#wendy and tara didn’t always see eye to eye.

[burygods]

wendy showing up in mayans,,,,, wendy “i would’ve wanted someone to stop for him. for my sons.” mY SONS. PLURAL. because tommy is her son too 😭

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: swears, alcohol, 18+ absolute smutty smut smut smut

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𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

He had been gone for a fortnight.

Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.

He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.

This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.

At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.

  And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.

The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.

The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.  

  Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.

But to do that…

You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.

- ✦ -

After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.

To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).

At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.

Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.

You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.

The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.

He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.

- ✦ -

You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?

Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.

However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.

But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.

What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?

- ✦ -

You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.

   “How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.

  You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.

       “I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.

He broke first.

  “Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.

“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.

   “And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.

His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.

  While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.

“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.

But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.

- ✦ -

The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.

You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.

    “Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.

You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.

  Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.

- ✦ -

As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.

    “Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.

Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.

Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.

With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.

    “Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.

- ✦ -

This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.

  “I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.

    “Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”

Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.

You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.

Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.

Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.

   “Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.

  The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.

   Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.

  Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.

   “C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.

- ✦ -

The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.

But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.

  The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.

Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

    “You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.

“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.

    “That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.

Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.

  Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.

Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.

  Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.

     “You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.

   You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.

The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.

     “Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.

The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.

  Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.

   “You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.

  “Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.

    And then your bodies connected.

With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.

   Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.

But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.

   Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.

    He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded.

Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.

   “Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.

  You whined in response, and Jax laughed.

“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.

  His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.

   But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.

  He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.

   Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.

  Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.

  When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.

   “Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.

“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.

   The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.

  And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.

     “I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.

- ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…

Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.

   You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.

 Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.

    “Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.

“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.

     Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.

“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.

     Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”

“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”

[roadtogracelandx45]

Charming Town|9| Jax Teller

@prettyinpayne

David Hale wasn't surprised when he pulled alongside Jax's bike to offer his sympathies for what happened to Wendy and the baby and how Jax brushed it off and carried on like nothing happened just like he did the warehouse burning down.

“How does Ryder feel about all of this?” David knew it was a low blow bringing Ryder into this but normally the redhead made Jax see sense.

“Not any of your business Deputy Chief.” The blonde biker retorted he had successfully avoided the subject of his wife and their mutual past with her. Mostly by avoiding the deputy by any means necessary. And it worked for the most part. But there are days like today where it can't be avoided.

“You forget Jax, that I loved her too.” He started and was cut off quickly by Jax’s hand slamming against the side of his jeep.

A silent threat hanging in the air between the two, either willing to back down. Especially when it came to Ryder.

“I don't mean any harm by it.” He started holding his hand up, “ just merely pointing out the truth.” He knew that the best bet was to talk to Ryder and warn her to leave Charming again. They had all seen what happened last time both Ryder and Tara were in Charming and how they both fled to Tacoma and San Diego respectively and hadn't been back in Charming in years. “Think however you want, Chief.” He was confident with the thought that at the end of the day, Ryder was still his old lady and he still would go home to her every night. And for once he didn’t want to fuck this up.

**

Tara was almost thrilled that Ryder was nowhere to be seen when she went to have the papers for Abel’s surgery signed. She could handle Gemma by herself for the most part but having to handle both Ryder and Gemma wasn't on the top of her list of things to do. She had escaped from Chicago and Kohn to come back to the safety of Charming and the hopes that she could finally steal Ryder away from her husband and be in the position that Ryder had been in since they were 17.

And she always got what she wanted no matter the cost to her.

“Gemma, I need you to sign these papers.” She said holding out the clipboard to her, her tone and body posture fake.

“Have his mother sign the forms. She is right there.’ Gemma tilted her head towards where Ryder was behind Tara, plastic to-go bags from Nicky’s Diner and her briefcase in one hand and her cell phone in the other.

“She isn’t his mother!”

“I signed the paperwork this morning saying differently and Margert Murphy just had me sign his birth certificate. I am his mother in every way that counts!” Ryder snapped back as Luanne took the bags from her, smirking, this was their Ryder slowly shining back through.

In her annoyance, Tara shoved the clipboard into Ryder’s hands, a little harder than she should have. “Doctor, I would watch yourself if I was you.” There was a veiled threat in her voice and Tara felt her heart drop down to her stomach and she wondered what kind of information Ryder could come up with.

“Ryder.”

The redhead clicked her tongue in annoyance, “It's Mrs. Teller, I am his wife and the mother of his children. I have earned that right.” Gemma and Luanne exchanged a proud smirk , this was the Ryder they knew and loved. “Now go save my son's life.” “Yes, Mrs. Teller.” The woman spat as she took the clipboard from Ryder.

****

His wife was the first person Jax saw when he entered the NICU, she was standing inside of the room, eyes intent on the baby.

“Babe? How is he?” Ryder turned at the sound of his voice and offered him a sad smile.

“He's good, she said it's looking good.” He had crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms.

“I had to arrange for Wendy to be taken to the funeral home, no one else came for her.” Her voice came out muffled due to her face being buried in his bloody sweatshirt. “I could've handled it.” He felt like a total tool for making her deal with his fuckups. But that was Ryder’s lot in life being his old lady and cleaning up the messes he left behind.

“No, you wouldn't have. Did you, uh,see her after she died?”

“No.” He answered, he had been too upset to even think about Wendy, his first thought was revenge then to talk to Opie. “She looked like a skeleton, you could see some of her bones and the blown out veins. Not to mention those god damn tracks. How can someone be so fucking selfish?”

Jax as always didn't have an answer. He was one of those selfish people and she was not afraid to mention it.

“What else is going on?” He asked, taking a step back to look at her closely. “Just in my feelings is all. Being here is bringing back so many memories. Good and bad. I don’t want to talk about it.” She said, wiping the sudden tears away. “Let's go back to the clubhouse, we both need a good night's sleep.” Ryder nodded her head and wiped her cheeks off again this time brushing away blood. “Jesus Jax! Are you okay?” Her fingers making a desperate path over the kutte and dark hoodie making sure he wasn't hurt. “Long story babe, I'll explain it all when we get to the clubhouse.” He was going to try and keep his promise to keep her in the loop as much as possible. He went to pull her out of the room with him but was stopped when Gemma showed up, her husband steps behind her. Out of pure hatred and uneasiness for the man, Ryder stepped back into her husband's embrace and hugged his waist. “Ryder, good to see you.”

“Clay.” She returned, as much as she was thankful for the club's help with her tuition for law school, she couldn't stand the president especially after he risked her life to get Intel on the Irish after McKeevey broke off from them. Jax nodded his head at his step father before leading his wife out of the room. The last thing they needed was a fight breaking out between the two, things would be said that one of them regretted and Ryder would leave back to Tacoma. Now that she was back, he was not going to let her go.

[gaveldefy]

     between wendy, abel, and tara, jax hadn’t anticipated an emotional attachment.  or, if he’d had one, he figured it would’ve been tara.  back when they were teens it’d been a whirlwind and he’d genuinely thought she was the only one he would ever love.  seeing her in the hospital sometimes holding his son did something to his heart, just not quite what he’d expected.

     the pain of her leaving suddenly compacted with everything he’d been through since she’d left made him realize all that attachment had been teenage angst.  he’d married wendy because he was lonely; because he’d wanted to reconnect with that feeling he had with tara.  being older meant he could look back and accept that she was never going to be okay with his life.  with the conversations they’d had since her returned he was able to see she still wouldn’t be okay with his life.  whatever jax thought was wrong with the club, it was still his family and none of samcro were going anywhere anytime soon.

     then this little lady swept into his life as unexpected as a flash flood.  astrid.  red.  someone who was slowly reminding him what it was like to be genuinely and completely emotionally attached to someone else.  the weirdest part of all was just how well she’d gotten along with his mother right from the start.  he had no idea if they’d had a secret cat fight at some point or if one of them had a death threat over the other but the blonde wouldn’t be surprised if he walked in on them doing weird shit like…bonding.

      it didn’t take any time at all for her to start integrating into his life.  at first, because he was having fun.  then hale got attached.  then shay.  not to mention the way astrid was able to handle both tig and bobby with grace.  jax  couldn’t pinpoint when it started happening but all of a sudden he was constantly reaching for  her hand and hoping she’d stay over for the night.  

     the second fuck put him on edge.  the tone didn’t strike him as fear.  it was closer to frustration.  then there was the slightest wedge between them as she reached back into her back pocket for a folded piece of paper.  his eyes focused on her facial expression while it unfolded.  everything was shifting too fast, he was trying to process what she was saying while also trying to think about what this had to do with stahl.  of course they’d protect her.  why wouldn’t they?  but what did she need protecting from?  based on how they first met he’d always figured she was running from something.  hadn’t been his business to ask.

