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Untouchable

Herman Kozik x OC Tawnie Trager

For @narcosfandomdiscord Book of Just Chaos: untouchable

Warnings: 18+, language, violence, blood/injury, hurt/comfort, takes place during s2

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: this pair of crazy kids is BACK! i haven't written for them in so long and I've honestly missed them so so much. this is a switch-up from the usual fun vibes that i usually write for these two, and i lowkey wanna write another part for this, but i'm not gonna make promises i can't keep lmao. hope y'all enjoy!

Tawnie had always been a bit of a magnet for trouble. Whether she was out there actively looking for it or not, it always seemed to find her regardless. She never seemed bothered by it—all part of being a Trager, was what she would always chalk it up to. There was no way that someone could be raised and live under the same roof as Tig and not have a habit of landing themselves in hot water.

For years, she was ducking in and out of scrapes. When she was a teenager, just being young and reckless with her friends, the fallout of it was always manageable. But she wasn’t a teenager anymore, and the stakes these days were much higher than they’d ever been. Getting mixed up in the wrong things now no longer just meant that someone would have to post bail and get stared down by Deputy Hale.

In Tawnie’s defense, she hadn’t been the one who started it this time. All she had been trying to do was go to the liquor store and grab a few bottles of things to bring to the clubhouse for the party later. It should’ve been a trip that took all of five minutes, maybe closer to ten if she got distracted looking at all of the labels in some of the aisles. Regardless, it shouldn’t have been a situation that ended with anyone getting hurt.

The shop’s plastic shopping basket was hanging in the crook of her arm, a couple bottles of the vodka brand that she liked laying on the bottom of it. She understood why they bought the cheaper stuff for the clubhouse, because it wasn’t as though the guys ever paid attention or gave a shit anyway. That didn’t mean that she wanted to feel like she was drinking lighter fluid, though.

She was reaching to grab a whiskey bottle off the top shelf when she heard a man’s voice behind her. He wasn’t loud, and with the way that he’d said, “Hey,” she didn’t even think that he was talking to her.

When he said, “Hey,” again, she could tell that he was standing right behind her. “I was talking to you.”

Tawnie wrapped her fingers tightly around the neck of the whiskey bottle she had been trying to grab. Pulling it down off the shelf, it dangled by her side as she turned around to face whoever it was that was trying to talk to her.

She had turned around with her usual air of confidence, and it didn’t falter as much as maybe it should have when she had to crane her head back slightly to look up at who was speaking to her. Seemingly unperturbed, she cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t work here—I can’t help you.”

The man looked her up and down, and Tawnie wasn’t sure if he was sizing her up or trying to figure out what he was supposed to say to her at that point. Whatever his motives were, Tawnie had to assume that he wasn’t trying to figure out a pickup line to use on her.

“You’re Trager’s kid.”

Her grip tightened a little more on the bottle. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she replied, “Let’s say I am—who the fuck are you?”

She didn’t recognize him, and he wasn’t wearing a kutte or anything else that would place him with an MC. Him knowing the connection between her and Tig, however, was enough of a red flag for her to know that whatever this man wanted, it probably wasn’t really about her at all.

“Big talk for someone who doesn’t know who they’re talking to.”

“If I don’t know who you are, then I have no reason to talk small.”

Tawnie had spent enough of her life putting on acts depending on who she was in a room with, so keeping a look of indifference on her face while her heart was hammering inside her chest was nothing new. The man was larger than her, and she had to assume that his jacket pulling tightly in certain points along his shoulders and arms wasn’t because he purposely bought it a few sizes too small. But they were also still on SAMCRO turf, and they were standing in the middle of a liquor store, so she had a little faith that if nothing else, those two things would still work in her favor.

She didn’t turn her back on him as she went to side-step and get around him. Even so, she wasn’t able to get very far. The second that she wasn’t pinned between him and the rack of bottles behind her anymore, he reached out and snatched her by the arm closest to him, the one holding the basket.

He let out a low laugh as he shook his head. “Oh no,” he tugged her back towards him, “you’re not going any—”

Whatever line of threats he was planning on saying to her never made it past the base of his throat as she swung her other hand with everything that she had, the whiskey bottle colliding with the side of his head. She heard him grunt in pain, and she saw the way that the bottle started to show some minor cracks along the side of it, but even so it didn’t force him to release the grip that he had on her arm. She felt the way that his fingertips dug into her even more, blunt nails starting to break the skin, and with a yell that was a little louder now, she swung the bottle at him again one more time.

This time when it hit the side of the man’s head, the bottle fully shattered. Glass shards went everywhere, the neck of the bottle breaking and slicing into Tawnie’s palm. Between the liquor and the broken glass pieces that were digging into the side of his head, the man released her with a string of curses. Without a single moment of hesitation, Tawnie dropped the basket to the floor and sprinted towards the front of the store. Before she even got to the end of the aisle, the owner who had been at the register appeared to try and see what was going on. He held his hands out like he was asking her to stop and talk to him, but rather than abiding by that, Tawnie shoved right past him, leaving blood from her palm smeared across his shirt in the process.

“Tawnie!” the shop owner called after her. His shouting didn’t even cause a falter in her steps. She sprinted out the front door, the bells chiming on it giving a strange air of whimsy to her departure of such a horrid scene.

She didn’t even feel herself digging her car keys out of her jeans pocket as she ran down the block to get to her car. Quickly unlocking the door, she flung herself inside the car. Jamming the key into the ignition, she tried not to think about the way that she was leaving bloodstains on everything that she was touching. She pressed her foot down hard on the gas pedal, speeding down the street.

The road took her right past the liquor store again, and she could see the store owner yelling at the man who had just tried to attack her. She didn’t take her foot off the gas, but she still tried to get another look at the mystery man’s face as she sped by, his facial features now streaked with whiskey and blood. He looked like he could’ve been anyone, no tattoos or scars to speak of. She went to tighten her grip on the steering wheel from nerves and was instantly greeted with a sharp jolt of pain across her palm that shot right up to her shoulder.

Eyes still on the road, she leaned and felt around on the passenger seat for the burner phone that the club had given her. She always felt a little idiotic having a second phone, especially when she communicated with several of the club members on her regular one, but times like this seemed like the perfect reason to use up some of the minutes that were on there.

Up until the point when she was about to hit the call button, she’d had every intention of calling her father. She knew that it was something that he needed to know about, and it was something that he would probably be the one who handled it in the end. But right before she hit the button with the tiny green phone etched into it, she stopped herself and started over again.

Picking the second person on speed dial instead, she pressed the phone to her ear. With each ring that she had to wait through, her hands trembled more and more. With her holding her hand up, the blood from her palm was starting to trickle down her wrist and the rest of her arm, and it felt like a burning sensation even though she knew that wasn’t what was happening to her.

Right when she thought she was about to burst into tears or steer her car clean off the street into a random storefront, she heard the click of someone answering on the other end of the line.

“Hey, T,” Kozik’s voice came in calm and smooth.

“H-hey,” the short word still managed to get stuck in her throat on the way out.

There was a pause, and when he spoke up again his tone had shifted. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I’m on my way to your place. You’re home, right?” she felt the way that her bottom lip was starting to quiver and tried to ignore it, tried to keep the last few shreds of composure that were keeping her together.

There was rustling on the other end of the line as he said, “I will be in ten.”

The feeling in her chest was as close as she could get to relief in the given circumstances. “Okay.”

“I love you.” Even with all of the uncertainty surrounding whatever the situation was, there was no waver of questioning in his voice when he said that.

Tawnie let out a short breath, one that she had been holding without meaning to. “I love you too.”

She hung up without any more of a goodbye than that. Snapping the phone shut, it dropped into her lap as her hand began trembling violently. The adrenaline of the situation could only blind her for so long, and the ache of pain was getting worse as the minutes ticked by. This wasn’t the usual type of trouble that she had to call anyone about. This trouble, this danger, felt too real and far too close to home.

Any other day, she would’ve been worried about how Kozik managed to get there not even a minute after she did, his bike skidding to a stop in the driveway. He practically threw his helmet once he took it off. Before Tawnie could blink, he was on the driver’s side of the car and opening the door for her.

He was halfway through asking her if she was alright when he saw the blood all over her. His eyes popped open wide, and he was fighting the urge to just climb into the car with her to check her over. The sight of her like that raised a million questions that he desperately wanted immediate answers to, but he stopped himself.

“C’mon,” he said instead, leaning in to loop his arm underneath hers and across her back, “let’s get—”

She flinched away from his touch, not quite ready for the sensation of someone else touching her. It was impossible to miss the pained look on his face, but she didn’t have it in her to apologize. Even on her best days, sorry was not a word that came easy to her. Right now, though, an apology was the last thing that Kozik was looking to get from her.

He stepped to the side and allowed her to get out of the car on her own. “Let’s get inside.”

He walked behind her as they made their way up the short driveway that landed them just off to the side of his house. His neighbors had learned quickly that even if they wanted to be nosey, it was better for them if they weren’t. Still, he walked behind Tawnie and checked their surroundings, also looking to see if anyone had followed her to his house that he needed to worry about.

Reaching around her, he unlocked the front door and pushed it open for her. She silently walked inside, wishing that she felt a little more at ease now that she was with him and safe inside his house, but she couldn’t manage it. It was the first time in a long time that Kozik had ever seen her so quiet.

With her good hand tightly gripping the wrist of her injured one, Tawnie made her way through the house to the bathroom. Kozik followed her, wanting so badly to reach out and try to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder or the small of her back but knowing that it wouldn’t be any help to her in that moment.

She was about to crouch down to open the cabinets under the sink. “Is it—”

“Sit,” he said, motioning to the toilet that had the lid down. “I got it.”

Tawnie nodded, doing as he instructed. Kozik tried not to think about how tight her grip was on her own wrist, or the look that she currently had in her eyes that he didn’t know how to piece apart. He busied himself with turning the sink on so that the water could start to run warm while he got the first aid kit out. Grabbing a clean washcloth from the drawer, he got it damp with warm water and held it out to her in an offer, thinking that she might want to wipe off her arm and what she could of her hand herself if she didn’t want him touching him.

“Thanks,” she said, nearly mumbling as she started to scrub at the blood that was quickly drying on her skin.

He nodded and got into a kneeling position in front of her as he waited for her to finish. She tossed the bloody rag into the sink. She looked at her own hand for a moment, taking in the damage that was done in earnest for the first time since it’d happened.

“Fuck,” she said, her voice steadier and clearer than it had been before.

With the first aid kit open on the floor beside him, Kozik held his hand out in a wordless question to allow him to see what the damage was and what he could do to help. Tawnie hesitated until she looked him in the eyes and remembered where she was and who she was with. Then it came easy, offering her hand out to him to inspect. His touch was gentle despite the callouses on his palm and fingers.

“Jesus,” he said, trying to hide the reaction under his breath but failing.

Tawnie let out a weary chuckle. “Promising.”

It got Kozik to crack a smile, hearing the sarcasm come back into her voice like that even if it was just for a moment. The relief that it brought him was momentary as well as he got back to looking at the state of her hand. The cut was deep—deep enough to need stitches. And while he could do a lot to help take care of her, that was one thing that was outside of his area of expertise.

Looking up at her from where he was kneeling, he gave a small shake of his head. “This is deep, T.”

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be saying to that. “Okay?”

“You’re gonna need stitches and I,” he chuckled weakly, “I can’t do that. I can call—”

“I don’t wanna see anyone right now,” she stopped him before he could get to the end of his thought.

As much as he didn’t want to argue with her in the state that she was in, he also didn’t want things to get worse for her because she didn’t want to get her injuries taken care of. “You gotta get this looked at by a doctor.”

“Am I gonna bleed out before tomorrow?”

“No, but—”

“Then just wrap me up for now and tomorrow I’ll give The Good Doctor a call, alright?”

She phrased it like a question, but Kozik knew her well enough to know that there was only one answer that she’d accept. With a sigh and a nod, he started rooting around the kit he had for disinfectant and the waterproof bandages that he could wrap her hand up with.

He waited until he was about to start really cleaning out her wound before he asked her any questions. “So do I get to know what happened?”

Tawnie shook her head, not in a denial of an answer, but as though now as she was thinking back on it, it seemed so ridiculous. “Some guy came at me when I was at the liquor store today.”

“What guy?”

She shrugged, instantly followed a wince as he flushed out the cut on her hand. She tried to pull away from the pain but Kozik tightened his hold on her so that she couldn’t. It was going to feel way worse before it started to feel any better—they both knew that.

“Some random guy,” she finally said, gritted out through the pain. “Knew Tig’s my dad.”

Kozik raised his eyebrows. “What’d he look like?”

Tawnie was fighting the urge to clench her hand into a fist. “Big fuckin’ dude. Took two hits to the head with a whiskey bottle before he let me go.”

He nodded knowingly. “That explains the hand.”

She shrugged. “I was working with what I had.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

Tawnie shook his head, watching him as he placed a few gauze pads on her palm before getting the roller bandage ready. “Not really. He asked me about being Tig’s kid, then he tried to grab me up. I hit him before I got around to asking for his agenda.” She hissed quietly as she felt the bandage putting pressure on her injured hand. “He wasn’t wearing any kind of kutte. I couldn’t see any tattoos but he had long sleeves on so who fuckin’ knows.”

“I’m sorry you’re getting caught up in all this, T.”

That time when she tried to pull her hand away, it wasn’t because of the physical pain. It got Kozik to look up at her. “What’s all this? Something going on with the club?”

He shrugged to try and make it seem casual, but the slightly panicked look on his face let her know that he definitely just said more than he was meant to. “Not…I mean…it’s the club. There’s always something going on.”

She scoffed. “Is this something the type of something that has random men coming after me in the middle of a store?”

“I—”

“Who the fuck are you guys getting into it with now?”

“Who were we getting into it with last time you asked?” He saw the look on her face and immediately backpedaled. “Sorry.” Clearing his throat, he continued, “You remember those guys who came by the clubhouse and were giving Clay a hard time about the guns?”

Her face contorted in confusion. “Them? Still?”

Kozik shrugged, like he didn’t get it either. “I know.”

“What the hell does any of that have to do with me, though? I don’t help you guys sell your fucking guns.”

He nodded. “And we are all safer for it.” He taped the roller bandage in place and sat back on his heels. Letting his expression grow serious once more, he said, “I got a feeling they’re going after people who are close to the club.” He rested his hand on her knee. “You do match that description.”

“That’s such bullshit.”

He wasn’t going to try and disagree with her, especially since he knew as much as anyone that she was right. “I know. But that’s…that’s how they operate. No one’s untouchable.”

She let out a sigh, and Kozik watched in real time as the exhaustion started to set in as the last of the adrenaline ebbed out of her. “I hate it.”

“Me too, T.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth on her knee. “You wanna shower? I’ll grab you some clean clothes?”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

Moving his hand from her knee to the sink counter, he used it to balance while he rose back up to his feet. “You call your dad yet?”

She groaned as she stood up as well. “No.”

He chuckled at her reaction. “Want me to call him?”

She chuckled. “You wanna throw yourself in front of that moving bus?”

Leaning in, he kissed her on the temple. “I’ve been run over by that bus before. I’ll be fine.”

“He’s gonna come over, you know,” she called after him as he walked towards the bathroom door.

“Wash the blood off yourself, then.”

She chuckled and shook her head as she watched him go. He was about to pull the door shut behind him when she grabbed his attention one more time. “Hey, Koz?”

He paused, leaning back so that he could see her. “Yeah?”

She gave a small nod. “Thank you.”

He smiled, that soft, boyish charm shining through despite how the day had been going so far. “I always got you, T.”

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Story 7 Kozik/Tig

Summary: Summary: Part of the Three: The Magic Number Series. Reader/OC x 2 of the Sons/Mayans. Purely smut with occasional plot/humor. 18+

"Careful. I'm not a doll" you reprimanded as you were manhandled between the two bikers. You should have known they would turn this into a competition.

Tig laughed. "Good or I wouldn't be able to perform"

Kozik snorted as he yanked your jeans down. "Can't perform regardless if ya ask me".

Tig pulled his mouth from your neck making you sigh to look at Kozik. "My dick is rated E for everyone. Let me know if you want a go".

"Alright" replied Kozik with a shrug and a smirk.

Several minutes later you found your self pinned beneath both men on the bed. Every hard snap of Tigs hips sending Kozik deeper into you making you clench tightly around him as you screamed through your release.. "Fuck" hissed Kozik as he came collapsing on top of you as Tig grunted and stilled holding the others mans hips as he came as well.

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[midnight-serendipity]

Better than the Fantasy: Chapter Three

 Pairing: Jax Teller x Female OC (AU - Older Man, Younger Woman, College Girl, Secret Identity)

Rating M: (Sexual Content, Violence, Swearing, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of Alcoholism, Mentions of Marital Issues)

Synopsis: Freshly exonerated and newly-minted president, Jax feels out of touch with everything around him, and somewhere amid the hullaballoos, he lands himself in an online site, enticed with the company of a masked stranger, who unknowingly had closer ties to the club than both of them could have ever guessed.

Word count: 7.7k

Chapter 3: Lace and String

Observant blue eyes rounded the table, taking in the set of somber faces surrounding it. Gone was the jubilant air that swirled around the clubhouse three nights ago. In its stead was a heavier, despondent mood. The club president didn’t need a mirror; he knew he reflected his brothers’ expressions. He sighed, just before his blues passed a not-so-new addition to the table. There, sandwiched between Happy and Juice, and looking a helluva lot like he’s just brought home the gold was Kip. Yeah, Jax heard he got patched while some of them were in Stockton.

