he wasn't maybe necessarily trying to trap Lyla, but I mean 👀 It was obvious that she didn't want a baby and he did and her taking BC was a blindside in his eyes. So I feel like he'd actually be the main one.

I'm half and half on this one. Mostly I feel like at his age he couldn't be bothered with bringing in a baby, especially with how things worked out with Kerrianne. Everything is just too dangerous and the less people you have that can be used against you the better. But at the same time, there's a liiiiiiittle sliver of me that feels like maybe even because of that reason he would. A second chance, now that he's older and much more wise. Another opportunity to do it right. Leave a legacy. And have an immediate family here that he can create.

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

Hello!! Just found ur yan Mortal Kombat harem headcanons and I'm FERAL. Could u please write more 😭 specifically for a darling that loves to party/go clubbing and is really extroverted. I'm sorry if that's kind of difficult to write for. I'm a party girl n I wanna see how they'd react 🤔💕 Tysm!

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A/N: I hope I did this right. I geninuely don't know exactly how they'd actually react. Some could fit in other categories too.

Hmm,,,I think there would be a few different reactions.

I think this would mainly stem from a cultural difference and their perception on clubbing, partying and modesty as a whole. Then add the whole possessive thing on top. whew.

I think more of western eatherrealmers wouldn't be so upset with it. Like you're definitely not going alone without them but they will allow you be in that whole scene.

Here's the categories in my opinion based of my characterization/understanding of the characters

Doesn't care or would want to party with you.

Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Kabal

A. have extremely high egos where they aren't threatened by you going out for a girls night in a skimpy outfit. This doesn't concern them. They have better things to worry about and as long as you know who you belong to and you are back in their care in a timely manner..knock yourself out

B.

Johnny, Kano, Kung Lao *maybe*

Has high enough egos where they are okay with you going to the club but only if it's with them. They love to show you off and to have others watch as you grind and dance on them all night but they can't bear the thought of you doing that alone. If you aren't dancing on them, who are you dancing on instead??? They need to be there to bash in someone's head if they touch you.

Neutral or doesn't really understand what clubbing culture is

Rain, Noob Siabot

A. These men are indifferent. They don't really have a hard answer because it's just something they've never really stopped to think about/don't have the time to worry about it.

Fujin, Baracka, Kotal Khan, Geras

B. Doesn't understand or really even know what a club is. They probably don't understand why you'd want to go to such an establishment when you could dance at home or at a festival if that's what you want to do.

Hard no. either do to cultural reasons or is just possessive and doesn't like the idea of you being somewhere so raunchy

Raiden, Nightwolf, Liu Kang, Jax, Scorpion, Sub-zero,

I will say ultimately as a harem it'd either be a *no* or they'd rather have you go to different out world festivals or dance squares where the scene is a bit more family friendly...