     “ astoria grim, “ his voice is flat.  the hand from his hip raises from her body so he can hold the paper with both hands, as if that would magically make him understand what the fuck was going on.  “ hold up, “ absently, jax pushes the cup of pencils to the side and they fall to the floor.  he leans against the corner of the desk to go over everything again.  a name.  description.  another name.  money.   it wasn’t the norm in terms of wanted information so his first instinct didn’t land on crime.  his brain also seemed to be stuck on the part about leaving.  what about anything on the piece of paper meant she had to leave?  and why did the thought make his chest so tight?

     a knock brings his attention up.  tig pokes his head in and the latter part of what astrid - astoria? - said is starting to catch up.  not a fugitive.  so, his instincts were right.  hey, jax, man, that flat’s gonna need a rim-  “ not right now, tig. “  we might be able to order it bef-  jax didn’t need to raise his voice before the older man held up both hands and closed the door.

     his brain wants to go down a dangerous rabbit hole of being left behind.  it triggered when she mentioned leaving and not his brain was trying to put a wall between it and the emotions bubbling inside his chest.  that weird blankness he sometimes felt when shit got too hard.  but standing there, watching the tears, jax held on to the idea that maybe astrid wanted to stay.  did she want to stay as badly as he wanted her to?

     “ i’ll have the prospect get your car.  bring it to my place, “ the paper gets folded back up and shoved into one of her front pockets when he reaches to pull her between his legs.  he tilts his head to the side, using his other hand to brush colored strands from her cheek.  “ let’s have a conversation about this away from all these knuckleheads.  if we stay in here much longer they’ll try to see if i’m fucking you on the desk. “  the playful smile isn’t what it usually is but he’s trying to lighten the mood.  “ if you want to stay i already know my mom’ll go to bat for you with clay.  so will i.  club doesn’t need to know all of it.  whatever it is.   i know they won’t call in for the money.  c’mon.  we’ll talk about it. “  both hands lower, patting a light pattern against her ass until there’s enough room for him to stand.  the keys for his harley are taken from a hook on the wall, replaced with the light blue mechanic shirt.

     as he walks through the bays he shouts to both tig and shay that he has to leave for a little bit.  tell half-sack to take the lock pick set to astrid’s car on main.  key’s locked inside.  with that settled he grabs the kutte off the toolbox and heads over to his harley.

It's—well, it's humiliating, truth be told, and infuriating. She's not sure what prompted the tears (anger at Stahl, for putting her in this position? anger at herself, for not knowing what to do? relief, for not having to figure it out alone, for once?) but she knows she's pissed about their presence. For a moment she wants nothing more than to fall back into a lie. It'll be so much simpler, so much more familiar, if she doesn't have to get this out.

There has been an unexpected joy in being Astrid Vogel. Truth be told, she's not sure she wants to go back to being Astoria Grim at all.

"Fuck," she says quietly, and she reaches into her back pocket to withdraw the folded paper. She doubts that he meant to mention the guns to her, but now that he has he can't take it back. Given that this particular secret has the potential to make life difficult for him, the whole of the club, and he's trusted her with this (intentionally or otherwise) she can't help but feel that she owes him the truth. She drags a hand under her eyes impatiently, runs her damp palm against the thigh of her jeans, and she holds the paper out for him to take.

Rip off the band-aid, she thinks miserably, and at least now she can't back out of it. "Before you look at this—I didn't tell her anything. And I don't intend to. You've all been good to me." You've been good to me. "And I don't fuck around with cops, for any reason. So I'm not—I don't want anybody protecting me, I'm not looking for anyone to clean up after me. This is my mess. Not anyone else's." She hesitates, presses the paper into his hand. "And for what it's worth, I did plan to tell you, and soon. She just got there first. I don't know how. But you deserve to hear it from me."

The information below the picture is nothing new. Astoria Ileana Grim, 28 years old. Last seen in London only a few months before. The tattoos he knew about are listed, but those don't really look the same. What she was wearing when she was last seen. Her grandfather's contact information, and the promise of money, if anyone has information on her. It's not illegal to run. The worst Stahl can get her for is falsified documents, and given her family and the money she'd have at her disposal, a fine, even jail time, would be the last of her worries.

Part of her wonders if it was actually her grandfather's doing, putting a flyer like this together and distributing it to anyone. If she's been officially declared missing, then that's a whole new pile of shit to sort through. Could always be Elyssa, trying to get a direction for where to look. "I didn't anticipate it getting here this fast. I don't know how she got hold of this. Could even have been chance.

She takes in a slow breath, sniffs hard. What will change, if anyone knows this about her? Will she change? Or just how they see her? "All my shit's in my car. I'll either need somebody to break in and drive it back, or to bring me out there. And if potential attention on you all puts you in any sort of danger, I'll be out of here by morning." She doesn't want to leave Astrid behind. She doesn't want to leave. "And we can talk anywhere you want to go. I'll answer any questions you have, but—you need to know that bitch can use this, and possibly make real trouble for you. And I don't want the shit I'm in to hurt you. Any of you, but—especially you."

Astoria—Astrid—whoever she is these days bites down on the inside of her cheek until she tastes blood. "I'm not asking for anything," she insists quietly. "You just—you deserve to know. You've done nothing to make me think I can't be honest with you." She runs a hand through her hair, lets out a watery laugh, sniffs again. "I'm sorry you're getting dragged into my shit. I really am. But you're not harboring a fugitive, or aiding and abetting, or anything like that—it's a personal thing, and I'll tell you all about it, anything you want to know. But she can make things much harder for you. You need to know that."

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Fall For You - Chapter 4

Characters - Jax Teller x OFC (Katrina)

Summary - Katrina leaves an abuse relationship and heads home after finding out about her father’s passing. Old feelings come back to the surface for a person from her past. Story will follow the events of the show as much as possible. How might have Jax’s story changed with a different woman in his life.

Word Count - 8152

Warnings - NSFW, Hardcore Smut, Violence, Angst, Adult Language, Dark Themes, Fluff, Miscarriage, Pregnancy, Accident, Mentions of Physical and Emotional Abuse, Self-Harm. Drinking.

Will add to the warnings as the story progresses. Warnings cover the whole series. Some parts will be more mild than others.

A/N - Feedback is welcomed and encouraged, and may help motivate me to continue. All mistakes are my own. If you would like to be tagged in future parts, please send me an ask to be added to the list.

I know this chapter has been a long time coming. Just took me awhile to get the pieces to fit into the right place. I can only hope that I did it justice. This chapter ended up being twice as long as I expected. I hope that helps make up for the long ass wait…. Oh and there is an added bonus at the end of the chapter…..Smut….If you’re into that kind of thing. I apologize in advance if it sucks…. Been a long time since I’ve written steamy sex scenes. Thanks for following along on this crazy ride.

Katrina spent the week following her father’s funeral preparing the house to put up for sale. She had no desire to continue living in the house that harbored so many bad memories. Her only regret is that bad memories out weigh the good ones involving her mom. She went through all of her father’s belongings. She saved the important stuff, family mementos that mainly involved her mom, some things from her father’s past that she’s curious about, and some items from her childhood. She was surprised to find a shoebox in her closet filled with notes that her, Jax and Opie passed to each other in school. She knew that she should throw them away, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. The stuff she didn’t want to keep was piled up in the driveway under the carport beside the garage for the local thrift store to pick up.

She is leaving the furniture in the house at the recommendation of the Realtor. He told Katrina that having furniture in the house gives potential buyers a better idea of the size of the rooms. Katrina doesn’t really care either way, the furniture will be donated as soon as the house sells. The old Dodge Challenger in the garage Katrina plans to keep. Even if she has to rent a storage unit to store it in until she finds a new place to call home. She is only keeping the bare necessities in the house for her to use until she leaves.