That’s some good news for a change. 

He didn’t know how many church meetings the kid had already been to. Judging by the all-too-pleased smile that certainly looked out of place, Jax guessed not much. Stifling a laugh, he moved on with his scrutiny.

Despite the Antarctic treatment from his girlfriend, Jax slept like a baby Friday night. Thanks to Gemma’s pep talk. Feeling like they were all in need of a much-deserved rest, the prez decided to push church further. Not that he reaped any wins from his own good deed. With Tara very much hung-up on her ice throne the whole weekend, Jax decided to shift his sights back to the club. With each new day, the gears of his brain drove themselves to exhaustion as he struggled to weave the threads of his thoughts into something bigger – clearer. And as each day ended, it took with it a little of the bravado he earned Friday night. So much that when he woke up this morning, that air of confidence swirling within his veins was flatter than a popped balloon.

Fuckin’ hell. What do I bring to the table?

And that was when his hopes started spiraling downhill. Down to the cold tiles of his bathroom. Because what kind of president held his very first church with no agenda?

Jax Fuckin’ Teller it seemed.

Although it wasn’t because he didn’t know what he wanted for the club – that was actually the easiest, simplest part. Going back two years ago, it was still clear as day how he had first brought in talks about the club getting out of guns. Not everyone was swayed with the notion. But their then-VP was confident that eventually, he could get the whole table to his side.

That, however, was before the whole of Charming PD swarmed into their clubhouse like bees to honey and had the half of them cuffed. Now, still reeling with the aftermath, Jax was clueless as a newborn bub. Not only did his plans crash and burn to the ground faster than a Boeing gone defunct, but all avenues in his pocket were already as outdated as Unser.

Then, there was the Cartel and he knew a simple sorry ese wasn’t going to cut it with them.

But even if he didn’t know where to begin this time around and even if his ideas kept going in circles, he owed it to everyone in this room to try. Again, his eyes surveyed the room, this time meeting each of his brothers’ gazes. One by one they tipped their chins in silence. In trust. In blind faith.

And that was the fuel to his fire.

He let out an exhale and straightened in his chair, placing his palms on the table. “First thing I wanna say is congratulations to our brother Half-Sack for gettin’ the patch.”

The entire room erupted in cheers. Tig, Chibs, Kozik, Happy and Juice drummed their right hands on the table, while Bobby just reached over and clapped Kip on the back.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t here, you sorry sack o’shit. I woulda voted no.”

Opie’s shoulders shook as he chuckled, while Jax shook his head in amusement at Tig’s declaration. Ever the sport, Kip just waved him off with his hand.

“A’ight, calm down you animals.” Jax called out. “Now each of us here are all aware of what happened the past two years. We’ve all taken hits, all because of the man who used to sit in this chair.”

And just like that the momentary uplift was sucked out of the room. Inevitably, Jax’s gaze was drawn straight forward. He watched as a dark look shadowed Piney’s face and gave him a nod. Everyone knew he and Gemma swallowed the most bitter pill than the rest of them.

“But I want to thank you all, especially – Opie, Chibs, Happy, Piney and Kozik, for lookin’ after the club.” Another round of cheers echoed. “Before some of us went to Stockton, I told the club we should move outta guns. I still feel the same way and after everything that’s happened, I know this is the best time for SAMCRO to finally act on it. The money is great. But givin’ it a closer look, we barely earn anythin’ and with the cartel loomin’, the threat to us is greater than ever. I want us out of guns and if it was up to me SAMCRO woulda been out of it way before.” He paused, meeting each and every single pair of orbs. He caught Bobby’s smirk of smug approval, Piney’s tip of head and the proud tilt of Opie’s mouth.

“But I am not and will never be Clay. Even if I feel this is what’s best for the club, I will never take your right to vote. If you ask me right now how I’m planning to do that, I’m gonna be honest with ya – I don’t have a fucking clue yet. But just because nuthin’s set in stone yet doesn’t mean it’s not gonna happen. Because I really believe we can move past that. But only…only if you all want that as well.” Jax paused just to let all of that sink in. Seeing some gestures that he was sure were sloping towards the affirmative, he took a little breath then went on.

“We can vote on that later on. Now for the cartel,” Jax shifted, right elbow on the arm of his chair and tipped his chin to the left before resting it on his thumb and forefinger. “Bring us up to speed, VP.”

After taking a drag from his stick, Opie motioned for the lone ashtray from his father who was nearest to it and snuffed the light out. “With half of SAMCRO in Stockton, we were forced to honor the cartel’s demands and hauled their cargo. We always made sure we were in twos. Safer that way. None of us liked it, but –”

“Best way to keep the blood out of Charming.”

Opie nodded an agreement to Bobby.

“With only four of us to mule, they okay’d to just half of what Clay had agreed to.”

“How gracious of ‘em,” Tig muttered sarcastically, drawing grins and chuckles of the same nature from ‘round the table.

“But none us ‘ere privy to that agreement.” Chibs aired what was floating on everyone’s mind.

“Oh, they know that brother, they just don’t give a shit.” Opie huffed.

“Because that’s the point, son. None of us are supposed to know.” Piney pointed out.

“Yeah, we know, Pop.” Opie shifted, turning his attention to the head of the table. “Torres ‘n Parada came by last week, knew you were gettin’ out.

Lighting up his own cigarette, Jax stiffened and his brows furrowed. This was news to him. He puffed, letting the smoke billow out of his mouth. “TM?”

It was Happy who answered. “Cara Cara.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah. Spooked Lyla and the girls.” Opie shook his head. Displeasure was evident on his face as he recalled witnessing a smug Parada with an arm around his uncomfortable old lady.

“What they say?”

“They wanna talk to you, go back to the original arrangements.”

“They know this is just a temporary thing for us.” Bobby retorted with a slanted brow.

“That’s why they want to speak with the prez, convince him of a more permanent setting.” Opie answered.

“’S not gonna happen.” Jax spoke with finality and an air of authority that could only come from the holder of the gavel. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by the oldest member of the club. Piney smirked in approval.

Jax rubbed his free hand down his face and took a long pull from his stick. His eyes landed at the middle of their table. They remained silent, giving him a needed moment to gather his thoughts. Then with another breath, he focused on his best friend.

“They finally say who helped Clay mule? The load they want, ain’t no way Clay was movin’ alone.”

“Nah.”

“Our guess is Cacuzza. He’s always wanted to venture on narcotics,” Chibs piped in.

“He answered any of our calls?” At the shake of heads, Jax felt a crippling hit. But he shook the tendrils of disappointment that started to weave in his chest. He needed to unravel the truth first before drawing up conclusions. “How ‘bout the Mayans? Heard anythin’ ‘bout them?”

“They’re in Lodi mostly. They’re wantin’ to branch out.”

Jax released a breath of smoke. “Still? So they haven’t yet?”

Opie smirked. “Darby bailed.”

“Alvarez is damn pissed.” Kozik chuckled, contagious to most of them.

Brows deeply furrowed, Jax shifted in his chair, surprised by this turn of events. Around two months ago, word through the grapevine was Darby had partnered with the Mayans. It stirred things up and caused quite the unrest, particularly with the Chinese and the Niners.

In his mind, this latest move didn’t make sense. Even before his latest imprisonment, he recalled how keen Darby was to associate himself with someone or someones who had quite the pull and weight on the streets. Particularly any that could match SAMCRO in either brains or brawn. The way Darby saw it, this was the guaranteed opening for his inky tentacles to coil inside Charming. This reasoning was what led Jax to anticipate the Mayans with no mistake.

So why the hell would Darby turn? Unless…

“Lemme guess, the supplier Darby was supposed to hook ‘em up with was a flake.”

“Aye.”

Jax tilted his head to his SAA. In the dimly lit room, Jax’s eyes glinted and even if he tried, he couldn’t refrain from smirking. A silver lining, if anything. “Good thing we know of a reliable pipeline.”

Chibs stiffened beside him. “Jackie, d’you think that’s a good idea? Mayans have beef with us –”

“Alvarez and Clay had beef. Not the Sons and the Mayans. I think it’s time we reach out to Alvarez, let him know there’s a new regime now.”

“D’you think they’ll meet with us?” Juice asked.

Jax breathed another drag from his stick. “We could always ask Nero to set up the meet.”

“And if he doesn’t agree?”

By the smirk on Tig’s lips, Jax could tell he already knew the answer to his own question. “Then we rope in Gemma.”

“Good luck sayin’ no to the artillery.” Another round of chuckles filled the room at Opie’s statement.

“We could get a feel on where the Mayans land on all these first, then we make the call to the Kings.” Collective nods were directed his way.

“Now before we get to the vote. I need you all to understand, if we do decide to move away from guns, we’re sayin’ goodbye to the club’s bread n’ butter for the past decades and our finances will probably hurt from that. I need you to take that in before we vote. But first, speakin’ of finances, heard our resident weirdo wants to share sumthin’ with the club.” Jax tipped his chin to Kip. Kip stood up and stepped out without question, he was after all, the first one Chucky approached.

Tig rubbed a hand down his face. “Maybe he’s goin’ to tell us he’s part leprechaun.”

Opie brought it to his ear – Chucky wanted to speak to the Club about finances, when he was asked about it however, he said he wanted to wait for the prez and the rest of the club. Jax admittedly had a slew of names reserved for Chucky. But Jax did admire him for his respect for him and the club. The door swung open again, as Kip swept in, followed by Chucky, each of them hauling massive duffle bags.

Jax killed his smoke and looked around. He was met with equally stunned faces. 

Opie stood up, towering over everyone. “What the hell – ”

Zip.

“There are still two bags in my dorm. But each has fifty grand in them, so that’s two hundred in all.”

They were all on their feet even before Chucky finished his explanation. All of them staring at the open bag, with wide disbelieving eyes. Because just as he said, the bag was overflowing with stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

“Jesus, all real,” Bobby passed the wad of cash he fished and inspected. Jax took it with no hesitation and examined it the way Bobby had, Chibs and Tig both curiously looking over his shoulders.

“Yes, it is,” Jax confirmed, awed, passing it to Ope.

“I think you’re wrong, Tig. Chucky’s not part leprechaun. He is THE leprechaun you sonuvabitch! C’mere!” Kozik exclaimed, pulling Chucky into a one-armed hug.

“Hey! Don’t maul him yet. We’re gonna need some answers first.” Jax called out. Kozik immediately let go of Chucky.

“A’ight,” palms on the table, Jax leaned in and eyed Chucky, looking every bit the investigator. “As pleased as I am with cash suddenly sproutin’ in the clubhouse, I need to know where this,” he tilted his head, “came from. And no, I am not buyin’ the leprechaun shit.”

Chucky very visibly gulped and Jax hoped it’s only because of him and the three Reaper kuttes standing closest to their president while they all stared him down, and not because of something else.

“Well, you remember the night Clay left?”

Unintentionally, Jax’s nostrils flared. Of course, he remembered. That was the night leading to the day of their arrest. The night Clay almost, almost got Gemma killed with his bare hands.

“Of course,” Jax replied with venom in his voice. He didn’t mean to. But he understood perfectly why Chucky recoiled a bit at that.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Juice suddenly materialized beside Chucky and drew an arm around him. “We won’t beat you up unless we have to,” Juice grinned.

“That’s…reassuring.”

“What about that night Chucky?” Opie stepped in. He knew he needed to take the reins. Leaving it to Jax might send Chucky straight to a coronary before they could get anything sensible out of him.

“I was in Gemma’s office, finishing an errand for her. I just shut the lights off when I saw her SUV coming back. I assumed it was her, but when I saw Clay got out, I hid. Something didn’t feel right. He went to the garage, came back out with two bags and went inside again for the other two. He just finished loading everything when Gemma arrived.”

Jax straightened up, arms crossed and teeth clenched. He knew what part was coming. He’s heard it many times. Didn’t make it any easier.

They were all supposed to be out for a gun delivery. Clay, claiming his hands made it difficult to ride, said he couldn’t make the four-hour travel. No alarm bells were triggered as he stayed back, they knew his hands had been acting up as of late and Jax easily stepped in as acting president. The cortisone was barely doing anything anymore – at least that was what he said. Unknown to them, he set out for a meet of his own. Borrowed Gemma’s SUV, on the ruse of dropping by Unser’s office.

It took them a couple of days after that to get the truth ironed out. But Gemma was ahead of them. Although her theory was off some points, still she figured out something was amiss before anyone else did. Turned out, he had been borrowing her vehicles quite some time already and her assumption was a mistress. She placed a tracker in all her wheels, and that night, Gemma thought was the perfect timing to confront him, with the sons out and Piney helping Lyla watch over the kids – no blood will be shed.

“They were busy fighting and the trunk was still open, so I took a peek in the bags. With all of you away, I knew it wasn’t club business. And when I found out it was real money, I moved fast, grabbed them and emptied them in the garage.”

“And Clay didn’t notice that the load was much lighter?” Piney asked, unconvinced.

“He didn’t check it again. And…it actually might have been a little heavier. I replaced it with some tools and bike parts –”

“The missing supplies!” Kip exclaimed.

Jax pictured it. He remembered Sack going on about some supplies TM ordered a week prior to that, that had suddenly vanished into thin air. But with Gemma unconscious in the hospital bed and Clay suspiciously MIA – that had been the least of his worries, even more so when David Hale dropped by with his minions, a warrant on hand.

“And Clay never saw you?” Opie pushed, still quite unsold on the idea.

“Well, he was,” his eyes darted to Jax quickly then back to Opie, “busy.”

Jax snarled, making Chucky flinch. “You mean to tell me, that not only did you have this cash lyin’ ‘round for two years, but you also let Clay pound my mom’s face as distraction?”

“Look, Jax, what was I supposed to do? I can’t throw a punch like you guys. If I interfered, I would have been worse off than Gemma. I just thought I could retaliate in a more effective way. Y’know absolute advantage.”

Put like that, Jax did see from his perspective. While not stock thin as Rat, Clay would have definitely snapped him like a toothpick. Besides, what best way to hurt Clay the most than to take what he worked hard for, right under his very nose. He just wished he witnessed Clay’s face when the rug under his feet was pulled.

“Does make sense,” Bobby echoed Jax’s thoughts, then added, “but why are you only telling us now?”

“I did want to tell the club the next day. But – ” Chucky tipped his head side-to-side, reminding Jax of an upside-down pendulum.

“Yeah we get it – ” Jax replied

Chucky nodded, “Then when you guys got framed, I guessed that was cartel money. So, I hid it and decided to show it at a safer time.

“Where yeh hide it?”

“Ah, I may have asked Unser to hold on to it. Said it was a Club favor.”

Again, Jax’s eyebrows jumped. There were whistles – Juice, Opie and Chibs, while Tig slowly shook his head in time with his hands clapping. Chucky smiled and gave out a breath of relief. He knew he was off the hook.

“Chucky, you are turnin’ me on right now.”

This time, it was Chucky’s eyebrows that went through the roof. “I don’t accept that.” He said with a shake of his head.

“Oi, don’t scare ‘im off.”

“What?” Tig asked Chibs with his palms open. “It’s not like I’m not gonna use some lube and I’mma make sure he gets off too.”

Chucky cringed “I still don’t accept that”.

Tig opened his mouth but Jax cut him off easily, with a finger pointed his way. “Knock it off Tiggy. Go rub one out and stop traumatizin’ people.”

“As for you,” Jax went to Chucky and laid his hands on his shoulders. He tipped his chin, “Go tell my mom we’re givin’ you a raise.”

When her eyes crossed while going over one line of the purchase order she was currently reviewing, Gemma knew it was time to call it a day. She dropped the document on her desk, pursing her lips. Despite TM being open all days of the week, Gemma still found truth to Monday being the shittiest.

Gemma removed her glasses and massaged her eyes with the heel of her palms. Fuckin’ piece of shit lighting.

Well, totally her fault for putting it off. Definitely need to have it replaced. She stood up and stretched. Her back echoed with a series of cracks. And this shit of a chair too.

“Dammit is everythin’ here a piece of crap?” Gemma turned around, taking each item in inventory. It had been a while since she put in more than her usual work hours, and definitely more than a while since she observed every little thing in this room. Her musings were disrupted by a loud, unmistakable roar of a Harley Davidson speeding towards the garage. Curious, she turned and opened the door of the office.

The biker still had his back to her while he parked and killed the engine. But he didn’t need to turn around in order for Gemma to know who it was. The blonde streaks peeking underneath the helmet was more than enough of an indicator. Propping her hip against the doorframe, Gemma glanced at her watch.

7:09 PM

Luann was seriously late. But that wasn’t important. No. Right now, what’s essential for her was to figure out what her son was doing back at TM. Jax and the rest of SAMCRO parted ways for the day just around four o’clock this afternoon and with all of them still occupied with their personal shit, she knew his return wasn’t club related. Plus – Gemma’s eyes narrowed into slits – that backpack, that wasn’t there when he left, triggered the alarms in her head. When he finally unfastened his helmet and turned around, spotting her for the first time since his arrival, Jax very visibly groaned, strengthening her theory further. 

Well, glad to see you too shithead.

She tipped her head to the office and turned on her heel.

Jax had to do a double take of the lot. But no, he wasn’t going mental – Gemma’s SUV was indeed nowhere to be found. So why the hell was his mother still here?