She has to admit that she’s a little relieved that she hasn’t had any unexpected guests. Everything has been pretty quiet since the funeral, other than the explosion that occurred the night before last, on the outskirts of town. She can’t help but wonder if Samcro was somehow involved with it. Maybe that was why Jax hasn’t tried to stop by.

Katrina spent some time pouring over the old photos in her father’s stuff. On the back of the photo of him dressed in Native American regalia was written “Pine Ridge Res”. She wondered if maybe his family lived on the reservation. Maybe she had an aunt or uncle still living there. She was seriously considering taking a drive up there to investigate. Hopefully learn more about his past, so maybe she can understand why he became such a bitter asshole of a father. South Dakota might also be a good place to get a fresh start, away from Charming and far away from Vince.

Katrina puts the photos in an envelope and places it with her duffle in her bedroom. She fixes herself something to eat once she realizes that it’s already evening time. While she is eating, she thinks about the meal Gemma prepared for the dinner after her father’s funeral. She still feels a little guilty for leaving the way that she did. Gemma has a good heart, and has always treated Katrina like family, even if she has a tendency to meddle. Katrina knows in her heart it wouldn't feel right to just leave town without expressing her gratitude to Gemma for all of her help. Once Katrina finishes eating, she cleans up then grabs her jacket. She’s getting a little stir crazy at the house and decides to head over to TM to see if Gemma is still there working in the office. It’s getting a little late, but she remembers Gemma used to work all hours of the day and evening depending on how busy they were.

As Katrina rode her Harley to the shop she knew she was taking a chance on running into Jax. Hopefully he’ll be out doing club stuff, and won’t notice her there. When she pulled into the parking lot at Teller Morrow it was mostly empty save a couple cars and bikes. She parks her bike near the office, relieved to see Gemma’s car parked near the door. When Katrina turns off her bike, she’s surprised that there’s no loud rowdy music coming from the clubhouse. It’s actually pretty quiet. There is light filtering from the office window, so she’s fairly confident that Gemma’s inside. Katrina quietly walks inside the open door, catching Gemma off guard.

“Hey baby, what brings you by?” Gemma asks with concern in her voice. Katrina notices that Gemma looks tired, like the weight of the world is resting on her shoulders.

“I wanted to apologize for leaving the dinner the way I did last week. I feel really bad about it, especially after everything you did to help. I think all the emotions were getting to me, and it was hard listening to all the stories about my father.” Katrina sincerely expresses to Gemma.

Gemma gestures to the chair next to desk, and Katrina takes a seat. “That’s ok baby, I know how hard it is to lose someone. It can take a minute to process everything going on. How are you doing now?” Gemma asks while lightly rubbing Katrina’s arm that is resting on the corner of her desk.

“Better. I cleaned out the rest of the house, got it listed with a real estate agent.” Katrina replies.

Gemma looks a little surprised. “So I guess that means you’re not planning on sticking around.”

Katrina can hear the disappointment in Gemma’s voice. “I don’t belong in Charming anymore. Never really did. I’ll probably stick around for a little bit to make sure everything goes ok with the showings of the house. Then I’m probably gonna take off.”

Gemma shakes her head at Katrina’s first comment. “You’ve always belonged here, Kat. I know Jax and Opie have missed you. I’ve missed you. You were like the daughter I never had. Don’t ever feel like you don’t belong here. You’re family.” Gemma looks Katrina straight in the eyes as she grips her arm.

Katrina sighs as she looks away. If only Gemma knew the truth about her father, maybe she’d understand why this town carried so many bad memories for her. Not to mention the whole Jax and Tara thing. “How are things going here? The clubhouse is pretty quiet.” Katrina asks trying to change the subject.

Gemma loosens her grip on Katrina’s arm. “Been a busy last few days. The club’s dealing with a Mayan problem. Jax’s junkie whore of an ex-wife, Wendy, just gave birth to his son. We don’t know yet if the baby is going to make it. He was born 10 weeks premature with a tear in his abdomen and the family flaw. I just got back to the office after spending a few hours trying to straighten up Jax’s house from the mess his ex left.” Gemma grabs a cigarette from her pack on the desk and lights it.

Katrina is in shock. She didn’t know Jax had an ex-wife and a newborn baby. “Wow. I had no idea.” She’s a little surprised that he was involved with a different women. She had alway imagined that he’d be married to Tara.

“Yeah, it’s been a little crazy around here.” Gemma sighs. “Jax won’t see his son in the hospital. Something about not wanting to get attached incase he doesn’t make it. Which is bullshit, he just doesn’t want to get his heart broken.” Gemma looks at Katrina with a pleading look in her eyes. “Do you think you could talk to him?” Gemma asks hopeful.

Katrina feels uncomfortable with the request. “I don’t know about that.” She tries to decline gently, shaking her head.

“Please, Kat. He won’t listen to me. You and him were so close. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” Gemma pleads.

Ugg. It was the last thing Katrina wanted to do. Get in the middle of family drama. She really doesn't feel it’s her place to get involved, especially since she’s been gone for so long. She’s not as close to Jax as she used to be. She has been trying to avoid that. But seeing Gemma upset breaks her heart. “Ok. I’ll try to talk to him. I can’t make any guarantees that he’ll listen though.” Katrina reluctantly agrees.

“Thank you, Kat. He’s in the clubhouse.” Gemma looks relieved.

Oh shit, right now? Katrina wasn’t expecting to have to do it so soon. She was hoping to have the night to think about how to approach Jax. Katrina reluctantly gets out of her seat followed by Gemma. Gemma takes Katrina in her arms and gives her a little squeeze. “Thank you baby.” Gemma whispers in her ear.

Katrina gives Gemma a light pat on the back before walking out of the office. As she walks to towards the clubhouse she takes deep breaths of the cool evening air trying to steel her nerves. Mentally preparing herself for all the questions she’s sure to get bombarded with. When she enters the clubhouse, all the memories of her, Jax and Opie running around came flooding back to her. It was where she had her first shot of whiskey on a dare, learned to play poker, rocked out to loud music, and almost had her first kiss. It felt like home.

It was pretty quiet inside the clubhouse, with the exception of music playing at a low volume. She was surprised that there was no one there besides Jax. She spotted him at one of the tables, lost in thought and milking a bottle of whiskey. “So I hear congratulations are in order.” Katrina startles Jax from his drink.

Jax looks up in surprise at the intrusion. “You must have been talking to mom.” He sourly replies.

“Jackson Teller, a father.” Katrina teases him as she nears the table.

“Yeah, for how long.” Jax grumbles.

“Your mom said that you haven’t seen your son yet. Why not?” She asks as she takes a seat at the table across from Jax. She notices the sadness in his eyes at the question.

“Don’t really want my heart broken.” Jax replies, staring at the amber liquid in his glass.

“Yeah, she mentioned the heart defect and stomach issues. Something about a junkie whore. Regardless of that, if it was my son, I would be spending every second I could with him.” Katrina tries to encourage him. “Besides that, he’s got a tough as nails father, so he’s gonna be a little fighter. He’ll pull through.”

Jax smiles a little at that last comment. “So what brings you by? Besides doing mom’s dirty work.”

Katrina knows Jax is trying to change the subject. At least she can tell Gemma she tried. “I came by to apologize to your mom about leaving the dinner early after the funeral.”

Jax nods his head softly. “Yeah, everyone was disappointed you left.” Especially me.

“I thought I could handle hearing the stories about my father, but it got to be a little too much to handle at that moment. Brought up a lot of memories.” Bad memories.

“So where have you been for the last 11 years.” Jax asks pointedly.

And so it begins. Katrina can’t help but wonder if it’s too late to walk out the door. She knew Jax was going to have questions, and she had really hoped to avoid them. She gets up from the table to grab herself a shot glass and a coke from the bar, before returning to her seat. This conversation is going to require an excessive amount of alcohol. She grabs the bottle of whiskey sitting in front of Jax and pours herself a shot. Katrina quickly downs the shot, welcoming the burn of the amber liquid as it travels down her throat. She then takes a sip of the coke to calm the burn. Jax patiently waits for her response, taking a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

“When I left Charming, I bought a bus ticket to Vegas. I got a job working at a casino restaurant as a server, and then I found myself an apartment. I became really good friends with a tattoo artist at a parlor in the casino. He let me apprentice under him and has been teaching my how to tattoo and the ins and outs of the business. One day, I hope to have my own shop.” Katrina decides to leave out the part about Vince.

Jax is surprised. The club has a charter in Vegas that he’s visited numerous times over the years. If only he had known Kat was there too. He might have been able to convince her to come home sooner. At the very least, been able to visit her. He’s missed his best friend. When Katrina left, it hurt more than when Tara left for school. It wasn’t until she left that he realized how wrong he was for not pursuing a relationship with her, despite his fears.

“I have to say, I’m a bit surprised that you and Tara aren’t married with a few little ones running around. And what’s this about a ‘junkie whore’?” Katrina asks. Turn about is fair play.

Jax lets out a soft sigh. “Tara left shortly after you did. She went to the university to become a doctor. Then she went out to Chicago to intern at a hospital. She begged me to go with her. To get out of this ‘cess pool of a town’, but Charming is my home. She was pissed that I prospected into the club with Opie, even though it’s what I always wanted. To follow in my father’s footsteps, and be a part of the club that he helped build. We fought about our futures, more than we got along. We started to grow distant from each other. I wasn’t to heartbroken when she left, like I thought I would be. I was more upset about you leaving than her, even though mom blames her for breaking my heart.” Jax confesses. “Tara just recently returned home and is working at St. Thomas hospital.”

Katrina shakes her head, not surprised about Tara trying to change Jax. She had tried to warn him when they were teenagers, but she had alway felt her comments fell on deaf ears. Some people have to learn the hard way. Katrina pours herself another shot and quickly downs it.

“The junkie whore is my ex-wife, Wendy. She was a club hang-around. Her and I started spending a lot of time together. For me, it was about fighting the loneliness I felt after you left. I never really loved her. We got married a few years ago. She started using drugs, so we grew apart. Separated for awhile. Then she got clean, and did a stint in rehab. We tried to make things work again and got back together. That’s when she got pregnant with my son. Things just didn’t line up for us. I wasn’t happy, so we started growing distant again. I filed for divorce a few months ago. Told her I’d help pay the doctor bills for the pregnancy. Haven’t heard from her in a while. Apparently she started using again even though she was pregnant. Mom went over to our house yesterday and found her passed out on the kitchen floor, bleeding between her legs, with a needle stuck in between her fingers. Mom rushed her to the hospital where they preformed an emergency c-section. My son was born 10 weeks premature with a tear in his abdomen and the family flaw. He only has a 20% chance of survival. I should have kept a closer eye on them, maybe this wouldn't have happened” Jax replies with regret heavy in his voice.

“You can’t blame yourself. If she wanted the drugs bad enough, there’s nothing you could have done to stop her. She would have found a way.” Katrina tries to alleviate some of his guilt.

“That may be so, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I did beat the shit out of the dealer that has been supplying her with the poison. Wendy apologized for what she did and promised that she’s going to get clean, but it’s going to take some time to rebuild that trust. I think she’s more worried about being charged with fetal abuse, then she is about our son. If Gemma has her way, Wendy won’t be a part of our son’s life. I can’t say I disagree with mom on that.” Jax has a defeated look on his face as he pours himself another shot.

Katrina matches Jax’s shot with one of her own. She’s starting to feel a buzz from the alcohol, but she’s not sure if it’s enough to get through the questions that she knows are coming. She isn’t slurring her speech yet, but it is getting a little easier to talk. It almost feels like old times, chatting with her best friend… almost.

“So… Why did you leave town, without so much as a goodbye?” Jax asks while looking directly into Katrina’s eyes. He sees a momentary flash of pain cross Kat’s face.

There it is. The million dollar question. The one she was hoping to avoid. All the pain and bad memories came flashing back to the forefront of her mind. She knew deep down Jax has a right to know, but it didn’t make it any easier. She can’t help but fear that once he knows the truth about her father, he’ll look at her differently. With pity, or guilt for not realizing what was going on and stopping it. She doesn’t want him to feel sorry for her, she fought her own way out and it made her stronger.

Kat pours herself another shot and takes a sip of it before answering him. “One of the reasons I left was to get away from my abusive asshole of a father. Shortly after my mom died, my father started to become distant to me. It was like the sight of me reminded him of what he lost. Almost like he blamed me for her death, even though she died from cancer. He would loose his temper over the smallest things. That lead to him breaking things around the house. If there were dirty dishes left in the sink, he would throw them across the room shattering them against the wall. If I left my backpack on the floor after school, he’d toss it. He started punching holes in the walls, kicking down doors. After while the only thing that seemed to calm him was liquor. As soon as he arrived home from work he’d grab a beer from the fridge, sometimes a couple of them. When the beer started losing its effectiveness he started drinking more hard liquor and getting into drug use. That’s when I started to become his punching bag. If I got in his way he’d hit or kick me. If he felt I was talking back to him he’d slap me across my face. He told me I was worthless, that I was no better than garbage, and that he couldn’t wait until I was no longer his problem.”

Katrina lightly rubbed the small row of scars near wrist with her thumb, slightly hidden by the skeleton torso tattoo on her forearm. She remembers the pain she felt inside from her father’s words and the relief she felt cutting herself with the small knife she kept in her pocket. She never cut herself deep enough for there to be very much blood, just enough for the physical pain of the blade sliding across her skin to distract her from the pain in her heart.

She glances at Jax’s face and sees the shock and anger in his eyes. Before she continues, she grabs a cigarette from the pack on the table, lights it, then takes a deep drag off it to calm her nerves.”That’s why I used to wear long sleeve shirts and jeans in the middle of summer. To hide all the bruises and scratches on my arms and legs. I stayed out as late as possible with you and Opie, hoping that my father would be passed out before I got home. Some times I’d get lucky and he’d be asleep on the couch, other times I was greeted with him calling me a slut or a whore for staying out so late with the guys. I tried to avoid him as much as possible. When it got closer to graduation I started planning my escape. I saved as much money as I could from my after school job, and used it to buy a bus ticket. I just always seemed to be in the way. So when I got old enough, I got out of the way”

"Why didn't you say something? Tell us that was going on.” Jax is heartbroken and angry to find out that his best friend had been suffering and he did nothing to stop it. He remembered the nights when he, Katrina and Opie hung out. Remembered her reluctance to go home when Gemma said it was time to get ready for bed. Or the nights Katrina begged him to hang out for just one more hour, even though it was already getting pretty late.

"What? So that you could 'save me'. I didn't want your pity or for you to feel sorry for me. I didn't need you to fight my battles.” Katrina defends her silence on the matter, a hint of scorn in her voice.

"So you run away instead? Leave behind every one you've ever known. The people that love and care about you." Jax accuses her, the hurt evident in his eyes.

"Seems to me like you were busy loving someone else." Katrina mumbles under her breath.

Jax gives Katrina a confused look. He wasn’t sure he heard her right, but he had a feeling she was referring to his relationship with Tara. “Now that your father is gone, are you planning on sticking around Charming?” Jax asks, hopeful that there may be an opportunity for them to spend more time together. To reconnect.

Katrina sighs before downing the rest of her shot. “I put the house on the market. The stuff I plan on keeping I’m going to get a storage unit for until I find a new place. I’m not planning on going back to Vegas, but I am thinking of heading north. Maybe towards the Dakotas.” She sees the disappointment on Jax’s face.

“I was kind of hoping that you were going to stick around for a bit.” So maybe I could change your mind about leaving. Jax feels crestfallen, his heart is pounding in fear that she’ll leave and he’ll never get a chance to find out if they would be good together. Ever since Katrina returned to Charming, the what if’s and should’ve beens have been plaguing Jax’s mind. He knows now that it was a mistake hooking up with Tara back in high school. It should have been Kat. She always understood him, never made him feel that he had to choose between her or the club. Things might have been so different for both of them.

“I was going to stick around for maybe another week or two, just to make sure there are no problems with showing the house. Incase something major needs to be fixed.” Katrina reassures Jax, although, by the look of his face he’s not.

“So are you seeing anyone?” Jax isn’t sure he really wants to know the answer, but he can’t help himself. He has to know if she’s involved with another man. If there is even the slightest chance he can convince her to stay.

“I was, but it’s over now.” She really doesn’t want to elaborate on her relationship with Vince, and she hopes that answer is enough to appease Jax.