Once again, Jax could only groan. After his row with Tara, he didn’t have enough energy to deal with the Russian Roulette incarnate. But he’ll be damned much more if he didn’t follow her. Stepping foot into the small confinement, Jax felt he was heading to his execution as he was met with Gemma leaning onto the table, her arms crossed, and face seemingly carved in stone.

“Where’s your truck?”

“I had Rat and Kip take it home. Luann’s gonna pick me up for dinner.” She tipped her chin, “my assistant manager came in here, sayin’ we’re givin’ him a raise.”

“Yeah,” Jax answered, “fifteen percent seems fair. We can cut five each from TM, Diosa and Cara Cara. Whaddaya think?”

“He’s employed by TM only. He just likes to loiter.” Gemma pointed out.

“So? C’mon, Ma, work your magic. I’m sure it’s just like launderin’,” Jax asked, irritated.

Gemma sighed. Before he pitched the idea to the table, she was the first one he told that he wanted the club out of guns. It made sense. But with this kind of thinking, Gemma wondered how fast these dickheads would make a legit business go belly-up. It seemed she needed to sit them all down for a talk of some sort.

Businesses tend to do that shit.

Jax nodded dropping his pack on the ratty couch. He felt his mom’s eyes on him as he sat down. He propped his elbows on his knees, hands clasping together as he looked up and met Gemma’s stare. She raised an eyebrow.

“Are you gonna tell me, or are you gonna make me ask?”

Jax rubbed his hands over his face then sighed, resuming his previous position. This was the part of the conversation he knew he won’t be able to tiptoe his way around. “Just need to put some distance between me and Tara.”

Gemma huffed, raising both her hands in disbelief, before landing on her hips. She straightened, stepping away from the table, she strutted towards him and left only a few inches in between, forcing Jax to lean back and raise his head.

“Look, Ma, s’not a big deal.”

And maybe those were the wrong words to say as Gemma’s eyes sharpened, and if there was truth to the phrase if looks could kill, they’ll be holding his funeral tomorrow.

“Not a big deal my ass, Jackson!” Gemma exclaimed, completely rebutting his attempts at defusing. “Before you went inside, I watched this happen almost every day. That was two years ago. Are you tellin’ me that’s how it’s gonna be again? –”

“ – ”

“ – ‘Coz if you think that’s in any way normal, I’m tellin’ you it’s not, and it ain’t acceptable either. You haven’t even been back for a week!” Gemma finished in one breath, ignoring his mouth that slid open during her tirade.

“You done? Can I say somethin’?” Jax demanded more than asked, not bothering to mask his annoyance.

It was times like this that had him wondering if his mom was truly one and the same person, because he was having one helluva difficult time believing this tyrant was also the same person who comforted him in the rooftop just a few nights ago. It made him remember a way, way younger version of him asking if his mom’s ability to do a three-sixty in a drop of a hat was normal. The ear-pinch that followed convinced him to never ask that again – at least when she was in hearing range.

“Look, Ma, I know it’s not normal, alright? Why d’you think I choose to stay in my dorm?”

Gemma’s arms crossed, frosty gaze still focused on him. “You tell me, sweetheart. ‘Coz last I checked, I paid half of that house as a gift to you and not to Tara!”

“So what am I s’pposed to do?” Jax asked, arms wide open. “‘Coz I don’t think havin’ her sleep in the clubhouse is the right thing to do here.”

“Then have her check in at a hotel – Jesus Christ, why is this our problem?” Gemma threw her hands up looking way beyond exasperated.

“Because she’s still my girlfriend!” Jax bellowed.

Gemma stilled for a moment and raised an eyebrow. All of a sudden a smile that looked nothing short of triumphant slowly spread on her face, hands on her hips once more “Well, I don’t care sweetheart. In my book you pay for it, it’s yours. S’your right to stay in there and not hers.”

Jax sighed, running a hand through his hair. Gemma was only saying these because she never approved of Tara. If it was any other given day, she and Luann will be preaching how they should be treating their women with more respect. But whatever. The beginning of a throbbing in his temples was a telltale sign of an unforgiving headache if this dragged any longer. He had to switch gears.

He stood up, reaching for Gemma’s shoulders. “Look, Ma, I know you’re only lookin’ out for me, and I really appreciate it. But it’s not helpin’, so why don’t you just let me handle my shit with Tara, a’ight?”

The icy chill that resurfaced on her orbs made it known to him that he should have worded it out much carefully and differently. Shit.

“ – ”

“Knock knock, doll you ready to – Oh, hey Jax,” Luann’s smile dimmed as her eyes slid between the mother-son duo. “Is everythin’ alright? Sorry, am I –”

“Everything’s fine, sweetheart,” Gemma answered, smoothly stepping out of Jax’s hold, taking the time to put a smile on her face as she flipped her bangs with the tips of her fingers.

Jax could only follow her lead, mourning the lost chance of redeeming himself. He’ll try to find it later, preferably with no bystander. No undeserving soul needed to be within Gemma’s sights when on a warpath. He finally turned to Luann, taking her in.

She was wearing fitted jeans and tucked into it was a white – or maybe silver – button down made from a shimmery, silky material. The top few buttons undone. She had a blazer on top of it, and finished the look with a pair of ankle boots. He heard about it from his mom. Apparently, the porn director had been making a fuss about her wardrobe recently, saying she needed to upgrade – whatever the hell that meant – it now that Cara Cara was said to be rising up the ranks in the industry.

But if this was upgrading, Jax had to admit it was doing her wonders.

“Hey, Lu,” Jax motioned to the newcomer with his left hand. Luann took the invitation with gusto, fitting into his side easily as he wrapped an arm around her.

“You look great,” Gemma said.

“Thanks,” Luann smiled.

“Amelia?”

Instantly Luann’s face brightened as she nodded. Jax frowned in curiosity, juggling his memory for an Amelia.

“Who’s Amelia?” he asked in surrender when he didn’t find any.

“Oh, she’s my niece. She’s good with clothes.” She explained with delight.

Jax removed his hold on Luann, crossing both arms on his chest instead as he took a step back, content to be a fly on the wall as the two women talked. With the way her eyes lit up as she proudly talked more about her niece helping with – again – the upgrading of her closet to an interested Gemma, Jax guessed this Amelia was something special to Luann.

“She’s got great taste,” Gemma hummed.

“That she does. Otto’s loving the recent changes with my outfits as well.”

“Oh right, you had your conjugal –”

Jax snorted, and maybe he should have held it in. Because in his opinion once a month was still too few a chance to get laid. Well, not that he was getting much action aside from his own hand lately. But…

Best to leave that detail unannounced.

“What?” Luann asked puzzled.

Jax shook his head. “That’s why you look fresh. You got fertilized.”

Luann’s eyes rounded. “Oh, you are such a prick,” she threw a punch out. But Jax was already anticipating it, moving on reflex he just easily sidestepped and moved out of harm’s way.

“Tell me about it. He seems to be havin’ a field day.” Gemma sassed.

“Oh, c’mon Ma –”

“Hey, Gemma –”

Jesus, was this let’s interrupt Jax day? 

They all looked to the direction of the voice, finding Chucky peeking from the door leading to the garage.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, I know we’re closed but it’s important,” he said, looking every bit as apologetic as he sounded. “Phone. Wilkins. Subaru.”

“Of course, he calls right now after I waited the whole day,” Gemma fell into step and moved to the side.

“Oh, you can transfer it here Jax and I will just –”

“Nah, it’s okay. You two just keep chattin’ I’ll take it here”

Luann turned around after Gemma disappeared. “What’s that about?”

“Nuthin’”

Luann looked at him pointedly. “Really?”

“Just you know, Gemma bein’ Gemma.”

“Hmm. How’re things at home?”

He should’ve known it was pointless to try to keep Luann at arm’s length. At certain times, the woman was just as bad as his mother when prying. Although a milder version. Thankfully.

“Tense.”

“I guess that’s what you were arguing about?”

“Yeah”

She drew an arm around him and rubbed his back. The same way his mother would. “What’s wrong sweetie?”

He shrugged. “I guess we’re just not seein’ eye to eye lately.”

Luann nodded in understanding. “Y’know, your mother doesn’t like being ignored.”

Jax snorted. “Tell me sumthin’ I don’t know.”

Luann just smiled again and shook her head. “Well, you better get ahead of that ‘coz I’m afraid that’s gonna bite you in the ass sooner than later. But what I’m sayin’ is, maybe your mom has been makin’ a point ‘bout you and Tara, but you haven’t been listening to her. I mean when was the last time you referred to Tara as your old lady?”

Jax stiffened, surprise evident on his features.

It was one of the things that often knocked on his conscience, and honestly still quite a mystery when in particular it happened. But every time he tried, the image of Lyla and Tara tending to a wounded Tig would flit in his mind. Tara with the eyes and hands of a surgeon, was methodical and precise in her approach. He remembered watching from the sides as she worked, impressed. After all if it weren’t for her skill and knowledge, they would’ve certainly needed to rush Tig to the ER. Lyla was her second pair of hands, working under her lead and supervision. She didn’t have the same expertise under her belt, but she certainly made up in instinct, and each of her movement didn’t escape Jax’s eyes – each smile, each word and each pass of her fingers coated with abundant care, grace and empathy.

He looked to Opie then, correctly predicting the proud look he had while observing his wife. Well shit, who wouldn’t be? Then his gaze drifted to his own girl. Maybe if Tara could learn to at least respect the life, she’ll be good enough to be an old lady too.

Immediately, the guilt was like a viper that slithered up his spine – swift and unrelenting.

The life they led was hard, and Jax was only on the cusp of sixteen when he discovered that while the Reaper kuttes took the frontline, much of the heavy lifting were quietly – and often unnoticed – supported by their women. Their unsung heroes. With that thought in mind, he knew it was unfair and unreasonable to ask Tara to fall in love with the kutte on the snap of a finger. But even so, that wasn’t the last time the comparisons between her and Lyla reared its ugly head. Yet he made sure he never shared it with anyone. Not even Opie and especially not Gemma – Oh shit.

Because she’s still my girlfriend.

Talk about a major slip up. To his mother most of all. Jax cringed, “You heard that?”

Luann’s brows pinched, drawing back a little. “Heard what?”

“A while ago, ain’t that what this is about?” Jax asked, now looking equally as lost as Luann.

Luann’s brows jumped to her forehead. “Oh – Christ, no. I didn’t hear anythin’ you and your mom were discussin’ a while ago. Believe me. But t’was easy to tell you two were buttin’ heads again. I guessed it’s ‘bout Tara so I just put my two cents in.” She said with a shrug.

If the open mouth was enough indication, Jax was clearly floored. So Luann took that as her cue to keep quiet, unknown to her the gesture was deeply appreciated. Because right that very moment, Jax felt as stupefied as he looked.

That his and Tara’s relationship status was an open book, was an understatement – and their readers were the whole of SAMCRO and everyone closely affiliated to it. If anyone asked, they could give a rundown of his relationship better than Jax ever could. Because what he was once so sure of, now felt like a thousand-piece puzzle, with some pieces missing. Yet in spite of this – all the noises, the questions and the doubts – he made sure to never share those and just keep them deep within his kutte.

So how, how was it that something he guarded so closely, escape him so casually, and without his knowledge?

“Oh hun,” Luann cooed, resuming the comforting rub she had on his back as she spotted the troubled look shadowing his face, “don’t beat yourself up over it. S’just my opinion and I certainly can’t speak for Tara, but maybe she’s –”

“PMSing.”

Before they knew it, Gemma was in front of them again, focused once more on the papers strewn on the top of her desk and completely oblivious to the disapproving scowl on Luann’s face and Jax’s head tilted to the side, frowning in curiosity. He’s pretty sure he’s heard that term somewhere before.

“What’s PMSing?”

Gemma’s hand froze before looking up. It was brief, but Luann saw it. And maybe Jax didn’t recognize it or maybe he wasn’t as much of an afficionado in decoding all things Gemma as she was. The comment was just offhanded – maybe even meant as a joke – but in just the flash of a second, she was confident a golden egg hatched in Gemma’s mind.

“It’s a condition common to women, comes out when we’re stressed and even hurtin’ over somethin’. You should talk to her ‘bout it. It’ll help.”

To his credit, Jax looked skeptical. But Luann could tell he knew he was in a catch 22. Because who in the club could ever classify as a decent source of PMS information?

“Right,” Jax gave a nod.

“Anyway, we’re ‘bout to head out. You want me to get you anythin’?” Gemma asked, picking up her purse and walked over to him and Luann.

“Nah. You two drive safe, alright?” Jax said, reaching out to give a kiss to his mom’s and Luann’s cheeks.

The two women walked to Luann’s car and just as the blonde, biker president was out of earshot, Luann rounded on Gemma.

“PMS really?”

“What?”

“You know what type of conversation usually occurs when you ask a raging girlfriend that. Besides I thought you agreed not to interfere in their relationship anymore.”

Gemma tsked, heading for the passenger side “’M not interferin’. I think it would do him some good actually. It’s time he learned somethin’ ‘bout the female body aside from fucking it.”

Luann shook her head, sighing as she trailed behind her shit stirring friend. Maybe there was a point to be made in that. But…

Oh well, can’t say I didn’t warn Jax.

When was the last time you referred to Tara as your old lady?

Jesus Christ! Jax sat up, running a hand down his face. 

Upon arriving at his dorm, he removed his kutte and laid down right away. But how the hell was he supposed to sleep when his mind refused to cooperate?

It didn’t help that his gut churned every single time Luann’s question resurfaced. Jax needed to sleep, otherwise he’d be a fucking zombie. He needed something to calm him down. Something mindless. A distraction.

He got up and walked out of his dorm, stalking towards their lone IT person. He was still perched on the barstool, just as he was when Jax saw him earlier.

“Hey, Juice.”

Juice looked away from the screen “Hey Jax, what’s up?”

Jax tipped his chin towards the laptop “You done soon?”

“Nah, Nero asked me to change some stuff on his site. Need sumthin’?”

“Can’t sleep thought I’d check Netflix.”

“Grab the one Chucky’s usin’. He’s still in the garage. Laptop’s in the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” Jax nodded.

“Everythin’ alright, bro?”

Jax was just about to turn around when Juice spoke. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

None of his brothers were stupid, and Juice was definitely no exception. Jax could see the doubt in his face. That he remained silent was appreciated by the club president. Juice just nodded so Jax went on to the kitchen, grabbed the laptop sitting idly on top of the table and went back to his dorm, keen to start with – hopefully – the peaceful part of his night. It didn’t take him long to fire up the beast as it was just in sleep, landing him straight to a paused video.

Curious, Jax hit play. Wonder what this weirdo’s into?

“Oh, Chucky!” A girl moaned.

Jax’s eyebrows jumped to his forehead. What the hell?

She was on a bed, only in her bra, the sheets giving a thin layer of privacy as it covered her from navel to toes. But no rocket science needed, her hand moving beneath the blanket was very straightforward.

“Jax!”

Jax turned to his door, a panting Chucky obviously in a hurry to reach him.

Jax stood up, running a hand down his face. “You let anyone see your girlfriend like this?” He scowled. Jax knew he didn’t have much leg to stand on here. It wasn’t like he was gunning for boyfriend of the year award but having your girl as a free-for-all was just a different kind of low.

“Oh, Sophie’s not my girl. I’m just a fan – subscriber.”

Having paced away from the direction of his bed, Jax paused mid-step and turned. “What?”

Chucky, collecting the laptop, halted and grinned “OnlyFans. C’mon I’ll show you.”

He seriously had no idea how he got strong-armed into this. All he wanted was a movie. And at one point, everything coming out of Chucky’s mouth was pure gibberish as he schooled him into this OnlyFans thing. His ears only perked up when Chucky started listing down the costs.

“I really think you should try it. C’mon what do you have to lose?”

His brows went to his hairline. “What do I have to lose? Whaddaya think, jackass? My money.”

Immediately Chucky recoiled like a puppy kicked in the gut. Jax’s guilt from earlier resurfaced tenfold, because really? Was this how he was gonna treat the man who went out on a limb for the club?

He sighed and waved a hand. “’M sorry Chucky, it’s just been a long ass day. And I think you’re right, I do need to try this.”

Chucky’s smile returned, megawatt. Jax hoped he wasn’t going to regret this.

“Alright, so first we need to set you up with an account. What username do you want?” Chucky tipped his head. “You can get creative, people often tend to be discreet.”

Well, I wonder why. He could only guess how it would go if Tara found out about this. Tara. Is this alright? Joining this site?

No matter the circumstances, they were still together, and Jax may admittedly have a colorful background, but cheater was one thing he didn’t want to add to that list. He rubbed a hand down his face.

“And if you’re worried about Tara, you can just stay away from the sex workers.”

Jax’s head swiveled to his left, a slow grin spreading on his face. The insightful bastard. “Yeah? So what kind d’you suggest I subscribe to?”

Chucky shrugged. “Influencers, bakers, whatever.”

In other words, things that Jax gave zero fucks about. Yeah, if this was ever unearthed, he could use those as excuses until he was blue in the face. Thing is, he wouldn’t fool even himself into believing it.

Jax almost groaned at the expectant look on Chucky’s face.

“How ‘bout you what’s your username?” He asked, stirring himself away from thoughts of his own grave. He could just give it three days then get outta there.

“Chucky,” Chucky answered.