Jax feels a flicker of hope. “You said your dad was one of the reasons why you left, were there any other reasons?” Despite what Kat was going through with her dad treating her like shit, Jax still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that she would just leave. Without any warning or even a goodbye. They were best friends. He has never felt as close to another person as he did her, and for her to disappear the way she did, crushed him. He has a feeling there is more to the story.

Katrina groans inwardly at the question, but at this point, with the alcohol coursing through her veins she feels there is no point in holding back. She has already confessed one of her darkest secrets by revealing her past with her father, what’s one more secret. It’s not like it can change the past.

“The other reason I left was because it killed me seeing you and Tara together. I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids. I thought as we grew up and got older those feelings would change, but they never did. I was in love with you and it broke my heart seeing you with her.” Katrina confesses feeling extremely exposed. She just laid her heart and soul on the table.

Jax is blown away by her answer. He feels a sense of relief that she shares his feelings. He knew she cared about him when they were younger, but he always felt that she probably cared about him in a sort of brother sister way. To find out that she was in love with him made his heart soar, and gave him even more hope that there is a chance they could be together. If he can convince her to stay and give them a chance. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt?” Jax asks, even though he can guess her answer.

“I was afraid you didn't feel the same way towards me, and it would just come across as jealously towards Tara. That it would change the way you felt around me, the way you acted around me. I was afraid of losing my best friend.” Katrina admits.

Jax feels like a dumbass now. All this time wasted that they could have been together. If they wouldn’t have been so afraid to tell each other. “I also have something to confess. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Since we were kids.”

Katrina looks at Jax with surprise on her face. She never expected to hear those words come out of his mouth. Maybe he didn’t mean it. Maybe it was the whiskey talking. "So why didn't you ever tell me how you felt?" Katrina asks, genuinely intrigued.

"Because I was terrified that if or when I fucked things up between us, I would not only lose the woman I loved, but I'd also lose my best friend. It wasn’t until after you left that I realized the mistake I made. And I lost you anyways." Jax admits, his voice filled with sadness and regret.

“If you had feelings for me, then why did you hook up with Tara?” Katrina asks in confusion.

“I had some feelings for Tara, but I don’t think I was ever truly in love with her. She was more of a distraction from my feelings for you. Same with Wendy. Every time I was with them, it was your face I saw.” Jax feels a little weird for revealing that part, but it was the truth. Every woman he’s been with he pictured Kat’s face. Wished it was her, he was with.

“When you were dating Tara, I always felt invisible to you. I felt like you saw me as just one of the guys. You started to become distant to me, so I started spending more time with Opie. It seemed like every time you paid even a little bit of attention to me, Tara would snatch it away. It got to the point, where I started avoiding you, to keep myself from getting hurt.” Katrina confesses.

Jax winces at her words. He hates himself for how he hurt her, even though that was never his intention. In his mind, he was trying to protect her and their friendship, by avoiding what his heart yearned for. “I am so sorry, Kat. I never meant to hurt you. I was just trying to bury my feelings for you because I was afraid. I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way towards me and I’d ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to lose you. You have no idea how much I regret those decisions.” Jax sincerely apologizes. He takes Katrina’s hand into his and looks into her eyes. The years of pain and hurt shine in her eyes and he feels heartbroken that he caused some of that pain.

“Yeah, well, that’s all in the past.” Katrina tries to brush it off. She still feels the sting of all those memories, even if it feels like a lifetime ago.

“What if we gave us a shot?” Jax asks, hopefulness in voice. He has vowed to himself that if the opportunity ever came up to be with Kat, that he wouldn’t hesitate.

Katrina looks at Jax in surprise at his question. She feels butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of finally getting what she had always wanted. To finally be with the man that she has been in love with most of her life, but another part of her feels cautious. “I don’t know, Jax. A lot has changed since we were kids. We’re not the same people we were back then. We’ve both changed. Hell, you’re a father now, and VP of SAMCRO.” Katrina is trying to rationalize in her head why this is a bad idea, even though her heart is pounding with excitement. The alcohol running through her veins isn't helping the situation.

“Come on Kat. We both have feelings for each other. I know the first time I laid eyes on you, when you got back into town, I felt butterflies in my stomach. All of those old feelings I had for you came rushing back. I can’t stop thinking about you, and how much I want you in my life.” Jax pleads with her. He has never wanted something as bad as this. To make a life with Kat by his side.

Katrina hesitates to give Jax an answer. This isn’t something to just rush into, especially with her alcohol hazed brain. She needs some time to think this through. She is supposed to be getting out of Charming, not tying herself down. She can’t help but be concerned about Vince. What if he tries to track her down. As much as she hopes that he’ll take the hint, that she’s not coming back, she can’t help but fear that he won’t be so willing to let her go. Even though she has no doubt that Jax will do everything in his power to protect her, she doesn’t feel it should have to be his problem.

“Jax, it’s not that easy. We both have other things going on in our lives. There’s no guarantee that us being together will even work.” Katrina tries to dissuade him. She doesn’t want to get his hopes up for something that may just be a pipe dream.

“At least we could try. If it doesn’t work then so be it, but I can’t live with the what ifs and could have beens without at least giving it a chance.” Jax tries his best to convince her. If he has to get down on his knees and beg he’s not afraid to do it.

“Maybe we should think this though. Preferably when we’re both not drunk.” A part of Kat wants to say yes….god yes… but she also doesn’t want to agree to something she might regret.

Jax is a little disappointed in Kat’s hesitation, but at least she hasn't said no yet. There may be hope.

Katrina gets up from her chair, her legs feel a bit wobbly. “I should probably head home, it’s getting late.”

“Like hell, you are” Jax replies a little too sharply, while grabbing the keys to her bike off the table. He rises from his seat to face her.

Katrina stares daggers at Jax, a little miffed at his tone. If he thinks he can control her and what she does, he’s got another think coming.

Jax quickly realizes how that came across. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out that way. It’s just, we’ve both been drinking…a lot. You’ve pretty much matched me shot for shot. I wouldn’t feel safe getting on my bike right now, and I don’t think it’d be a good idea for you to either. I’d hate to wake up in the morning, and find out that you wrapped your bike around a tree or something. You should probably crash here tonight.” Jax tries to explain.

Katrina is a little relieved at Jax explanation. It makes sense, although she’s not sure its a great idea to spend the night at the club house.

Jax approaches Kat, the draw of being near her to great to deny. He gently places his hand on her check, the memory of the bruise around her eye flashes across his mind. His thumb lightly caresses her check bone, but when there is no flinch from her, he is relieved that the wound has healed. He still feels that flash of anger that anyone would dare to raise a hand to her. He slowly lowers his lips to hers, aching to feel their softness against his. He has longed to kiss her for as long as he can remember.

Katrina is a little nervous at Jax’s closeness, but her body is quick to respond despite the warnings in her mind. When she feels Jax’s lips against hers an excitement courses through her veins. The feel of his velvety lips against hers was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey they have been drinking. Jax’s hands start slowly sliding down Katrina’s neck then around to her back, where he gently coaxes her into an embrace. Her body melds to his like it was made for it.

As the kiss deepens, warning bells go off in Katrina’s head. Her rational mind warns her that she should stop this from going any further, but years of pent up longing urge her to keep going. Katrina is swept up in the smells of leather, smoke and light cologne, with a hint of vanilla that seemed uniquely Jax. Before she realizes what is happening, she feels Jax’s hands lightly caress the sides of her breasts before traveling down her waist to rest on her hips. He draws her hips in closer to his and she can feel the evidence of his arousal. His breathing gets heavier, and Katrina feels the butterflies in her stomach.

Even though in her mind she knew this was a bad idea, Jax was like a drug, and she was jonesing for a hit. There was a passion between her and Jax that she had never felt with Vince. Maybe it was because it had been building since their youth. The feelings they had been holding back finally able to be explored. Katrina gives as much as she takes, returning Jax’s kiss with a fever of her own. She lightly rubs the tip of her tongue on Jax’s lips until he grants her access to his mouth. She hears his groan as he starts grinding his erection into her stomach. Jax starts guiding her to his dorm room without breaking the kiss. By the time they enter the room, they are both breathing heavily. Jax kicks the door shut with his foot, not wanting to break contact with Kat.

Katrina reaches for Jax’s belt intent on releasing it as she starts to kneel down in front of him. Jax grabs her arms and lifts her back up. “As much as I’d love to see your beautiful face going down on me, I want tonight to be all about you. I want to show you how strong my feelings are for you.” Jax expresses to her.

This is a new experience for Katrina, and she can’t help but feel a little excited about it. When she was with Vince, it was all about what he wanted and how he wanted it. Often times it seemed their lovemaking was very one sided, with her left feeling unsatisfied. Like she was just a toy for his pleasure.

Jax cups Katrina’s face and gives her another soul searing kiss. She can’t get enough of the taste and feel of his lips on hers. His hands wander down to the hem of her shirt and he gently lifts it up. They break the kiss long enough to get the shirt over her head. Jax then goes after Katrina’s belt, pulling it loose from its buckle, then he quickly releases the button on her dark jeans. He slowly slides her jeans down her legs then ghosts his fingers over her panty clad pussy. He smiles when he hears her sharp intake of breath. Katrina toes off her boots then slides the jeans off the rest of the way.

Jax takes a step back to take in Kat’s beauty while he kicks off his own shoes. Her black bra and panties compliment her tanned skin. He takes off his kutte and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. The question of whether Katrina has more ink finally being answered. He has seen the tattoos on her arms, but now he’s seeing a large dreamcatcher on one of her sides and a colorful feather on the other. There is a black crow with a purple background on her collarbone and an angry wolf surrounded by roses on her thigh. He can’t help but admire the art adorning her body and is surprised that he finds himself getting even more aroused seeing it.

Jax guides Katrina to the bed where she sits on the edge and watches as he removes his pants and white t-shirt. He tosses them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Jax approaches her in just his boxers not bothering to hide the fact that his cock is straining against the material. He tilts her face up for a quick kiss before his lips and tongue start wandering down her neck. He can’t help himself as he leaves a small hickey just above her collarbone. Jax caresses her breasts over the fabric of her bra, before reaching around to unclasp it and watching in awe as her perfect breasts are exposed. He takes one nipple into his mouth sucking and using his tongue to tease it into a peak, while he lightly caresses the other bud. His gently pinches and rolls her exposed nipple with his calloused fingers until it hardens and becomes sensitive. He then laves the other nipple with his tongue, sucking until he feels Kat squirm. Kat feels a tingling sensation travel from her stomach to her core. She can feel wetness gathering in her panties.

Jax lightly pushes on Katrina’s shoulders, encouraging her to lay back on the bed. Settling between her thighs he continues to lavish her body with attention, kissing and licking his way down to her panties. He starts rubbing her clit lightly through her underwear, just enough to cause her to squirm towards his hand. Her breathing becomes erratic, hitching every time his fingers touches the right spot. He can sense a bit of frustration from her at his teasing, causing his lips to curl into a smirk. Finally Jax runs his fingers along the top edge of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs, and leaving a trail of kisses and licks in their wake.

That first flick of Jax’s tongue on Katrina’s clit causes an explosion of sensations coursing through her body. She can’t remember the last time someone went down on her, making this time feel like the first time. Jax’s warm breath, and the feel of his whiskers rubbing on her most sensitive area threatening to send her over the edge. Jax can sense her body tensing up, like a coil ready to snap, so he starts kissing the inside of her thighs to give her a chance calm. Once her breathing returns to some semblance of normal he focuses his attention back on her core. The light ghosting of his tongue in her folds and around that little bundle of nerves feels like heaven to Kat. It doesn’t last long though. Jax quickly starts licking and sucking her bud like a man starved for water.

“God baby, you taste like honey to me, and I can’t get enough.” Jax praises her between breaths, as he laps up her juices.

It takes everything inside of Kat not to lose control. She runs her fingers through Jax’s hair as he continues his assault on her clit. His tongue then prodding her slit, going directly to the source of her sweetness. Katrina’s moans increase, and Jax’s name becomes a silent prayer. She then feels his finger teasing at her entrance. Lightly caressing through her folds, gathering moisture before sliding the slender digit inside her. He pumps his finger in and out, surprised at how tight she is. The feeling of her walls clenching on his finger sending a fresh surge of arousal straight to his already straining cock. He could tell the tip of it was already leaking pre-cum. Jax adds another finger inside her to help prepare her for what’s to come. He twists his fingers around and starts doing a come hither motion. Jax quickly finds that little bundle of nerves inside her that will probably be her undoing. He can feel her clench around his fingers and her thighs start to squeeze. Kat starts pulling his hair as he continues licking her clit and rubbing that hidden gem inside her. He can tell Kat is getting close to her release by her ragged breathing and the tightening of her muscles.

“Fuck, Jax, don’t stop.” Katrina manages between shuddering breaths. She can feel the knots in her stomach unraveling. Her impending orgasm right on the cusp of sending her over the edge. Her moans get louder the closer she gets.

“It’s ok baby, you can let go.” Jax encourages her. “Cum for me. Give me some more of that sweet nectar.”

That is her undoing. Jax’s husky voice beckoning her to release the flood gates. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her vision starts to fade and she is seeing stars. Her body shudders and her juices dribble straight into Jax’s waiting mouth. Jax laps every bit of it up as he slows the movement of his fingers. He tries to ease her down from her climax before removing his fingers.

When Kat’s breathing returns to normal she looks down at Jax’s smiling face. The evidence of her release glistening on he mustache and beard. Jax gently withdraws his fingers from inside her pussy, and she instantly feels a void. “I need you inside me.” There is a hunger in her eyes as Kat pleads to Jax. She wants…no needs, more.

Jax stands up and removes his boxers, finally unleashing the beast. Katrina is a little taken back by the size of his cock. She had no idea he was packing that much heat. Explains the loose fitting jeans. She feels a rush of excitement, and maybe a little bit of fear that it’s going to hurt. Jax sees her concern and reminds himself to take it slow, give her some time to adjust. She is nothing like the crow-eaters he’s fucked, girls that have taken so many dicks it a wonder they can feel anything.

“Do you have a condom?” Katrina timidly asks, suddenly nervous. Jax has already produced one son, she doesn’t want to take any chances that tonights actions result in another.

“Yeah, I do.” Jax can’t help but feel a little bummed about not being able to experience her pussy bareback, but he understands. He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a little foil package. Katrina watches in fascination as he tears it open with his teeth and pulls out the rubber. Jax strokes his straining cock a couple times then rolls the condom down from the tip to the base.

Katrina scoots up the bed giving Jax room to join her. He settles between her legs and pulls her face in for another passionate kiss. He then guides his cock to her core rubbing the head along her folds, gathering her wetness to help ease his passage. He lines himself up and slowly pushes his cock into her wet slit, going an inch at a time. He slowly rocks his hips back and forth, gaining an inch each time he pushes forward. When he finally bottoms out, he pauses for a moment, giving Kat time to adjust to his girth. When Jax stops, Katrina releases the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She has never felt this full before. There is a slight burning from the stretch in her pussy, as well as an intense pleasure at the fullness.

“Relax your muscles, baby. It’ll help.” Jax whispers in her ear, concern in his tone.

After a few calming breaths, Kat feels ready for him to start moving again. She tilts her pelvis towards him, and then gives him a slight nod. Jax sets a slow pace at the beginning. The feeling of her tight, constricting walls threatening to send him over the edge. He feels like a damn teenager, ready to blow his load after only a few quick pumps. It takes every ounce of his control to prevent that from happening.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Jax whispers almost reverently. He’s trying to stay in control, but he feels it slipping fast as he picks up the pace. Thrusting in and out, fast and faster. His balls crashing against her ass, as her walls clench around him. The tip of his cock brushing against her cervix each time he bottoms out.

Katrina feels the knot in her stomach growing. Every time Jax trusts into her pussy a tingle travels down her spine and straight into her core. She can feel her climax quickly approaching. She wraps her arms around his chest, her nails digging into his back. The moans coming from her mouth getting louder and louder each time his cock brushes against her sweet spot.

Jax can feel her tightening around him, and he knows he’s not going to be able to last much longer. “It’s ok, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Jax reaches down to her clit, rubbing circles over it with his thumb.

Katrina is plunging over the edge as another intense orgasm rips through her body. Every nerve ending in her body is tingling as her juices coat Jax’s dick and balls. She clings to Jax’s body as she rides out the high. Jax follows her after a few more thrusts, a wave of euphoria washing over his body as his cock releases rope after rope of warm cum. Jax collapses next to her on the bed, then he draws her into his embrace. His twitching cock still nestled in her depths. They both lay there for a moment trying to catch their breath.