Again, his eyebrows jumped. There was no telling if Chucky was kidding. Idiot only ever has one expression. “That’s you bein’ discreet?”

“Well, how many Chucky’s you know?”

“Fair enough. But ain’t no way I’m usin’ my own name.”

“Fair enough,” Chucky parroted, drawing an amused chuckle from the SAMCRO president. “How about Mr. Mayhem?”

Jax’s smile slid off his face. “You do know what Mr. Mayhem stands for right?”

Chucky winced. “Sorry, I thought it’d be cool. How about Reaper?”

“Basically, the same thing.”

“Right, how about – I got it!” Chucky’s fingers swept all over the keys, confident he’d thought of something Jax would like. To Chucky’s credit, as he showed the screen to a curious Jax, the blonde biker just gave a nod, impressed.

“Heh, I like it.”

It seemed fairly easy a while ago. Now left to his own devices, Jax was lost navigating this labyrinth of a site. Each damn button looked the same. And what was up with that long ass terms and conditions?

Do people really read that shit?

Jax was just about to give up when a video slid on the top of his screen. Sumthin’ like new videos? New suggestions? Both? Jax tried to recall what Chucky called them. But whatever, his attention was now drawn to the thumbprint.

It was a woman, wearing a sexy piece of lingerie. She was suspended, mid-air, hanging only by a pole, and Jax had absolutely no clue how she got there or how she managed to stay there. It looked like she was sitting, gripping the metal rod only by her thighs.

Strong thighs, he couldn’t help but notice. Her back was to the camera, with one hand idly on her hip, while the other was on the back of her blonde head, hair thrown over her left shoulder. Her head was angled slightly to the side, eyes peeking over her right shoulder, and with a smile for an invitation. She had a mask on, all lace and string. If somebody asked him right at that moment how she looked, he’d say – like a secret you want to unravel.

Unable to tear his eyes off, he clicked it. The video zoomed to the four corners of his screen and Jax’s heart hammered in anticipation. The video was dimly lit, but not of poor quality. The outline of her lithe body was still very visible. This time, as she waited for her cue, she was stood at the floor, then the chords of a familiar song, the inspiration behind her moniker were struck. Not the original, but still a tasteful choice.

She started to move and when her pace and the tempo picked up, it was like she wasn’t even dancing. It looked like she was flowing. And flying and floating – from one movement to the other, as smooth as a breeze, drifting from the floor and all over the pole in the sexiest pair of strappy heels he’s ever seen – that he wondered if there was someone behind holding her by the strings.

The way she moved – hypnotic. Magnetic. Alluring.

So when the prompt for a subscription came up, halting the current video, it was a no-brainer.

“The demarcation between different levels within the fashion market is becoming ever complicated and –”

Buzz.

Drawing a small line on the sentence, Amelia paused and welcomed the much-needed break from her reading. She adjusted her glasses and tapped her phone to life.

Meet your new fan…

Her eyebrows lifted along with the corners of her mouth.

MrPresident. Heh, that’s cute.

A/N: And I’ve been hit with another delay. But here’s chapter three with Amelia and Jax finally (unknowingly) meeting. 

I did as much research as I could for OnlyFans. But I’m not a creator nor a subscriber for the site. I tried to make it as authentic as possible, but if anyone reading this who has been on the site find anything inaccurate, I apologize and I hope it won’t be too much of a bother. 

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[fictionalboyfriends]

Easy, Killer (NSFW) Happy X OC

Imagine being friends with a croweater and going to a club party with her. She points out that one of the members is eye-fucking you the entire night.

Words: 3,357

Rating: M for mature / NSFW (smut... like, a lot)

Pairing: Happy X Fem!OC (Morgan)

"Man, you are one lucky little bitch." Skylar remarked with a smirk and a swig of beer, chuckling when Morgan's head snapped in her direction as she adjusted her breasts. "What are you talking about?" She went to take a sip of her own beer as she turned her attention to her skirt, hiking it up farther and making Morgan roll her eyes internally at her.

She'd known her since middle school and shared an apartment together in Charming when college didn't work out for either of them. Of course, most of Skylar's nights she was at the Son's clubhouse; letting whatever horny puppy she found guide her into their room. If Morgan remembered correctly, the mutt's name was Kozik this month.

Back when Skylar first started becoming a croweater she had no idea what she was getting herself into, being involved with her. With Charming being such a small town, she'd of course heard of them through the sex-demonized-lenses of the locals. But it quickly became apparent that Morgan wouldn't be dragged into anything, so long as she kept her nose clean and her legs closed.

The whole thing didn't really bother her; so long as she was able to pay rent and financially support herself. Who cared if she had a hobby? She wasn't stupid; she always kept condoms on her, took birth control, and got checked for STD's and STI's constantly.

Skylar moved her eyes from Morgan, to the corner of the bar; signaling for her to glance over. With a tired sigh, she looked over, searching for what she had picked out so expertly in the crowd of people around them. Her eyes landed on the table full of bikers, her gaze stopping on a bald man with a toothpick between his teeth. He rolled it across his tongue as his eyes worked their way along her body shamelessly; stopping momentarily to appreciate the low neckline of the shirt she had borrowed from Skylar... rather, the shirt she had forced her to wear, specifically because it was two sizes too small and 'make your breasts look amazing'.

"That's one Daddy I haven't been able to bag." She smirked, impressed that he was even looking at her the way he was, given his history of staying away from most croweaters. Morgan sniggered, looking to the table as she felt her face warm up.

"Fix your top, let the girls out! If I can't get him, you sure as hell should try!" She encouraged, pushing her chest out in example and moving to do it herself when she didn't listen to her. "Okay, okay!" she chuckled, slapping her hands away from her breasts as she moved the neckline farther down, revealing the lace edging of the bra underneath.

She glanced over to him again, looking at him through her fake eyelashes as she arched her back slightly inward, feeling the shirt ride up her waist and settle just below her rib cage. His face was unchanging; his jaw set harshly as he rolled the toothpick again, his head moving to one side as his eyes pierced through her, slowly appreciating her adjustments.

"That hot piece of ass, is Happy." Sky informed with a lustful sigh, tilting her head slightly towards Morgan as she snorted, the name snapping her back to her friend.

"Happy?" She asked, turning to her with a smirk and stifling a chuckle. She cocked a brow to her, her lips curling before she continued. "Look, I don't ask any questions outside the realm of 'Where do you want me to bend over?' okay? Yes. His name is Happy. Happy Lowman." She snapped back in a stern tone, softening again as she said his name. Morgan chuckled at the name, not expecting something so lighthearted for someone like him.

"Of course, most of the people who knew him during his nomad days just refer to him as the 'Tacoma Killer'." She added with an unimportant wave of her hand, throwing back the last of her beer. Morgan stole a quick glance towards him, thinking that suited him more as she realized he hadn't moved an inch.

"I bet he's into some really kinky shit. I could totally picture him marking me and choking me while he pounds into me. Betcha he knows a thing or two about ropes and cuffs." She held her tongue between her teeth, looking over at him and laughing as her friend slapped her arm, not being able to hold in her laughter. "Oh my god. Sky, stop!" Morgan chuckled, her stomach going slightly warm as she felt the alcohol move right through her. Skylar looked to the corner of the bar again, this time grinning when she looked back at her.

"He still looking?" Morgan asked, not wanting to follow her line of sight, but feeling his gaze on her as she looked again. "Dude. He's practically fucking you right on this table with his eyes... You think he'll gag you?" She answered, humping the air and covering her mouth as she moaned exaggeratedly. Morgan slapped her arm in response, unable to answer her as she laughed and realized how quickly her three drinks had passed through her.

"Oh god... I need to take a piss... watch my beer." She chuckled, standing and heading towards the bathroom, weaving around the intertwined bodies in the bar, and trying to ignore the sex around her.

Morgan opened the door to go back to Skylar, throwing the paper towel into the garbage and not paying attention as she walked out, smacking straight into a wall... a wall... covered in... leather...?

"Shit, sorry. Wasn't paying attention." She apologized, recognizing the patches on the chest of his kutte, and glancing up to see which member she had tried walking through.

His dark eyes stared back down at her as his hand came to his lips to remove the toothpick. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized him, his eyes tracing the curves of her body hungrily; like he was in the corner of the bar. He pushed the door behind her open, standing to the side to let her go. She was about to, when a thought crossed her mind.

W.W.S.D? : What would Skylar do?

Morgan took a step back into the bathroom, a mischievous smile playing with her lips as he cocked a brow. Her stomach set ablaze as she realized what she had initiated: public sex with a murderer. He took a step towards her. She took half a step back, minimizing the space between them as he closed the door behind him. The metallic click of the lock sent a tingling sensation through her as she wondered what her lust had dragged her into.

"Think you can do half as much as your eyes promise?" She teased uneasily, putting a shaky hand on her hip as he brought a hand to the opposite side of her waist. Her hands moved to his chest as he closed the gap between them, his free hand delicately holding her chin with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in slowly, very close, until he was about to touch her lips.

"Only if you're willing, Mami."

Her neck stretched towards him, pressing her chest into his as her arms snaked around his neck. She was surprised at how gentle he was as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him until she was pressed against him fully. He kissed her bottom lip, the bridge of his nose grazing hers as he lightly nibbled, one of his hands snaking under her shirt and tracing circles into her stomach.

She gasped lightly as one of his hands squeezed her ass, pushing her hips into his. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, groaning softly into it as she moved against him again. He gripped her breast over the thin padding of her bra as he moved down her, his free arm scooping her up and pressing her back against the door as her legs wrapped around him. Her arms tightened around him as she let out a small yelp at his sudden action.

"Easy, Killer." She murmured without thinking, quickly shutting her mouth when she realized what she had said. Her face flushed, afraid of how he'd react. She heard a chuckle at her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive area as he sucked on it, instantly relaxing her. His arm pulled her hips closer to his as he ground them into her, his other hand wedging under her bra to tease her breast. Her hand went to the back of his head as he bit her neck a little harder, growling softly as she gasped. She moaned as she tilted her head back into the door.

Apparently satisfied with her response, he trailed his tongue down her chest, his hand snaking out of her bra and moving to push her shirt up. He moved his hands to hook behind her knees as she took the fabric into her hands, pulling it over her head and throwing it behind him as he latched his mouth onto her again.

He held her tight against him as he moved her away from the door, placing her delicately onto the counter of the sink before allowing his hands to roam her body. His teeth tugged at the sensitive area on her throat as her hands trailed down his chest and slipped her fingers under his shirt, tracing the muscles on his lower stomach. He pushed on the small of her back, moving her closer to him and unhooking her bra with his free hand. His lips traced a line up her neck, stopping to ghost her jaw as he growled into her ear in approval when she stroked him through his jeans. His fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of her pants before he set his hands on the counter on either side of her thighs. Her bra slipped from her shoulders as she waited.

"Bend over." His voice was deep and gravely, sending shivers up her spine as his teeth raked roughly along her bottom lip. She slipped off the edge of the counter obediently without a word; their lips nearly touching, they were so close.

She turned slowly, resting her elbows on the counter and quickly glancing into the mirror in front of her. He looked down at her ass hungrily, his hands moving along it and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans to pull them down. A hand went between her thighs, lightly pushing them apart as the other traveled up her torso.

He planted a kiss between her shoulders as he traced a soft line along the length of her panties, his other hand taking her breast and rolling the flesh. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a hum escaping her lips as his fingers pinched her nipple. The hand at her panties disappeared momentarily, and she was about to open her eyes to find where it had gone; when it slapped her ass, making an audible smack and leaving a sweet sting.

She let out a small yelp, making him chuckle as he slapped it again. This time he squeezed and held it for a moment before sliding his hand up her thigh. He kissed the back of her neck as he traced her slit over her panties, making her breathe a bit heavier now as he rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at her in the mirror. He pressed his hips against her as he turned to whisper in her ear, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric, and pushing into her folds.

"Nice an' wet for me already?" A deep, rumbly chuckle. "Good girl."

Morgan whimpered as he pulled her nipple harshly, his other hand moving one of its fingers to tease her entrance. A small gasp left her as he wiggled it inside her, his thumb lightly brushing her clit as she moaned. "Happy..." She breathed, closing her eyes as he moved it back and forth. He growled behind her.

"That's not what you call me, Mami..." He whispered huskily, suddenly curling his finger up and ripping a moan from her. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes again, looking at him in the mirror. He was still turned towards her, hunched over her as his teeth teased her right shoulder, his hips pressed against her left thigh.

"What do I call you?" She murmured, his thumb diving deeper into her to better stimulate her clit, forcing her eyes shut again as she sucked in a quick breath. She felt him smirk against her as he nuzzled into her neck. "You got it right the first time..." He glanced at her again, watching her reaction as he squeezed her breast and pushed in another finger. "Killer..!" She moaned as his fingers curled and wiggled, her head hanging and pulling close to her chest as she shuddered.

"Good girl..." He praised again, easing up and slowing his pace as he pumped his fingers inside her. She whimpered lightly as her breathing settled, shifting slightly to try and rub her ass against his crotch. She heared a deep chuckle close to her neck as his lips ran up it to whisper in her ear.

"You want this cock, baby girl?" He hummed, grinding it into her and letting her feel how hard he was. She hummed back before responding, looking at him in the mirror. "Please, Killer..." She gasped, moving against him again as he thrust his fingers into her harshly with a smirk.

"I can't hear you, girl." He teased as he gripped her breast, making her stand up and lean into his chest. One of her hands went to the back of his neck as his thumb circled her clit.

"I want your cock, Killer..! Please!" She moaned, her head tilting back and resting on his shoulder as he grinned at her reflection. Morgan's eyes closed as she whimpered at the loss of his hands, but they quickly shot open when she heard the ripping of fabric.

Her panties were in shreds by the time she looked behind her, the small pieces of them balled up into his hands. She leaned towards the sink now as he threw them to the ground, his hands going to his jeans as she shook her ass a little for him. He gave it a smack as his fly came down, a smirk spreading across his lips as she bit her bottom lip and shook it again, teasing him as he slipped a condom on. He gripped her hip with one hand, pushing her knees apart with one of his as he rubbed himself along her slit.

Her eyes fluttered as he pushed inside her, gripping the edges of the counter as she let out a breathy moan. She pushed him into her even more as she arched into him. He grunted above her as his hands gripped her a bit harder, reminding her who was in control as he thrust into her. Her head hung close to her chest as he pounded into her; his pace slow, but his thrusts powerful. It knocked the breath from her every time he slammed into her. She moaned as she rocked with him, wishing he would at the very least do something with one of his hands as her skin ached to be touched.

Her head jerked up as he gripped her throat, pulling her up and forcing her to straighten her back a little. He bent close to her, his pace quickening as his mouth went to her neck. "Killer..!" She groaned as he sucked and bit just below her ear, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to pull her attention to him. His hand at her hip moved up her stomach to grip her breast, rolling her nipple as he growled into her ear.

She shivered at his touch as she heard him groan, leaning his head on her shoulder as his thrusts grew erratic. His hand slid from her breast, and up to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers happily, moaning as he jerked back lightly on her throat before sliding his hand down her body. Her hips jerked as his fingers quickly found her clit, circling it quickly as he pounded his cock deeper into her. The hand at her throat left then, quickly appearing at her thigh as it held it up onto the counter, opening her legs farther and allowing him easy access to her sweet spot.

"Killer, I-" She groaned as she felt her thighs tighten, the heat in her stomach building as he bit harshly into her neck. He sucked lightly on the area before groaning back to her. "Come for me, baby girl."

He swore under his breath as she tightened around him, moaning loudly as her hips bucked in his hands. He buried his face into her neck as she cried his name, one of her hands shooting to the back of his head as he groaned into her. Her chest heaved as he thrust into her a few more times, going deep and slow as he did so, making her jerk and hold into him tighter every time.

"Good girl..." He breathed, chuckling tiredly as he rested his head against Morgan's, catching his breath as he slid out of her. He held her steady as he set her leg down, supporting her as her legs had gone weak. After allowing some time for the feeling to return to her legs, he zipped up his jeans and turned towards the door.

Morgan smiled to herself, closing her eyes and running a hand through her dark hair as she shook her head at her current situation. She jumped a little as she felt his hands at her ankles, not expecting him to still be there. She glanced down at him, wondering if he wasn't done with her and asking herself if she was ready for him if that were the case.

His eyes stayed on her panties in his hands as he helped her into what was left of them, pulling them up her thighs and lightly grazing his fingers back down them as he went to get her jeans from the other side of the room.

She picked up her bra as he turned the fabric right side out. She hopped up onto the sink counter, and looped her arms through her bra as he lined her legs up with her jeans.

"You're not what I expected, Killer." She commented light heartedly, smirking at him as she hooked her bra. His eyes quickly flicked up to her before focusing back to the fabric in his hands, a small smile on his lips as he pulled her jeans up. She slid off the counter so he could fully pull them onto her, her breath catching as he kissed her stomach lightly, setting a trail of soft kisses up between her breasts and along her throat as his fingers worked her zipper and button. She was nearly out of breath as his lips ghosted hers, one of her hands lightly touching his stomach as her neck stretched towards him. His hands rested on her hips as he placed the most delicate kiss she'd ever experienced against her lips.

"See ya around, Mami." He chuckled as she moved towards him before sticking his tongue in her mouth, his lips pushing against hers harshly before pulling back. He turned to smile at her before unlocking the bathroom door and slipping back out into the bar.