“That was amazing.” Jax says in awe, his breathing still labored. His fantasies of her never even coming close to the bliss he just experienced.

Katrina nods her agreement, exhaustion claiming her body. She nestles into Jax’s warmth as he squeezes her against him. Jax kisses the top of her head, as a feeling of contentment washes over him. He doesn’t want this night to end.

After a few minutes the twitching of Jax’s cock subsides and it begins to soften. He wraps his hand around the base of it to hold the condom in place as he withdraws it from Kat’s warm depths. Even as sleep starts to claim Kat, she can’t help the groan that escapes her mouth at the loss of the fullness in her pussy. Jax chuckles a little at the pout now gracing her face. He disposes of the condom in the trash, before heading into the bathroom to clean up. Once he is done cleaning himself, he returns to the bed with a warm washcloth to gently clean Kat. She flinches a little when he wipes around her sensitive bud. He has no doubt that she’s going to be a little sore tomorrow. When he finishes with the washcloth, he tosses it into a nearby laundry basket, before turning off the light. He climbs back into the bed, pulling the covers over them. Katrina seeks out his warmth again, resting her head on his chest as his arm wraps around her back drawing her close. Sleep quickly claims both of them.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Tagging: @momc95  @jerseynurse82

[curvynerdfan]

Danny Zuko would never

Hey y’all! I am so sorry I haven’t posted in so long. Life drug me down into a routine of chaos to be quite honest. I can’t remember if this was inspired by a request or not so I apologize if I have forgotten to tag you. 

Jax x Reader 

Friends to Lovers, Sandy level makeover 

Warnings: cursing, mentions of addiction

Y/N was having a blast! Her and Gemma decided to drive into San Jose to shop for new clothes. Y/N worked with a non-profit medical assistance center in the pediatrics wing. She was off for the next four days and tomorrow was the Charming Fall Festival. Gemma had been really struggling lately, with her and Clay’s breakup and worrying about Jax now that he was President. 

Y/N was so happy Gemma asked her to join in on the shopping trip. The club mom had a habit of pushing the young nurse out of her comfort zone. Y/N was almost always in scrubs, jeans and oversized clothes. Not that it was a bad wardrobe, it worked for her purposes. But Y/N wanted to be daring and dress up a bit. Honestly she just wanted to catch Jax’s eye. Maybe even have a Sandra Dee at the Summer Carnival moment. 

Gemma said that Jax and Y/N were a pair of idiots, perfect for each other. Neither one realized they were interested in each other. No matter how much the people around them pointed it out the two remained oblivious. So when Y/N told Gemma that she was ready to do something bold, Gemma was over the moon with excitement. 

Y/N had never been the one to go over the top. Especially with her looks, but at this point she didn’t know what else to do to get Jax’s attention. She had money to burn and was ready to up her wardrobe. Gemma said if she wanted to get the title of Old Lady that they were gonna go all out. 

Y/N was suddenly very grateful that Jax insisted on sending Tig and Happy with them because she was not going to want to drive after the day Gemma planned out. Tig as Gemma’s go-to bodyguard and Happy as Y/N’s, all piled up into a Teller-Morrow rental. 

Gemma said that meant Jax already thought of her as his Old Lady, “Sending an enforcer, only happens for the President’s girl.” 

“Then why doesn’t he ask me out or claim me as his, huh? If he really thought that way then he’d do something!” Y/N protested 

“He cares for you and sent Happy! Make him step up and prove himself.” Gemma lectured.

Tig chimed in, “Sorry hun, Gem is right. Sgt. at Arms never gets sent with a random chick for a girls day, no matter how good a friend she is.” 

Happy let out a resounding hum in affirmation. Y/N gawked at the first shop they pulled up to at Gemma’s demand. It was a very nice vintage clothing and accessory store.

“I’ll buy you the first ten pieces of jewelry you find that fit a president’s Old Lady.” Gemma paused to laugh at Y/N’s shocked expression, “Move it or lose it sweet cheeks, offer ends in thirty minutes!” 

Y/N squealed and grabbed Happy’s arm tugging him along. While he was a man of few words, Y/N had a knack for deciphering his gruff responses and gestures. She knew he’d be great at helping her pick out some goodies. She’d hold a pair of earrings up to her face or model a chunky bracelet and depending on Happy’s response she’d add it to her basket or throw it away. 

By the time she met Gemma and Tig at the register she had collected a skull ring, a chain belt, crow studded earrings, a crescent moon necklace, a crow skull ring, an obsidian oval faced ring, a snake necklace, a pair of silver hoops, diamond stud earrings, and black dangle earrings. Gemma pried over the basket in judgement before giving a sharp nod and motioning Y/N to hand the items to the cashier. 

Y/N was happy to see that Gemma had found a few items to purchase for herself as well. While they were checking out Y/N saw several studded belts, a new mirror for her vanity, some vintage ashtrays and a gorgeous green glass vase. Gemma demanded that the boys load the car with her new purchases and locked arms with Y/N before strutting out of the shop. 

Next was a gigantic department store. Gemma dragged her through the store and repeatedly threw clothes at Happy and Tig to carry to a dressing room. By the time Gemma was done each woman had fifty or so items to try on and there were even a few things for the men to try on as well. 

They would all try on a complete outfit, step outside of the room, do a little spin or strut(stand and pout in Happy’s case), receive critiques or hype and then repeat. The boys ran out quickly and ended up lounging on a couch and offering opinions when asked. Gemma told Y/N that the goal was sophisticated grunge. She still wasn’t sure she understood, but she did feel very hot in everything they decided to buy. 

Next was shoes.Y/N decided to only buy four pairs and let everyone have a say.  Happy found Y/N the best pair of riding boots for women, Tig picked out some dagger-like heels, Gemma picked a pair of knee high heeled boots and Y/N picked white sneakers that matched the ones she bought Jax a few years ago. 

Last stop was a nail salon. Gemma sent Y/N straight to the back room to get waxed. When Y/N gave her a look and squawked at her, Gemma just twirled her finger and said to “do what needs to be done”. When Y/N stumbled back out of the room, Gemma had a mimosa waiting for her. 

Y/N couldn’t commit to long nails or a dark color due to her job but it was still nice to be pampered after such a long and challenging day. While getting their nails done, the girls talked through what Y/N should wear the next night for the carnival. The three pros of MC life gave Y/N a few pointers on how to own being an old lady. This still made Y/N scoff and worry that everyone was wrong. 

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The carnival was finally here and Jax was excited for some much needed time off with his family and friends. Gemma wanted to watch Abel for the night. This meant he could really relax and let loose tonight. No worries about staying out too late for his little man or limiting his alcohol or weed. It was gonna be great. 

At least, til he saw Y/N walking up, “What the hell are you wearing?” 

Y/N looked different, that’s for sure. She knew she didn’t look bad though. She had on a tight black wrap-around long-sleeve crop top, ripped jeans with fishnets underneath and the white sneakers she picked out. She even threw on some of the goodies that Gemma bought her. She cinched her waist in with the chain belt, the crow studs and skull ring added to the alure. Her hair was curled and she did her makeup, highlighting her sparkling eyes with black eyeliner and her plump lips with a deep red lipstick. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, holding back remorse for dressing up. 

“You look like a, shit, who are you dressed up for?” Jax questioned. 

“Why does it have to be for someone? Can’t I look hot without it being for someone,” Y/N put a hand on her hip, beginning to get pissed. 

“You look like you’re trying to lock a member down! Got your eyes set on one of the guys huh? You’ve been hanging around Happy a lot lately, trying to be his old lady?” He prodded. 

“Dammit Jax! I had my eyes set on you but I guess I can’t be your old lady unless I am pining desperately for you to rescue me! Maybe I need a stalker or some form of addiction for you to realize I like you” Y/N screamed, stomping off. 

Y/N knew that was uncalled for but her anger got the better of her but not even Danny Zuko would pull this kind of douche move. It definitely wasn’t going the way she thought it would. While she didn’t necessarily believe the others when they said Jax was interested, it hurt that he was so offended by her looks. Her eyes began to sting as she pondered why she even considered making a move. 