Skylar practically squealed with delight as she saw Morgan exit the same bathroom shortly after Happy. The only time she stopped begging her to tell her what happened was when Kozik approached her with a hungry smile.

She couldn't help but notice how Happy was still eye-fucking her from across the room; only this time he did it with a smirk on his lips, almost daring her to do the same.

[kittenofanarchy]

Camp 2018 Pt. 1

I had never thought that I would be in a situation where I would have to take care of a kid. Well I suppose she isn’t a kid at all really, she turned fifteen a few weeks ago according to the letter that I received. Caleb Anders was a name that I never thought I would hear ever again, at least not after I was discharged from the Marines. He sent me a letter asking me to look out for his younger sister. She had had a rough life from what his letter told me, she also didn’t know that he was no longer coming home.

Koz,

I don’t want to send this letter if I am honest with myself, but I have too. I had to have one of the guys send it as it is. I was injured by a landmine and won’t be making it home. Eden is my world, I have been caring for her since I was eighteen, she isn’t old enough to care for herself. When I joined the Marines, I told her that when I came home I would really care for her. We would have a home and everything, but that won’t be happening. And I am sorry for that. I need to know that you will be able to help her before I go. I want her to be happy, live a good life, have everything that she never had before. I know I can trust you to keep her safe. Please care for her. She needs someone to go to bat for her.

She is fifteen, she hasn’t had it easy let me tell you brother. Our dad left early on, pretty sure he overdosed at some point, but he isn’t around. Ma’ was an addict as well and I tried to take her with me when I moved out, but the Marines had other plans for me. Ma’ let it get so bad that child protective services took her at thirteen. She lasted in a foster home for a few months before leaving. I heard from her about a month later was told she was alright and was safe. I told her that so long as she was safe then I was ok with it. I hear from her every few weeks. She’s scrappy, she will run, she will fight if given a reason. Please try to keep her safe.

I am sending my tags with this letter; will you tell her that I am not coming home? They won’t be able to find her to tell her.

Thank you, brother. You will find her somewhere around Tacoma’s club scene. That’s the last place she told me she was.

Caleb.

So here I was, sitting outside some sleazy club waiting for a fifteen-year-old to appear. I didn’t know what she did for the club or what she did to get into the club, but I was waiting. She would appear eventually, and I would be ready. I would hopefully be ready to care for someone full time that wasn’t myself.

It took three hours before I saw her, she was being thrown out of the club. “If you can’t make the money bitch I won’t be paying you anymore!” Some security dude had thrown her to the ground, and who I can guess was the owner came out the door. She was dressed in almost nothing, her bag was thrown at her after.

“Mathew! I can. That guy just got handsy, I wasn’t paid enough for that shit. I’m sorry. I can do better” she said, standing up. The guy marched over to her, wrapping his hands around her throat and pushing her to the wall.

“You do whatever they want. I won’t tell you again.” He shoved her to the ground. I decided to step in now. This was the girl I was supposed to protect. Her brother wanted her safe so I would keep her safe.  

“Hey! Leave her be!” I yelled. Pulling my gun from my waist band, holding it at an angle showing that I wasn’t joking.

“She’s my whore. I can do what I want. Gerard teach her a lesson” The man, Matthew said.

“Not anymore.” I told him. He obviously took a second to see who I was. The Sons ran the town and we weren’t worth the fight that he would have to deal with.

“Fine you want her. Have her. Just don’t ever want to see her around here again. Next time won’t be as pretty.” He went inside after that. Along with his security dude. I had no doubt that they would kill her the next time she came around here.

“Hey Eden. My names Kozik. Your brother sent me.” I told her, turning to face her.

“My brother is in Afghanistan and I don’t need a babysitter. Been just fine on my own.” She huffed lifting her head up to look at me. She was short, though I wouldn’t be able to guess for sure until she stood up, with striking blue eyes that I knew she shared with her brother. And dyed black hair, I was betting she shared the blonde her brother had but wouldn’t know for sure until I saw it.

“Look can we go talk somewhere, I can explain what is going on. Maybe get you some food, and warm you up.” She was still sitting on the ground.  

“Where?” she questioned gathering her bag and standing up, eying me with suspicion as if I hadn’t just saved her from getting the shit beat out of her. I was right she was short, maybe five feet tall compared to my 6’1.

“Well I know a place that isn’t super busy this time of night and has booths that aren’t exactly the most open.” I told her. The Sons would do business there from time to time because of how quiet and private the place was.

“Fine. Just know I don’t trust you.” She was wearing very little if I was honest with myself. Really looking at her. She was wearing shorts that I wouldn’t really consider shorts, a super tight crop top, no shoes.

“Do you have anything else to put on?” I questioned. First for bike safety and second, she had to be cold, I also wasn’t comfortable with my buddies’ kid sister dressed like that. She was shivering a bit. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a pair of converse sneakers, and a sweater.

“This is it” she said putting them on.

“That’s a bit better. I won’t lie the ride will be cold, but I will buy you something warm to drink when we get to the diner.”

“Sounds good to me. Been a bit since I had warm food.” She wasn’t afraid of the bike which I was happy to find out. I didn’t exactly own a car anyways. The bike gave me freedom and the club didn’t exactly have time to ride in cages most of the time anyways.

Getting to the diner took only twenty minutes which was good because I could feel her shaking on the back of the bike. “You alright?” I asked, she had a tinge of blue on her lips. She was a small thing, a ride like that would surely affect her more than a normal person, or someone used to the wind on a bike.

“Just cold” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.

[pinktacofury]

Who’s the kid?

Heya guys and gals, on a SOA kick here, mind is racing and my fingers are  flying over the keyboard. Y’all know you can send me Requests right? Just about any request about just about anything haha... If I haven’t seen it I will watch it, Lurv PTF.

Warnings- Language, mentions of abuse, mentions of neglect, angry Happy, some blood, violence.

Summary- A barely breathing girl shows up at Teller Morrow, she’s deathly thin, has a bad attitude and the spitting image of her father who learns that she’s been alone nearly her whole life.

A/n- As always guys I only own my OC, none of the people, places, things, gifs or images in this imagine are mine.

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     Gemma had been walking out to her car when she found the young girl laying in the parking lot, face down on the burning pavement, in a panic she picked up the little woman and carried her into the Club screaming at the top of her lungs the whole way for the guys to get out of church and help her. The girl remained completely still, barely breathing as the guys ran in guns drawn and shouting, it was almost like a wave of shock crossing all of their faces as they took note of the girl lying on the pool table, jaws fell open one at a time moving through the line of men as guns fell to their sides the clicking of safety’s ringing through the now silent room. A Doctor from another charter was called in, money was wired for a flight within the hour ensuring the girl would get help soon.

“I fucking told you...” The little woman growled as she came up swinging, ignoring the IV in her arm evident by the way the bag ripped out of Half Sacks hands, he had been holding it up for quite some time, her fist connected with the first face she saw, which just so happened to be Tig’s.

“Easy kid, lay back down alright? You’re safe.” Clay stated pushing the girl gently back by the shoulders onto the pool table, as the girl blinked up at him she let out a low string of curses, shocking everyone in the room.

“I need to find Happy Lowman.... in my pocket, papers.” She murmured as she looked around the room taking in all the new faces, she growled softly as the doctor reached down to check the IV line in her arm. He backed up a little murmuring to her softly as Gemma dug in the girls pockets pulling out a severely worn piece of paper, pulling it open she let out an audible gasp handing it to Happy who looked like he had seen a ghost, he paled instantly, Jax looked over his shoulder pulling the man into a tight embrace as the man broke looking at the severely neglected girl on the pool table..... His daughter.

“Guys.... I think she just growled at me....” One of the prospects murmured as he walked back to the back of the room with an empty plate in his hands, where the guys were all gathered watching the little woman devour yet another meal.

“Did you touch the plate?” Jax asked as he motioned towards the plate the little woman huddled over shoveling the food in, Clay had touched the very edge of the plate accidentally and she had practically snapped at him.

“Who knows how long it’s been since she’s had a decent meal man, I should have known that bitch was up to something when she took off.” Happy growled as he made his way over to the girl. “How long has it been since you ate a decent meal?” He asked her as he kept his distance from the plate she huddled over.

“Since I was six I guess, been alone since then.” She started looking a little less pale, her deep blue eyes had a little shine to them as she looked over at him from above the rim of the glass she was drinking heavily from.

“Wanna tell me your story?” He asked as he refilled the empty Gatorade glass the girl held in her hands, Gemma fussed over the little woman and Happy waved her away sensing the girl needed a bit of space.

“Don’t know how I made it to six years old, Ma was a druggie, heavily into Ice, spent her every last cent on the shit. I met a kid who introduced me to his family, they showed me how to live without the bitch, eventually they moved away and I was left with what they taught me. Where I am from expired food is fed to the pigs, slim pickings for people like me.” She muttered pushing away her plate and rubbing her stomach looking a little less feral.

“How old are you?” He asked tilting his head at the woman who looked exactly like he did when he was younger only she was quite feminine even if she looked like a skin covered skeleton.

“Twenty this year I think. Been awhile since I’ve had the freedom to think about birthdays.... Came back to let you know she’s dead, only I couldn’t find any good free eats and ended up missing the door.” She muttered leaning back in the chair, Clay approached her slowly, attempting to be as non threatening as he could be considering his size and overly manly jaw line.

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“Ozone, you out of the shower yet? Gemma’s got you some clothes!” Zo shook her head slightly as she let her long white hair fall past her shoulders, the wash and meal had done wonders for the volume but it wouldn’t do any good for the unhealthy color.

“Shit, give me a minute would ya?” Wrapping the too big towel twice around her body as she made her way to the door, the towel itself could have been a dress, she was small, very small, she looked like she could have been a pre teen. As a result of the way she had lived she never grew any taller than five foot one, though she had put on a good amount of weight since she had moved in with her father.

     Zo bounced around the clubhouse laughing with the guys as she was occasionally asked to dance, she found she liked to dance, she liked to party and most of all she loved attention. The guys had all set up like a huge family of brothers around her making sure she was safe and happy, her father was protective and grumbly but she adored it.

“Look at this slut, she’s got all these men pining after her..... what a whore.” One of the croweaters muttered behind her, likely thinking Zo couldn’t hear, before any of the guys could react Ozone had the woman on the ground pounding her face into the cement floor as she hissed threats into the bawling woman’s ear.

    Pulled up from the floor by three pairs of arms Zo fought to get to the woman once more, grunts and growls accompanied her struggles which only halted when her father came into view shaking his head as he motioned for the prospects to take the bleeding woman and her crew and escort them off the premises while properly threatening them.

“Bitch didn’t quite get the pounding she came for.” Zo hissed as the guys let her go, gently setting her feet back on the ground when the woman was out of sight, if it weren’t for the situation the guys would have laughed.... Tig however lost his shit and let out a bellow of laughter eventually ending in him wheezing out laughs irregularly, breathing like a retarded dragon.

“Ozone you can’t just go beating the shit out of people just because they talked shit.” Happy sighed taking the stance of a disappointed parent, though deep down he was rather proud of his scrappy, foul mouthed daughter... she was definitely his kid.

“Don’t see why not....” She grumbled as she turned away heading towards the bar where she found Tig waiting with a shot in hand and a grin on his face, Happy stood beside a shocked Kozik who wasn’t quite sure how to take the little temperamental woman.

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     As time went on Ozone eventually got better with people, though she still occasionally growled when people touched her plate, she couldn’t stand crow eaters of sweet butts which resulted in quite a few fights which she never lost. Clay put her in the ring more often than not to help vent her anger though it only made her better at beating bitches who wouldn’t leave her alone.... eventually Kozik took an interest in Ozone, when they were together she seemed almost tame.... except of course when the club, her man or her father were threatened. Tig liked to shout ‘UNLEASH THE BEAST’ when shit went south and Ozone lost her cool. Ozone adopted an abused pit bull named Duke who ,like Kozik, followed her everywhere even inside the clubhouse, the men in her life were good for her, for the first time in her life she was loved, safe and fed.... the last part was important. Clay made jokes about food being the only way to win her heart, though it was mostly true she still wouldn’t eat anything not made from animals and god help the poor soul who showed the woman a veggie. Her family had her back and she had theirs, no matter what they did. Life was good for Ozone, for the first time ever, her life was going exactly how she dreamed it would.

[abbatoirablaze]

The Teller Morrow Tragedy Master List

The Prequel (Completed) ✔

Everything that takes place before season 1--Main female o/c's will be Alicia Morrow, with the eventual add-ins of both Melissa Teller and Amanda Morrow.

Features: Jax Teller, Chibs, Kozik, Happy, and Juice.

Season 1 (Completed) ✔

Everything that takes place in season 1 of Sons Of Anarchy. Main focus is on Amanda and Alicia Morrow.

Features: Jax Teller, Chibs, Happy, and Juice

Season 2 (Completed) ✔️

Everything that takes place in season 2 of Sons of Anarchy. Main focus is around Gemma Teller, Amanda Morrow, and Jax Teller. Features: Juice, Chibs, Clay, and Tig.

Season 3

Takes place between episodes 8 through 14. Main focus is around Amanda Morrow, Mikayla Teller, and Savanna Lin.

[idorkish]

Fly Away - Chapter 6

A/N - Hints of smut, some angst, smoking. Tried something different with POV. Sorry for how late this was posted LOL If your name is struck out, it means that I could not tag you in this. 

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Angel’s POV-----------

The universe always seems to know what you want the most and dangle it in front of your face before cruelly snatching it away. It is a sadistic entity that thoroughly enjoys snatching away hopes of happiness from you. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m just paying for all the bad done in my and my father’s life so far. Or maybe I’m just being melodramatic because it’s been over three months since I last got laid. Our last gig was also about three months ago, I wonder if there’s any correlation. 

Coming back from the gig, everything seemed to be going well. I was legit happy. I heard more and more from Precious and she brought little Tiki to come up and see me a couple of times. There were no lockdowns that forced me to miss class and work. I was making decent tips at the coffee shop from all the old grandma and grandpa regulars. I got to see Herman a few times, away from the prying eyes of the club. It. was. Fantastic. Until it wasn’t. 

I should have seen it coming. 

I learned that Happy was finally putting his Nomad streak to rest, in favor of coming to Tacoma. Bambi was a little hellion back in Charming, giving Jax and Opie a run for their money. I swear, she’s gonna whip that club into shape one day. This should have made me ecstatic, and for a brief moment of time, it did. 

I don’t know what I thought, I knew Herman and I weren’t serious. There would be no “happily ever after” or riding off into the sunset. He’s a Son and I’m the daughter of a Son. There is no mixing of the two. I at least thought we’d keep on good terms. I was not expecting such a cold shoulder from the man anytime we were in the same room. 

I didn’t think much of it at first. I hadn’t been to the clubhouse in a while and felt like I was ignoring everyone. Granted, I had reached out to SAMCRO multiple times, hoping to get some updates on how everyone was doing. All I was met with was vague responses. SAMTAC was no better. 

 Herman and Happy had become inseparable. Part of me wondered if he was back to his old ways or if Herman was using Happy’s presence as a way to keep away from me. The gig had been our first and last time together. I couldn’t help but take this personally, how else was I supposed to take it? 

 I decided it was time to visit the clubhouse once again. I figured it would be nice to take them all some treats from the shop, as well as some actual good coffee. Johnny had said he would tag along but it felt like I needed to see them on my own. I didn’t realize that they were having a party and for the first time in my life around this club, I felt like an outsider. I found Lorca and made my way towards him, handing off the sweets and coffee. I knew it was unwise, he was going to eat all of it before anyone else, but what the hell. Darla was busy making her way through the crowd and entertaining everyone and no one seemed to notice that I was there. 

“What’s all this?”

I had barely taken my eye off Lorca so when I turned back to see the crumbs covering his mouth and chin, I couldn’t help but break out in laughter. He attempted to wipe it with his arm, but it only made things worse as the icing spread across his face and beard more. 

“Patch party. Prospect got voted in the other day so, well, what ya see here! I thought Kozik told you about it? He told us you were busy working or some shit.”

For a brief moment, I was stunned but I turned to Lorca and smiled, “That’s right! I got off early tonight. Forgot all about this! Let me make my rounds!”

I felt like I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. I’m not sure how I was able to do it but I went almost unavoided for an hour after getting there. Staying at the bar, I nursed my beer and watched the scene before me. 

Darla was still making her way around, constantly getting pulled around by different members to talk to her. Lorca was off to the other side of the bar, still eating the treats and drinking the coffee. The rest of the men were scattered around the clubhouse with random croweaters swarming around them. The no-longer Prospect was in the middle of the largest group, laughing loudly as he told an animated story. Staring from the bar, it was such an interesting sight to me. I had grown up with this and the sights, smells, and noises made me feel like I was home. But there was still a feeling like being an outsider. I know I will never be fully part of the lifestyle, and I have been ok with this for as long as I can remember. 

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The door to the clubhouse opened and two laughing figures made their way through. Angel turned her eyes and watched as two men came through, their arms wrapped around women in short-shorts and barely-there-tops. Angel took a long swig of her beer as she realized that it was Happy and Herman making their way inside. The girl wrapped in Herman’s arms turned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down. Angel clenched the bottle and she watched him lower his head to this other woman. It told her exactly what she needed to know. 

Angel finished up her beer and made her way toward Darla. “Momma D!” She called out. 

The older woman turned her head and smiled wide. “My sweet baby girl, when did you get here?” 

She waved her hands for Angel to come closer and then wrapped her arms tightly around her. “I wasn’t expecting you! I thought you were working tonight?”

Angel shrugged and gave the older woman a smile. “I got here not too long ago. There was a change in my schedule so I brought some treats and coffee but Lorca got to me first.”

Darla laughed but never let her arms fall from Angel’s waist. Instead, she ushered Angel around with her, making sure to stop by the various broken off groups to chat before making their way to the next. 

It wasn’t long before Angel forgot the brief moments of hurt. She was finally having a good time reconnecting with the men and women she counted as family. Angel was sitting on a stool near the pool table, joking with those playing. An arm wrapped around her shoulder and Angel briefly froze. 

“Staying away from me kiddo?” The gruff voice let Angel relax as she smiled and leaned against the slim body next to her. 

“Heya Uncle Hap.  Course I’m not! I’ve been here while you’ve been fooling around with them crows.” Her voice was teasing and caused Happy to chuckle as he squeezed her shoulder. 

Angel felt content to lean against Happy as everyone made their way over to talk to Happy.. She felt so content she didn’t realize eyes glancing her way. In her gut, she knew who it was consistently looking her way, but being with the closest thing to home was enough for Angel not to care for the moment. It helped that Happy kept his arm slung around her shoulder and kept her close. Angel knew it would be weird for a lot of them to see Happy showing as much affection as he was, but the more veteran club members understood - SAMCRO was more than a club, it was a family. Happy had watched Angel grow, he was also the only connection to Bambi and the others at this moment. 

The No-longer-a-prospect came over and Angel did her best to stop the roll of her eyes. The last time she had seen him, he was trying so hard to get into her pants and Kozik and made him go away. “Happy! Nice to see you again man. Who’s your friend here?”

Angel turned and stared up at the man, “Not interested and off-limits. I’m gonna go see if Darla needs help, Hap.” 

She left as quickly as she could and made her way towards the clubhouse kitchen. It would be the only place that no one would be in and she would be able to breath for a moment. Pushing open the door, the last thing Angel expected to see was Herman leaning back against the counter, his eyes closed and head thrown back and his hands guided a kneeling brunette’s head back and forth on his cock. Angel watched for a moment, shocked, before muttering a quick ‘sorry’ and heading back to the main room and continuing out the front door. 

The cool air was a nice relief for Angel. She leaned back against the hood of her car and fished out a smoke. She normally wasn’t one to smoke but it was becoming more of a common habit that she wasn’t fond of. Pulling a drag of nicotine calmed her frazzled nerves. Logically, she knew she shouldn’t be mad. They hooked up a couple times, they weren’t anything else. But she couldn’t help it, she was pissed. She was also horny as hell, which made her even more pissed off. There was something about watching him be pleasured that did something to her. She didn’t have long to keep thinking about it as she watched Happy walk her way. 

“Since when do you smoke?” 

Angel couldn’t help but laugh at the face he was making. It had been a while since she had really seen anyone, she had forgotten they didn’t know of the habit. “Eh, the diner gets me stressed. Still kinda a new habit. Don’t look so shocked. Y'all smoked all the time. You should be more surprised that it’s taken me this long.”

Happy shrugged and took the cig from her hand, taking a long drag for himself. “Still weird. Keep forgetting how grown you got while away. What happened there?” 

Angel tilted her head and cocked her brow. She wanted to be nonchalant and try to keep the real reason to herself. “Saw things I wish I hadn’t. I keep forgetting how nasty y’all start getting and don’t care about a thing called privacy when in the clubhouse.”

Happy just laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and placing a kiss to her temple before handing back the cigarette. “Let me know if douche bothers you again. Member or not, you’re off limits. He knows better. Plus they all know you got someone. When do I get to meet this “Johnny”?”

Angel only laughed and leaned further into Happy’s arms. “I love you Hap.”

The man chuckled and held her tighter as they stayed outside smoking their cigarettes, both blissfully unaware of being watched. 

[theemoonandstars]

Sons of Anarchy

Back at it again with yet another search. I’m looking for a sons of anarchy roleplay. I’m on season five (no spoilers) of the show and working my way through it. I’m semi lit to literate but I’ll work to match the reply lengths of my partner the best I can, I’m free most of the time so replies will be somewhat quick but obviously not all of the time. Please don’t harass me to reply but if it’s been like a week shoot me a reminder obviously

For the actual role I’m looking for something set in the earlier seasons preferably. I have a few roles in mind for a character of mine against a few of the sons, I am willing to double up for this. I’m searching for someone to play as either Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Chiba Telford or Herman Kozik. I don’t mind playing anyone for you but the only character I won’t play is Clay Morrow

I roleplay on tumblr and on Discord I don’t mind where you’d like to roleplay I’m fine with either. Interact with this post anyway and I’ll reach out to you. If you would like my discord shoot me a message and I’ll give it to you. Look forward to hearing from you :)

[drabbles-mc]

Hiii!

What are your top 3 favorite Mayans and SOA fics you've written? VS What are your top 3 readers' favorite Mayans and SOA fics you've written? 👀

Omg first of all, kissing you for this ask 😘🥰

Second of all, my top three faves for:

Sons of Anarchy:

- When You Love It (Happy Lowman & OC Diedra Lowman)

- Return Trip (Herman Kozik x OC Tawnie Trager)

- 5 Times He Almost Kissed You And 1 Time He Did (Juice Ortiz x F!Reader)

(i almost did one of my Jax & Di fics but I figured I would switch it up a little bit 😂😂😂)

Mayans MC:

- Protective Detail (Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader)

- You Should Probably Leave (Bishop Losa x F!Reader)

- Hear You Now (Angel Reyes x F!Reader)

(i tried to switch it up a little bit and choose some of my faves that don't always come to mind right away but Protective Detail is always gonna rank idk what to say lmao)

Third of all, reader's top three (based solely off of note-count) for:

Sons of Anarchy:

- My Girl (Jax Teller x F!Reader)

- Spoken For / Spoken For Part 2 (Happy Lowman x F!Reader)

- Sanctuary (Happy Lowman x F!Reader)

Mayans MC:

- Forget Something? (Angel Reyes x F!Reader)

- Unfinished Business (Angel Reyes x F!Reader) [fun fact! this was my very first Mayans MC fic!]

- Fifty Bucks (Bishop Losa x F!Reader)

- Ease Up (EZ Reyes x F!Reader) [honorable mention because Fifty Bucks only beat it by like 4 notes lmao]

I also think that Protective Detail probably would go into this category too!

Thank you again so so much for this! These kinds of asks are always so interesting to me. Plus I feel like I am constantly flip-flopping back and forth on what my fave fics of my own are because sometimes I forget about some and then Ir remember them and I'm like, "omg! love that one!" 😂😂😂

sending all the hugs! 💕

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Loves!

Below you will find a list of all the fun projects that I have in store for the next year! This is a mix of series, oneshots and random tidbits. I have done my best to include a summary or brief snippet if able. As always feel free to reach out to chat!

Updated 10/21/24

Slated for November

Hate Me,Love Me: Tigs Story-Tig would love to have a wife and start a new family so he is over the moon when Clay tells him he has someone for him. When he realizes it's one of his other brothers girlfriends though he questions how far his loyalty to his President goes.

When the Wolf Hunts- One night when Lupe is out hunting she finds more than her prey. She must choose between finally getting vengeance or saving someone else. *A Two Worlds Story*

Slated for December

One Year-Coco x Reader. After a series of unfortunate events one night the reader gives Coco an ultimatum. He has one year to change or she walks. When he arrives at her doorstep after one year more has changed than just the man he is. Snippet Here

Full Moon- Day 17 October Bingo Full Fic: Werewolf Juice AU- Juice fullfills your wish to be turned finally. Smutty.

Monsters and Mayans! Oh My! Day 12 October Bingo Full Fic-Bishop Losa- He has had it with the pranks especially after the Elf in Templo debacle last year.

All For You- Dark Bottles- Bottles is in love with you and he has been working hard to prove that point.

Ice Cold Deception- AU Vampire Kozik. You come from a long line of vampire hunters. Your parents are killed while on a vacation and you vow to kill the beast who slaughtered them. Except you fall for him instead until you realize his true nature.

Your Eyes Are Mine-Dark Juice Ortiz- Juice loves your pretty eyes but hes lost his patience for their wandering. Smutty

We All- Creeper x Reader- An angsty/fluffy story. Your father asks Creeper for a few things that put him in a potentially bad space with you.

Slated for January

Kiss of Death- Vampire AU Juice x Vamp Reader

Burn Her! Time Travel AU Juice x Reader

Slated For February

Bingo!

TBA Posting Date

Cameras In the Attic-Dark Juice Ortiz: Snippet Here

Keep My Secret-Juice Ortiz x Widowmaker OC Snippet Here

Letters- Juice x Trinity OC X Ratboy- Snippet 1 Snippet 2

The Missing Pages-Angel Reyes x ReaderSnippet Here

Crying Under Water-Limited Choose You Own Adventure Snippet Here

Let them Be- Rewrite/flesh out

Hate Me, Love Me: Cocos Story

Hate Me, Love Me: Chibs Story

The Elevator Chronicles: Choose Your Own Adventure/Full fic

We Are the Godfathers

What Haunts the Girl- Snippet 1 Snippet 2

Daughter of Vengeance

The Botanist-Guero x Reader-Snippet Here

Hate Me Love Me: Juice Mini Series

Unnamed-Creeper Raising Girls follow: Snippet Here

Womb Escape Day Ritual- Day5 MBD follow up

Untitled-Day 14 MDB follow up-

Untitled- Day 20 MDB follow up

Untitled- Day 16 MDB Follow up

Untitled- Day 31 MDB follow up

Halfsacks Story from Halloween 2023- Vampire fic-Snippet Here

Day 8 of October Bingo Full Fic

Day 3 of October Bingo Full Fic

[a-kayy47]

Anarchy and Angels

Chapter 1: Freedom

All I wanted to do was start over. Get away from my past and start a new future. I was tired of having my daughter watch as I got beat and degraded everyday by her father. I didn't want her to think that's what love really was. I'd tried so many times before to leave but never followed through. This time was different, I had my daughter and our two pit bulls loaded up in my '64 Ford falcon. I had saved up about $10,000 working doubles at the local restaurant the last year or so. We was eight hours into our drive as I looked in my rear view and saw my little girl fast asleep with Dixie laying her head on her lap. I couldn't help but smile. "Well Blazer's we did it, we finally did it bud." I said as I patted him on the head. As it began to get dark I pulled over at the next rest stop to let Dixie and Blaze stretch and to get some caffeine in me for the next couple hours, at least until we got out of West Virginia then I was planning on getting a room for the night. I got out and lifted up my seat so Dixie could get out then walked over to the passenger side to let Blaze out. They ran over to the grass and started playing. I checked to make sure Kayleigh was still asleep then walked over to the vending machine to get a coffee as my phone rang. "Bitch, where the fuck are you?" I heard on the other line and automatically knew who it was. "I'm not even out of West Virginia Kate. Where are you? I can barley hear you." I said holding my hand over my other ear to try to hear better. "Oh, sorry I'm bartending at the clubhouse tonight. Let me walk outside." "Can you hear me now?" She asked. " Yeah much better, now why in the hell are you bartending at a clubhouse? I thought you worked at a little local bar?" I asked a little concerned, being the motherly one of us. " Oh, shit babe I met this guy he's tall, blonde hair and a killer smile." I cut her off right there. "Say no more, Slut." I said laughing. I've known Kate for a long time and all she had to say was I met a guy and I knew. Not saying she was a whore of sort but she sure did like her men. "Fuck you Annie!" She remarked. " You know me so well!" She said laughing. "So when will you get here?" Kate asked seriously. " I'd say day after tomorrow, so Monday?" I replied as I lit my cigarette and searched for the dogs.

"Okay, good. I'm so glad you got away from that no good rat bastard! It's about fucking time! You deserve a good guy that going to treat you and Kayleigh right." She exclaimed. "Me to babe. It's like I can actually breathe again." I said as I exhaled the drag I'd been holding in. "Well I have to get back inside, so be careful and call me when you stop for the night." " I will Hun. Now get back in there an get that man!" I told her as I opened the door to let the dogs in. "I love you babe. Please be careful." Kate told me in a worried tone. "I will, promise. I love you bug." We said our good- byes and hung up the phone. I turned on my road trippin' playlist and off we went. The next forty hours had come and gone like it was nothing. Maybe it was the fact that I drove like a mad woman or maybe it was because I was actually a free woman and that made all the difference. The open road gave me a lot of time to think about all the shit I had dealt with over the last five years and all the new that I was going to be able to make decisions for myself. I didn't have anyone putting me down because of my weight or having to worry about doing something a certain way or getting physically punished. I was finally able to just be me again, and that was such an amazing feeling.

[incorrect-soa-twd-quotes]

I have a couple SOA fanfics if anybody is interested! I just started the Kozik one so don’t expect a ton of chapters just yet. They’re both love stories with a plus sized girl named Jakki, based on me because I wanted to write out a little something for me. These stories are even opened to people who just like a good love story. I would I appreciate the reads and anyone who reblogs. Thanks, lovelies <3

[mrsjaxtellerfan]

Coming Home (Jax x OC)

Chapter one.  So sorry for the wait y'all it has been a crazy weekend.  I got a lot of writing done with @lookprettyliveclassyplaydirtyyt whom I am writing this series with!  On a side note, this is a slow burn!   

WARNINGS: None really, bit of cussing

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:

“Mommy, are we almost there?” My baby girl asks from the backseat. We have been driving for hours and she isn’t handling it well.

“Yes, baby. We will be there before you know it.” I replied, glancing in the rear view mirror at her.

“Okay Mommy.” She smiled a loving smile at me, and I smiled back. I begin to say a quiet prayer hoping we make it before sundown with my car having started acting up in Arizona. I looked back in my mirror and saw that Sophia was asleep. I pulled over and looked at my phone, four percent batter, I risked it and looked up tow shops, there has to be one, right? The only one that was listed as open, Teller-Morrow Automotive. I dialed the number and held my breath, an all to familiar voice answered the phone. I hung up as quick as I could, and then let out the breath I was holding. I called back, knowing I would need a tow.

“Teller-Morrow Automotive.”

“Hi, I’m just outside Charming, county road 13, and I need a tow. My car has been rattling since Arizona, and you guys seem to be the only place open.”

“I’ll have someone right out there, can I get a description of your car for the driver?”

“Uhm…. It’s silver, I’m the only one here, if it’ll help, I’ll wait outside.”

“Okay, yeah, someone will be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Alright, thanks Gemma.” I hung up before she could say anything else about my little slip and unbuckled Sophia from her booster seat.  

“Mommy, what’s happening?  Are we there?”  Sophia asks, rubbing her little blue eyes that match her fathers.

“No, baby, don’t worry, just go back to sleep.”  I reply.

After about 10 minutes headlights shone in my direction, I was holding my daughter with one hand, and the other was resting on the butt of the gun I had tucked into the waistband of my shorts. I watched as the driver unbuckled his seatbelt, got all the paperwork he needed to fill out, and then opened the door to begin the short walk to my car.

“You call for a tow?” He asked.

“You see anyone else here?” I replied back, sarcastically.

He looked around, “nope just you, and your cute little daughter. My name is Herman Kozik, I work at Teller Morrow Automotive and if you would like to wait in the truck while I finish up here, you can.” He replies with a smile.

He’s kind of cute, no, don’t do this to yourself, he works with Jax, and that makes him a conflict of interest.

“No, I think it’s best I wait here, once you get it all hooked up I’ll get in, but I gotta make sure you’re not a murderer first, ya know?” I reply with a slight laugh.  

“I get it. I promise you, I’m not a murderer.”

“Oh, no?”

“Nope, pop the hood. I want to see if I can locate the problem before we get back to T-M, maybe shave a few dollars off your bill.”

“It’s not locked.” I state, glancing down toward my daughter still peacefully sleeping in my arms.  He opened the door, got down, pulled the lever, and it popped up, smoke coming out.

“Well, it’s a good thing you pulled over when you did. You guys might have been burnt to a crisp out here. I can’t tell what the problem is right now. We should let it air out a little bit. You should also probably lock your doors” Kozik states working to hook the car up. I sigh, leaning against the beat up old car, that I traded my mercedes in for.  

“Alright, all ready to go, just need you to sign this and show proof of ownership.”  Kozik states, coming around to hand me the papers.  

“Um, I don’t have the proof of ownership.” I state, nervously glancing at my feet.

“Oh, well, why don’t we go back to T-M and you can speak to Gemma about this. I don’t know much about the paperwork side of things.” Kozik replies, shooting me a megawatt smile.  I smile in response. He helps me get Sophia’s booster seat into the truck and we are on our way to the one place I was scared to go.

“Alright, the office is over there and I am sure Gemma wouldn’t mind if you laid this sweet girl down in there. Do you need help?”  Kozik asks, glancing at me from the driver seat.  

“No, I know where I’m going.  Thanks.” I reply, pushing open the door.  I reach around waking Sophia.

“Soph, baby, wake up.”  I state, gently waking the sleeping girl.  

“Mommy, where are we?” She asks, looking around

“We’re home, baby, we’re home.”  I state, glancing around at the place I once called home.

“I’m hungry, mommy.” Sophia states, pouting slightly, just like Jax does when he wants something.  

“We will find you something, but first I have to go talk to someone about the car.”  I reply, picking her up and heading into the office.

“Just a minute!”  I hear Gemma shout from somewhere in the garage.  

“Mommy, can I go play on the swings?”  

“No, baby, stay with me.  We can see about that here in a bit.”  Sophia huffs, rolling her eyes like Jax has done a million times.  

“Wow.”  Gemma states, returning to the room a look of shock gracing her face.

“Hey, Gem.  How ya been?”  I state, smiling at the woman I thought of as Mom.

“Ari. You’re back?  Who is this little beauty?”  Gemma questions, giving me and Sophia a once over.

“I’m Sophia.”  Sophia states, giving Gemma her megawatt smile.

“Hi, Miss Sophia.  I’m Gemma.”  Gemma states, getting a better look at Sophia before sending a questioning glance toward me.  I pray she doesn’t figure out who the father is.

“Mommy, I’m still hungry.”  Sophia, glances up at me.

“I think Chucky has some food in the kitchen. Why don’t I have him come get you some food.”  Gemma replies, yelling for this Chucky character.

“Gemma, you don’t have to do that, we aren’t gonna be here too much longer, hopefully.”

“Oh, baby.  You and I have some things we need to discuss.”  Gemma states, glancing down at Sophia.

“Gemma, we were going to stay with a friend of mine in Stockton, we really were just passing through. What are you gonna do, hold us hostage?”

“If I have to, to get the answers I need, then yes.”

“Alright, Soph go with Chadwick he will get you some food.”  I sigh giving in.

“Hello, Gemma you called, and I came.” The person I am assuming is Chucky said, coming to stand next to me.

“Take this little doll to get some food while me and her mama have a nice chat.”  Gemma gestures to Soph.

“My pleasure.”  Chucky states.

“What’s wrong with his hands?” I ask Gemma after he walks away, Sophia following behind him.

“He couldn’t keep ‘em outta his pants.”

“Ew, who did that? The Oakies? Don’t pretend I don’t know what SAMCRO does.”

“I don’t care about Chucky and his hands at the moment.  You owe me some answers, Missy.  Where did you go?  I was going to ask why you left but I think I know the answer to that one.”

“Gemma, I don’t really know, I was kind of everywhere. Wilmington, Delaware, Canada, New York, I never could stay anywhere for too long. I guess I got that from my mom.”

“Why did you leave?”  Gemma asks, reaching a hand out for me.

“I was pregnant, Gemma. I wasn’t sure if the truth would have been good. Ja- I mean the dad and I weren’t together at the time, and there wasn’t a shortage of pussy, he never really wanted anything to do with me and it was a one time thing.  I couldn’t ruin his life over a one night stand.  He was too hung up on screwing anything that moved because his ex fucked him up and I couldn’t raise a baby with a person like that.  I couldn’t handle if he rejected me and Soph either, so I did what I had to.  And honestly, Gemma, it worked out so well for me.  I own my own business now and it’s doing really well.  I can provide for my baby and give her what I didn’t have growing up.”  

“Baby, you know I would have been here for you…. Wait, Jax!?”  Gemma exclaims, eyes widening at the realization.

“It’s about Sophia’s DAD being there for her, not you. She has never seen a good guy, Gemma, this place, being here, it’s the last thing she needs. Yes, I admit, I probably should have told you and Jax but I couldn’t, not if I wanted to get her out of Charming.”

“Ari, Jax needs to know about his child.”

“I know.  But you can’t tell him. Not yet, I need some time to figure things out.  Sophia doesn’t know about him and I am not ready for the questions about why he wasn’t there.  Plus we both know Jax wasn’t and probably isn’t ready to have a child.” “Well, actually, Jax is having a baby.”  

“Great, now I really can’t tell him, he can barely feed himself, and now he has not one but TWO kids.  Who’s the mother?”

“Why?  Ya jealous?”

“Jealous, Gemma? I want to warn her!” I replied jokingly.

“She’s some drug addict whore my son decided to marry so he wouldn’t be lonely.”

“Jax is married? With another kid?” I ask, glancing down at my feet. “Does he not know how to use a condom?”

“Baby, y’all are grown now.  Having kids is normal.”  

“Gemma, we are grown now, maybe, but we weren’t then. Look what happened. Anyway, I don’t have proof of ownership on my car, is there anything I can do? We really need to get to Stockton tonight. I really don’t want my friend sending out a search party, and my phone is dead.” I said looking down at my dark screen.

“Nonsense, you can stay with Clay and I for the night.” Gemma says, waving me off.

“No Gemma, I really can’t. I told her we would be there tonight, and Sophia has never even been to your house. If I remember right, you have birds, and she is TERRIFIED of birds, I’m sure you wouldn’t want your granddaughter to be uncomfortable, would you?”I replied, with my serious face.

“Wait a minute.  Why don’t you have proof of ownership? Did you steal this car?”  Gemma asks, glancing at the paperwork.

“No, I bought it, and I was in a hurry to get out of Hershey, it must’ve slipped my mind. Gemma I’m not like you were at my age, I don’t steal things.”

“Why were you in a hurry?  Are you in some kind of trouble?” Gemma questions.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, Gemma. Sophia and I are safe here, that’s what is most important.”

“Babydoll, if you are in trouble, you know the guys can help.  I can talk to Jax and Clay.  They can do something and whoever you are running from can be taken care of.”  Gemma states, watching for my reaction.  

I sigh leaning towards her, “Do you really want to know why I left Hershey?” before I get the chance to tell her Jax pops in.

“Hey, Ma, do you know where the keys to the ‘stang are?”  Jax asks, popping his head

through the door.

“I am going to go check on Sophia. See how she’s doing with, Charles.”  

“Ari, you back for good?  Wait, who is Sophia?  You swinging for the other team now?”  

Jax asks, blocking my way out of the room.

“No Jax, just passing through, now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to check on my

daughter, and it doesn’t matter what team I swing for.”

“Daughter?”  Jax questions, raising his brows at me.  “How old is she?  I didn’t know

you had a kid, although you kind of bailed and never spoke to any of us after you left so I guess we wouldn’t know about you having a kid, would we?”  Jax sneers, allowing me to push him out of my way.

“Gemma knows, Gemma knows everything, Jax.” I say, stepping around him and

leaving the office.  I find Sophia giggling at an attractive man with a mohawk and tribal tattoos.

“Mommy! This is Juicy, he taught me how to spit out sunflower seeds, see watch!” Sophia squeals with utter excitement.

“Sunflower seeds, huh? Hi, I’m Ariana, this little monster’s mother.”  I state, reaching my hand out to shake his.

“Juan Carlos Ortiz but everyone calls me Juice.”  He replies, shaking my hand, with a smile that makes my knees weak.  I have to remind myself that he is in the club and presumably friends with Jax.

“Wait, where’s Charles? Did she eat something?”

“Juice let me eat his sandwich, mommy!  It was my favorite.  Peanut butter and jelly.”  Sophia exclaims throwing her arms around Juices neck.

“That’s great baby, but Juice needs to eat too, he has to work, you get to watch cartoons and play on swings.”

“It’s all good, honestly.”  Juice states, hugging Sophia back.  

“Well, thanks for watching her.  We should get going.”  I state, pulling Sophia’s hand.

“Mommy we can’t go, the car is broken, remember?” Sophia replies, giggling.

“Fuck.” “Mommy said a bad word!”  Sophia giggles, whispering to Juice.

“She did, didn’t she?”  Juice replies with a laugh.

“I did, but you can’t repeat it, Sophia.”

“Ariana!” Jax yells, anger pouring off of him, pushing his way through the room.

“Alright, we really have to go. Juice is there a grocery store around here somewhere, or a phone I can use?  Anything? I am begging you.”  I ask, holding Sophie in my arms.

“You can use mine.” A tall man says stepping forward, putting himself between myself and Jax.

“Opie, I need to talk to her.  Move.”  Jax gruffs, pushing Opie from behind.

“You can talk to her when you calm down.”  Opie replies gruffly.  I sigh in relief knowing my best friend won’t allow Jax to confront me.

“Come on Ari, you can use my phone, it’s in my dorm.”

“Thanks, Ope.”  I reply, making my way toward the dorm, Opie and Jax trailing behind.

“Ariana, you owe me an explanation.  You aren’t leaving here until I get one.”  Jax yells, grabbing my arm and turning me toward him, scaring Sophia in the process.

“I DON’T OWE YOU ANYTHING JAX!!” I yell, getting in his face after hand Sophia to Opie. I didn’t want to scare her.

“Mommy, is he going to hurt us?”  Sophia whispers, tears beginning to form in her eyes.  My anger vanishes, leaving worry in its place.

“No baby, Jax is leaving, and Opie won’t hurt you either, he’s mommy’s friend.” I say looking in her eyes and wiping her tears, knowing I am gonna hear about this later, and when Gemma finds out, there’s gonna be a shitstorm because ‘no one hurts her baby girl.’

“Ari...” Jax sighs, running his hands through his hair, feeling guilty at his outburst and how much he scared his daughter.

“Not now, Jax.  We will talk about everything later.  Right now I need to get Sophia home and into bed.”  I state, entering the room Opie went in with Sophia.

“Hey Ope, is it cool if I shower? I smell like, REALLY bad.” I remembered that my suitcase full of our clothes is in my car. “Fuck, okay, nevermind that.” I trail off glancing at the giant holding my baby girl.

“How about you guys stay at my house tonight and tomorrow we can figure out what’s wrong with your car.”  Opie states, glancing down at the almost asleep Sophia.

“Okay, that would be great, Ope, really.”  I sigh, smiling at my best friend.

“Good, now that is settled.  Let’s get some of your stuff out of your car and get going.  You can shower at mine.”  Opie replies, making his way toward the door, Sophia still in his arms.

“You want me to take her?”  I ask, reaching out for her.

“No, I got her.”  Opie replies with a smile.

“Harry, how’s your dad doing? Piney was it? Does he still hate when I call him Piermont?” I ask, giggling.

“Yes, he still very much hates it. I’ll see if he wants to come by tomorrow, maybe say hi to this little monster.” He says gesturing to the sleeping girl in his arms.

“How’s Donna?” I ask, glancing up at him as we make our way out of the clubhouse.

“Oh, we got divorced.  She’s good though.  So are the kids.”  Opie replies, rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“How old are they now, close to Sophia’s age if I’m remembering right.”

“Yeah, Ellie is 7, and Kenny is 6.”  Opie replies, leading me to a truck in the parking lot.

“Wow, no bike?  I’m shook.”  I grin, Opie lets out a small laugh bumping his hip into mine, well into my waist because he is so much taller than me.

“I had to drop the kids off with Donna this morning.”  Opie replies, opening the door.

“Oh, shit. I left her booster in the truck.  I’ll go grab it.”  I reply, making my way toward the garage to find Kozik.  

“Hey, her booster is in here.”  Jax states, gesturing toward the office. I sigh following him in.  “I’m sorry for snapping at you and scaring Sophia.  I just… I don’t... why didn’t you tell me?”

“Jax, it wasn’t a good time for either of us.  You were still hung up on Tara and I was a mess, can you believe I actually thought I was in love with you? I was so crushed when you tossed me aside after it all happened, and I couldn’t go back and tell you after it was all said and done, I would have looked like some pathetic croweater.  So I left, and honestly, I’m glad I did.”  

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad but can you seriously stand here and tell me that I was better off not knowing I had a daughter in this world?  Can you seriously stand there and tell me that I didn’t deserve to know because you were mad at me?  I can’t believe you’d be so selfish.  I mean, yeah, we shouldn’t have slept together but we did.  You should have told me about her the minute you found out. You shouldn’t have ran from it.  You robbed me of 5 years with my daughter.  How can you even live with yourself?”  Jax asks, turning away from me.

“Jax.” I cry, trying to get him to turn around and talk to me, the love I feel for him still present.

“No, I can’t do this right now.  I need to go check on Wendy.” He murmurs, leaving me standing there, tears running down my face.  Gemma joins me in the office with a look of pity.

“Gem, what did I do?”  I cry, throwing myself at her.

“Oh, baby, he will come around.”  Gemma soothes, rubbing my hair like she used to when I was a child.

“What if he doesn’t? I never meant to hurt him.”

“Baby, he’s fine, he just needs time to come around.”

“Hey.” Opie said walking over to me, booster seat in hand. “You ready to get her home?”

I sniffle and wipe at my eyes. “Yeah, I am ready.”

We walked to his truck, in a comfortable silence. I buckled Sophia into her booster seat, and he helped me up into my seat.

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~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 5~

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Image Credit: Me. Pictures not mine obviously, but the collage is.

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of underage ((consensual)) sex, past alcohol/substance abuse, lots of angsty feely things...don’t hate me lol

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Teagan groaned quietly as she rolled over, one eye cracking open to check the time on her alarm clock; stiffening when she felt the arm around her waist tighten it’s grip. The previous nights events flooding her brain as her eyes sprang open, more than awake now as she scrambled for the alarm clock beside the bed that was facing away from her. Turing it around to check the time, cursing herself quietly as she started to gently untangle Chibs’ arm from around her waist.

It was already after 8:30am...most of the guys would likely already be milling about the Clubhouse; her brother included. That was the last thing she needed right now was Tig losing his shit over something that hadn’t even happened yet. Not that she wouldn’t deserve it...she had lost his respect many years ago, and she wasn’t exactly doing a great job at earning it back.

Sighing to herself she slipped out of the sweatpants he had lent her and folded them neatly before placing them on the end of the bed. Smiling to herself as Chibs snored softly; disappointed that she couldn’t stay until he woke. The thought of waking up in his arms giving her a sense of happiness that she hadn’t felt in a lot of years. 

Being careful not to draw too much attention to herself, she crept quietly for the door. Peaking out to make sure no one was in the hall before she made her escape; yelping in surprise when a hand reached out and snatched her by the ear, dragging down the hall and into her own room. 

“Jesus- what the fuck?!” Teagan stumbled forward a little as the hand released her ear and closed the door. Turning to find Gemma standing with her arms crossed over her chest as she stared her down with the disapproving ‘Mom’ look.

“I swear to God, it’s not what it looks like Gem!” Teagan stated in a rush, holding her hands up innocently. Gemma looking less than convinced as she pointed to the bed. Teagan backing up until she found it, sitting abruptly. Swallowing hard as Gemma advanced with her hands on her hips. 

“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doin’?” She questioned sternly.

“I promise Gem, really! Nothing happened. I got up to get a bottle of water, and saw he was still up and I don’t know...I was still drunk and didn’t wanna be alone. But I swear, we did not have sex...I just-- He felt bad, he even gave pants to sleep in for Christs sake!”

“Mhm.” I’m sure he did.” Gemma replied sarcastically. Still skeptically as she stared down at Teagan like a Mother about to ground her teenage daughter.

“You can ask Filip!” 

“Filip, really?” Gemma mused with a smirk, watching as Teagan’s faced turned red with embarrassment.

“Chibs! For fucks sake Gem, just ask him! Just please-- PLEASE don’t tell Tig!” She begged, breathing a sigh of relief when Gemma nodded with a small chuckle.

“Calm your tits, sugar. I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Gemma replied, her body language relaxing as she took a step back. “Besides, your reaction told me everything I needed to know.” Patting Teagan’s cheek with a grin, she turned to leave the room. 

Teagan groaning as she flopped backwards onto the bed, hands over her face as she gave a dramatic sigh...it was definitely too early for this shit. She need a shower, and coffee. Lots, and lots of coffee.

An hour passed before she felt it even safe to consider exiting her room. Making sure that Tig was a least gone before making her way into the kitchen and grabbing a cup of coffee before slipping out the back to the storage units. Sighing as she rolled up the door, revealing the old primer painted Chevelle. Shaking her head as she leaned up against the driver side fender. So many memories...

Wiping at her face as a tear slipped out, she drew in a deep breath. Trying to rid herself of the overwhelming emotions that seeing it brought back. Turning instead to the piece of paper and pen she brought out with her. Pausing every now and then to think as she compiled a list of parts she needed to go track down.

It was a waste to let the old beast simply rot in a storage unit...even despite the painful memories. She knew that’s not what he would’ve have wanted. Besides, it wasn’t like she had much of anything else to do right now. 

Finishing her list, she folded it and tucked it inside her pocket before polishing off the remainder of her coffee. Rolling the door closed behind her as she made her way back inside to grab her leather jacket; dropping her coffee cup off in the sink. Stopping by the Office on her way to her bike, finding Gemma inside doing paperwork. 

“You takin’ off?” She asked, not looking up from her paperwork as Teagan walked in, peering through the blinds into the shop. Noting both Tig and Chibs were gone.

“Yeah...I’m gonna see if I can order some parts for the Chevelle.” She replied, gaining Gemma’s attention as she looked up. 

“I can order ‘em.” Gemma offered, pulling her glasses off. “Just let me know what you need?”

“I got it.” Teagan dismissed the offer with a half smile. “This is something I need to do...ya’know?” 

“’Course, Sweetheart.” Gemma gave an understanding nod as she stood and gave the younger woman a hug. “You let me know if there’s anything you can’t find though. I’ll track it down.” 

“Thanks Gem.” Teagan kissed her cheek before leaving the office. Crossing the parking lot to her bike and climbing on. Clicking the buckle of her helmet into place before kicking the stand out from underneath her bike; the engine roaring to life beneath her as she started out of the lot. Passing her brother and Chibs  as they pulled back in with the tow-truck. Both men turning to stare as they watched her speed off and out of sight.

She returned about mid-afternoon, sighing when she found her original parking spot was not taken. Grumbling to herself crankily as she backed herself in at the end of the row. Stripping out of her leather jacket and slinging it over her shoulder as she beelined it for the Clubhouse. In desperate need of a drink and some air conditioning as she pushed the door open; the sound of voices drowning out her thoughts. 

“Teagan?” She froze at the sound of her name, puzzled for a moment before turning around in search of who had spoken it. Squealing in excitement when she caught sight of Kozik who was grinning like the cat who ate the canary. Her jacket falling abandoned onto the floor as she crossed the room and leaped into his arms. Hugging him tightly as he spun her once and set her down.

“What are you doin’ here, Koozy?” She beamed, ignoring the random looks she was receiving from around room. Including those from Chibs and her brother. Tig glaring so hard from across the room that she was almost certain he would melt a hole through Kozik’s skull. 

“Couldn’t leave without seein’ my favorite little Jailbird.” He replied with a mischievous grin, wincing as Teagan punched him in the shoulder. Glaring playfully as he chuckled. 

“Fuckin’ gag me...” Tig muttered into his beer, Teagan rolling her eyes in annoyance as they turned to look at her brother.

“You got somethin’ to say Trager?” Kozik turned, attempting to hide the cocky grin that was threatening to go full blown.

“Yeah I got somethin’ to say.” Tig slammed his beer down as he started across the room, chest to chest with Kozik as he got in his face. “How ‘bout you try to refrain from fuckin’ my sister this time?!”

“Yeah? Last I recall, she enjoyed it.” Kozik antagonized, staggering back a little as Tig shoved him hard in the chest. Teagan stepping in to keep them from tearing each other apart. 

“Jesus, are two ever gonna get over yourselves?!” She scolded with a hand on her hip. “Put your dicks away and get the fuck over it.” She caught Tig by the collar of his Kutte as he stepped forward, shoving him back a little harder as she planted her other hand behind her on Kozik’s chest.

“I mean it!” She warned with a stern look between the two men. “No fighting!” 

“Aye, listen to the lady.” Chibs stepped in as he grabbed Tig up by the arms, holding him back as he tried to get at Kozik from around his sister. “Or at the very least, kick the shite outta each other outside?”

Tig pried himself out of Chibs’ grasp and stormed off outside. Leaving a tense air of silence hanging between the other two men and Teagan; who rubbed at the back of her neck awkwardly as she edged out from between them. 

“Well, this has been awkward.” She muttered more or less to herself as she approached the bar. Retrieving her jacket before flagging down Half-Sack for a bottle off Tequila.

“I’m gonna go drink myself into a coma now...” She stated; a sardonic edge to her voice. “It’s really good to see you again Koozy.” 

Giving a half smile as she pushed back between him and Chibs. Disappearing down the hall and into her room, gathering up a few things before heading up to the roof.

“The girls got some shit goin’ on...” Gemma stepped in, pointing a finger between the two men. “Don’t go complicatin’ it with your feelings.” She made sure to emphasize the last bit for good measure before stepping around them, throwing the door open as she stepped out to chase down Tig.

“She’s probably on the roof...s’where she always used to hide out as a kid.” Kozik sighed with a shake of his head as he started for the hall. “I should go check on her.” 

He was stopped by the hand that grabbed a fist full of his Kutte and pulled backward. Turning around he gave the Scot a questioning look, but remained silent.

“‘Am sensin’ ye might be part of the problem.” Chibs stated as he released the blonde from his grasp, stepping between him and the hall as he finished. “I’ll go.”

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The sun had begun setting slowly over the small town of Charming. Turning the late Summer’s sky vibrant hues of purple, reds and gold. Teagan sat in a lawn chair, watching with her feet propped up -- knees bent slightly -- against the ledge. Her sketch book balanced carefully in her lap as she took a pause in drawing, to light up a cigarette. Twisting the cap off the bottle of Tequila before taking another sip, setting it up on the ledge. Wincing at the fiery sensation it created on the way down her throat.

She was only about three shots in, her nerves still fraying at the seams. But slowly, the liquor began to quell her anxieties. Allowing her to focus more on the mock sketch she had started for the old Chevelle. Her attention turning a few minutes later to the sound of the door squeaking opening loudly. Watching as Chibs stepped onto the roof, hands tucked into the pockets as he looked out at the sunset.

“Gemma send you?” She inquired, her tone flat as she turned her attention back to the drawing in her lap. Chibs shaking his head ‘no’ as he took a seat on the ledge beside her feet. Remaining silent for a few minutes as he watched the lines on the paper come to life beneath her hand. His warm gaze shifting up to meet hers as she stopped, brows furrowed as she stared at him.

“You’re not gonna ask?” 

“Not my business, love.” He replied with as shake of his head. “’Am not goin’ to pry abou’ things ye dinna wish to tell me.” 

Teagan remained quiet for moment, green eyes studying the older man who sat in front of her. Somehow trying to wrap her brain around why he was being so nice; why he cared so fucking much. Anyone else would likely be pressing her for some kind of answer to all the shit that had been going on, but not Chibs.  

“I slept with Kozik when I was 17...” She sighed, Chibs quirking and eyebrow as he listened. Surprised she was actually telling him. “SAMCRO shindig...I was blitzed out of my goddamn mind. Tiggy obviously walked in and lost his fucking mind...” 

“Explains the tension.” Chibs chuckled quietly.

“It was of my own doing...I was young and I was drunk.” She shrugged, closing the book in her lap as she tossed it down beside her chair. Dropping her feet as she reached for the bottle of Tequila on the ledge.

“Aye, ye were pretty drunk last nigh’ as well...” Her green eyes burned into him as her head snapped up at his comment.

“Yeah? And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She snapped.

“I-- no, tha’s how I meant--” Chibs started to defend himself, only to cut off as Teagan continued. 

“No one ever said I was goddamn Saint, Chibs. I’ve done shit I’m not fucking proud of, and I’ve gone through shit in my life that NO ONE should ever have to. Yeah, I’ve got issues, big fuckin’ WHOOP! I don’t need your judgement, nor your fuckin’ pity!” 

“I wasn’ tryin’ to judge, love. I was jus’--” He shook his head, standing, which only caused her to take a step back.

“I don’t need to be saved, alright? I’m not a goddamn charity case! So if that’s the only reason you’re being nice to me, don’t.fucking.bother.” She turned on her heel to leave, ready to abandon the rooftop when Chibs grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. Teagan about to swing in order to get her point across when he leaned down, crashing his lips into hers unexpectedly.

All the pent up tension suddenly eased away as her eyes slipped closed. Her left hand instinctively sliding up to rest against his chest as the other hesitantly wrapped around his neck. The kiss remaining slow and gentle as he reached his own hands up to cup her cheeks. Right thumb smoothing over her cheekbone softly.

It was nothing like their heated make-out session the night before. It was soft, and passionate; even as his tongue tentatively slipped past her lips to gently move against her own. Her head whirling with a million different emotions as her heart raced inside her chest; feeling as if it would beat straight out if it wasn’t for the rib-cage that kept it prisoner. 

Never in her entire life had anyone kissed her the way the Chibs was in this exact moment. As if she were drowning and he was throwing her the lifeline that she so desperately needed. His hand gripping the back of her head lightly as he broke the kiss; resting his forehead against hers. His warm brown eyes filled with a kindness that made her owns brim with tears...guilty for assuming he had been judging her. 

“I would never, ever, judge ye f’er’ yer past, Lass.” He spoke sincerely. Face completely serious as he stared into her eyes, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down her cheek.

“None of us are perfect, lovey.” 

Teagan nodded, forcing herself to hold back tears the best she could. Chibs placing his lips against her’s again as he pulled her close. The sound of the door to the roof opening, falling on deaf ears until--

“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me?!” 

They sprang apart, startled by the voice and sound of boots that stormed towards them. Teagan’s eyes widening as she caught sight of her brother’s furious form.

“Tig, don’t!”  But it was too late as her brother’s fist collided with Chibs’ jaw. Teagan scrambling to throw herself between them, pushing at her brother in an attempt to keep the fight from escalating. 

“STOP!” She yelled again, her hand slapping hard against her brothers face when he didn’t. Looking back at her with a stunned, but furious, expression as he took a step backward. Giving her enough time to turn and stop Chibs who had regained his senses and was now advancing on the oldest Trager.

“Don’t!” She warned, her tone menacing; but the look in her eyes was pleading that he trust her. “I got this...just go.”

Chibs nodded stiffly and turned for the door. Leaving the siblings as the door slammed shut behind him loudly. Making Teagan flinch as she turned back towards her brother, his blue eyes filled with anger, disgust...and hurt.

“Do you not remember the last time?” He snapped, stepping towards her. Pointing an accusing finger at her as if her were scolding a child. “Or are you just hellbent on ruining another goddamn Brotherhood?!”

“Fuck you, Alex!” She yelled. “I was a kid--”

“You were a goddamn druggy screw up!” He cut her off angrily, running his hands through his hair. Turning as he tried to ignore the hurt that flashed through her across her face.

“This isn’t like that like, Tig!” She pleaded. 

“Bullshit!” He rounded on her. “You’ve always been this way. Always trying to ruin my relationships with the guys-- with the Club!”

“Oh what, so now I’m a whore?” She scoffed angrily, her bottom lip quivering as she stared at her brother. “You’re never gonna let me live down my fucking past, are you? -- ‘Cause I mean, last I checked, yours wasn’t much better!”

“And the last I checked, mine didn’t have a body count involving a Club Member!”

The air around them fell silent as they stared at each other. Tears now streaming down Teagan’s face as her green gaze blazed with an intense hatred that frightened even her own flesh and blood. His own eyes filled with anger...but also guilt. Turning his gaze away from his sister as he ran a hand over his face.

“Wow, Alex...” Teagan spoke shakily through her tears. “That’s low...even for you.”

“Teagan, wait--” Tig reached out for her hand, but she pulled away. Grabbing her things before storming off the roof blur of anger and tears. Leaving her brother behind, mentally scolding himself for line he had just officially crossed...knowing that there was no taking back the words he hadn’t meant to say.

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Camp 2018 Part 2

“Let’s get you something warm.” I told her leading her inside, towards a booth near the back away from the few groups of teenagers lurking around the diner, some working on laptops, others goofing off, and some clearly working off a binge. “You drink coffee?” I asked, motioning a waitress over.

“Yeah”

“Alright two coffees to start.” I asked the waitress who came over. She set the menus down and went to get them. I waited until she came back, and Eden had a sip of her coffee. “Let’s get some food too.” I started looking at the menu.

“I can’t pay for both” she said.

“I am paying don’t worry. Like I said we got a bit to talk about”

“Thank you” she whispered. I realized how hard she had it. I hoped that she would take the help that I was offering her. We ordered food, and waited until it came in silence. I wasn’t sure how to start this conversation if I was telling myself the truth. After reading it a few hundred times and taking almost three weeks to catch sight of her, I was really lost on this. She would probably be pissed at first, but I had no doubt that she would take this hard all the same. Caleb was all she had from the sounds of the letter and even then he wasn’t around much.

The food came quicker than I wanted it to, I watched her eat. She was starving, she was stuffing it in her mouth faster than I thought possible. “Hey. I’m not going to take it away” I told her honestly. When she glanced at me, then at the plate she started to slow down.

“I’m so hungry” she said, “Its real food” and kept eating. I wasn’t even halfway through my food, but she was done. Though she was eyeing my fries.

“Go ahead” I said grabbing my burger and watching her dive for the fries. She was small, but she could surely eat when needed.

Sitting in the diner I watched my brothers friend, I had a feeling I knew what he was here for. I knew what Caleb had planned, I had hoped that it would never need to happen though. I was going to deny it though for as long as I possibly could, I had no reason to rush this. I liked that he had offered me the hot meal, the Club I worked for didn’t exactly offer the best pay wise. It was also hard to find good food when you didn’t have a place with a microwave or fridge.

I sighed and took a breath having finished all the food that I could eat, so I guess it was time to talk about what he was here for. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked, not even bothering to look at him.

“I don’t know how to explain to you what he wants to have happen now. Or even how to tell you…’ he trailed off, I looked up, he had a look that said he was almost lost in space, but still here.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” I asked cutting to the chase. I needed to know at this point for sure, this way there was no band aid to peel off slowly, I preferred quick. Quick meant semi painless, I could handle quick, I could shove my emotions down and away, then it wouldn’t be there and I could continue with my life.

“I would guess so, that’s what this letter seems to indicate.” He reached into the vest he was wearing, pulling out a crumpled piece of notebook paper. He handed it to me slowly, “I’m sorry Eden” he whispered. He genuinely meant it too, his eyes gave it all away.

I held it lightly, my hands were shaking a little, I really didn’t need to open it to know what it said. I knew I had to if I wanted this to feel real though, so I opened it.

Koz,

I don’t want to send this letter if I am honest with myself, but I have too. I have one of the guys send it as it is. I was injured by a landmine and won’t be making it home. Eden is my world, I have been caring for her since I was eighteen, she isn’t old enough to care for herself. When I joined the Marines, I told her that when I came home I would really care for her. We would have a home and everything, but that won’t be happening. And I am sorry for that. I need to know that you will be able to help her before I go. I want her to be happy, live a good life, have everything that she never had before. I know I can trust you to keep her safe. Please care for her. She needs someone to go to bat for her.

She is fifteen, she hasn’t had it easy let me tell you brother. Our dad left early on, pretty sure he overdosed at some point, but he isn’t around. Ma’ was an addict as well and I tried to take her with me when I moved out, but the Marines had other plans for me. Ma’ let it get so bad that child protective services took her at thirteen. She lasted in a foster home for a few months before leaving. I heard from her about a month later was told she was alright and was safe. I told her that so long as she was safe then I was ok with it. I hear from her every few weeks. She’s scrappy, she will run, she will fight if given a reason. Please try to keep her safe.

I am sending my tags with this letter; will you tell her that I am not coming home? They won’t be able to find her to tell her.

Thank you, brother. You will find her somewhere around Tacoma’s club scene. That’s the last place she told me she was.

Caleb.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when she read the letter, but I would be patient I decided. She took her time reading the letter, and I watched one lone tear slide down her face which she wiped away quickly. Folding the letter, she went to hand it back to me, “That’s for you” I told her. I had no reason for it now, I had her in front of me which was the reason I had it.

“Thank you” she whispered, her eyes closed. I reached into my kutte again, I kept these for after the letter knowing what they would mean to her. She opened her eyes just as I pulled them out.

“I have these for you” I told her, holding my hand open palm up, they were her brothers dog tags, or tag if I was truthful, he had the other one still.

Her eyes had tears in them, but she never let one of them fall. She surprised me though, “What happens now?” was what came out of her mouth, nothing else. She had clearly held back, she was breaking inside, but she wasn’t letting it show.

“I would like for you to live with me. I have a house, well an apartment, I should say. Its not the best, but it is something. I don’t stay there often so it may need some work. I tend to stay at the clubhouse more. I will be around more though if you come stay with me. I don’t know much about teenagers if I am honest with you, hell I am not that old either.”

“I can’t promise to be the best kid at first, but I can try. Caleb wanted me to have a life. Its what he always wanted for me. A place to call home”

“Are you in school?”

“Kind of” she huffed out, crossing her arms in the process.

“What does kind of me?” I was wary now. I didn’t know what kind of meant, was she in school or was she not.

“I was in school, did really well at it too. I just couldn’t keep up with school and the clubs work needs or requirements. I also didn’t really get a choice it was keep the job or go to school, I chose the job. Meant something money wise at least.”

“Ok then we will get you enrolled in school near where I live”

“I can do that. The club wasn’t what I wanted to do my whole life anyways. If I can ask now. What was this deal you had for me?” I realized my mistake in wording it that way now. With the way she has grown up deal meant something different to her than it did to me. She was expecting some sort of payment, I didn’t want anything from her, just her to have a better life.

“I just told you it really. It wasn’t really a deal more an offer or telling you what Caleb planned for you I guess. What we just talked about is what I wanted to offer you. Since we agreed to you coming to stay with me we covered that. I do have some stuff to tell you about myself as well. A part of living with me and getting to know who I am as a person.”

“Ok” she hesitated, “what is it?”

I took a breath I knew that her life hadn’t been easy, Caleb had told me about her and what she was living with, what he had grown up with. I hoped that everything I had to tell her didn’t send her running away and causing trouble unlike what Caleb would want. I chose to start with the obvious thing though, “I am part of a motorcycle club, the Sons of Anarchy Tacoma Chapter, the leather Kutte I am wearing tells you that. It shows who I am affiliated with. I am the Sargent at Arms, means I protect everyone in the club and make sure that the rules are followed. The club is a family, especially to me. They will be to you once they meet you and since you are my kid now. I don’t want you to trust anyone else wearing a Kutte that isn’t from the Sons. The reaper tells you if they are a part of us, even if they are another Charter. Remember I am being honest. We aren’t the most legal enterprise per say but is anyone ever asks we are motorcycle enthusiasts who own an auto repair shop.” I finished the first part.

“I can do that. Anything else that I should know about you?” she had been nodding along the whole time I had been talking, so I had no doubt that she did understand everything I had told her. She seemed to be a smart kid both in streets and books.

“Yes, I need to be completely honest with you if this is to work out.” I told her.