Jax lost his breath when Y/N yelled at him. He quickly got it back when a ringed had slammed into the back of his head. When he whipped his head around he saw a pissed off Gemma staring him down. 

“Remember how you sent Happy and Tig with us yesterday? She spent the entire buying stuff because she wanted to look like an old lady. She did that for you. We all encouraged her because everyone here sees how y’all feel about each other except the two of you. If you don’t wanna be with her, cut it off now and stay at the table. But if you want her to be your old lady like we know you do, you better chase after her.”, his mom said, matter-of-factly. 

Jax stared at her with his mouth open. He was still in shock. He always saw Y/N as his but didn’t think she would want to be with him. When she left for college, he thought he lost his chance. She came back and he was with Wendy. She dated some uppity guys here and there, he assumed that was her type and she was ready to settle down. So when Tara decided to stay in Charming and he saw Y/N out on another date, he chose to go back to Tara. 

To think that he and Y/N could have been together for years now was making his head run circles around his heart. The fact that she did all of this to be with him permanently seemed ridiculous to him. She could have just told him, but looking back she must have been trying for years. The dedication to him and the club wasn’t out of friendship but love. 

“Fuck”, Jax let slip from his lips as he hopped off of the table he was sitting on. 

He marched off on a mission, searching for Y/N. He stomped through the happy crowd and scanned the flashing neon lights with his eyes. He was pissed at himself. He knew his mom was right too, if he didn’t show his feelings now he and Y/N didn’t have a chance in hell. He just hoped he could find her. 

Y/N stopped at the ferris wheel. Her eyes were still stinging but she refused to cry, especially in front of all these people. She would either get up in the air and cry or calm down. She was losing it on the inside. Every single person she talked to said Jax felt the same way, but Jackson’s reaction was the opposite of what was expected. 

Y/N was at the front of the line when Jax finally tracked her down. Jax picked up his pace and managed to get to the ticketer as she got in on her own. Jax shoved a handful of cash into the operators hands when he protested and hopped in with her and shut the door behind him. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Jackson?” Y/N huffed

Jax flinched at the use of his full name, “I fucked up. Can we talk?” 

“It doesn’t matter, you trapped me with you. You got one loop to convince me to stay on the ride with you”, she demanded. 

Y/N was pissed. First, Jax insulted her and asked her if she was trying to nail one of his guys and now he wouldn’t even let her cry it out on her own. She was waiting for him to pull the “let her down easy” lines she knew the man had memorized. Except with Y/N it was going to be… 

“We have been friends for as long as I remember. I didn’t realize that you felt that way about me.” 

Y/N cut Jax off, “Look, we don’t have to do this. I’m trying to keep my shit together but I’d rather not do this right now.” 

Confusion graced Jax’s face, “No, I, I’m trying to explain. It’s not what you think.” 

“I’m pretty sure it is, Jax. You made your point earlier, if I want to be an old lady I should look to Happy and or another member.”, Y/N ranted, this last thing she wanted was to dig into why Jax didn’t want to be with her. 

“Dammit Y/N! I am trying to tell you that I love you, too!” Jax shouted, losing it for a moment. 

He pulled Y/N in for a kiss, one had cupped her face and the other pulled Y/N onto his lap. Y/N was shocked at Jax’s announcement and even more so at his lips on hers. 

By the time Jax and Y/N had finished a loop, she was happy to stay on the ferris wheel with him. By the time the ride had ended they had become a couple and managed to mark their claims on each other. By the time the duo made it back to the crew’s table, the group began to hoop and holler. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and ducked her head into Jax’s arm while he received high fives and slaps on the back in congratulations. 

“Let me know when to expect another grandbaby!”, Gemma said with glee as she walked past the happy couple with a sleepy Abel in her arms. 

To say the least, Momma Gemma is the best

Taglist: @justahopelessssromantic

[razrbladekiss]

TYRANTS | Chapter Eight - Angels Or Devils

WORD COUNT: 6.3k

WARNINGS: mentions of death, grief, tig, usual SOA shit

MASTERLIST

Irked, Chibs stuffed his cellphone into the pocket of his cut with a prolonged fuck to accompany the squelch of glass against leather.

He couldn’t get a firm grip on anything this morning.

Jax was at large, Isla and Tig had rolled onto the lot together looking much, much too comfortable, and Gemma was chewing every goddamn soul’s ear off about her son.

To say that he wanted the day to be over—before it had even commenced—was the understatement of the fucking year.

“Where the hell is he?” Clay barked from the front of the garage, turning to eye Isla directly. “You sure you haven’t seen him?”

“If I knew where he was, I would’ve told you by now.” Her retort was just as curt, prompting Tig to tense in his spot beside her.

He twined his hand around her bicep in order to calm her, but it was no use.

“Well somebody must know where he is—“

“You tried callin’ Tara?” Chibs cut the president off, hoping he’d be able to take some of the heat off of his daughter—the one that seemed to get all of Clay’s Jax-fueled frustrations launched atop her these days.

He just glared at the Scot.

“I can swing by his place? Make sure he ain’t there?” Tig offered.

“He isn’t. Wendy would’ve said.”

“Alright,” the sergeant smacked his lips together. “We’re gonna have to go without him, then.”

Isla hummed, agreeing with Tig.

That forced a vexed snarl from Clay, and she wanted to throttle him for being so fucking haughty today.

“What? He has a point. If we wait around for him, then we’re gonna be late and the other Sons will get to the cemetery before us. Jax knows where we’re going, and what time this fucking funeral starts, so just trust that he’ll be there!”

Her outburst was completely uncharacteristic. It was brash and loud, and Clay realized that her emotions were running a hell of a lot higher today than what they usually would have, so he allowed it to pass.

He cut her some slack because that was what she needed. Isla needed to blow off some steam, to raise her voice and yell out her frustrations because she would’ve let them bubble over, otherwise.

Plus, unbeknownst to him, she had started to take the Mirtazapine that had been prescribed to her, and she still didn’t know how to feel about it.

It was odd. Everything about today, was just fucking odd.

“Kids right.” The rasped acknowledgment came from Happy this time, nodding in her direction with that signature stoic expression he was known to host. “Jax wouldn’t miss this.”

“Alright.” Clay waved a hand tersely before gesturing to the sea of Harley-Davidsons parked side-by-side. “You heard ‘em. Let’s go.”

Tig grabbed at her hand as she went to slip away—exactly like she did to him last night—and pulled her toward him.

The moment didn’t go unnoticed by Clay and her father as they mounted their bikes, sharing the same look that’d been meshed with confusion and concern.

“You good now?”

She nodded, using her pointer finger to twist the crucifix that was sat against her neck, feeling a foreign heat prickle against her cheeks because all eyes were on them.

After turning up together today, people had their suspicions, too.

And those suspicions were mostly held by Chibs and the pres, but it was partly unrest because they both knew what Tig had done—though, Chibs wasn’t officially privy to Clay pulling the strings.

He would be, though. In time, he would find out for himself.

“Gemma and Wendy are heading out in the SUV. Are you going too?” He squinted underneath the sun, pulling his sunglasses from the neck of his shirt.

“I am.” Isla smiled, squeezing Tig’s hand. “Ride safe.”

She stood straight—not having to shift onto her toes because her heels provided some more height—and pressed a dulcet kiss to his cheek.

“Please don’t get into another fight today.” She expressed sadly, lightly ghosting her fingertips over the bruise sitting uncomfortably against his cheekbone. “I don’t think I have it in me to take care of you again.”

“I can’t make any promises.” Her lips curled upward, expressing some sort of smile—though, what with the forthcoming event, she didn’t feel too good about it.

But she remained silent, after that.

Isla got into the car without saying a single word.

The lull was of course grim, but stillness was what the three women needed. It was good for them to sit in complete silence—the only sound coming from the din of the car engine and outside of the vehicle—because it allowed them space to think.

She needed to collect her thoughts this morning, especially after what she had learned last night. Isla didn’t want to think that Jax would have flipped on Tig like that, but it was Jax.

He was unpredictable.

Never once had she felt a sense of outrage that she wasn’t sure how to quell whenever thinking of her best friend, but she was beginning to understand just why Clay was so pissed at his rashness lately.

Even if he was acting on instinct—using his conscience to rule his decisions—Jax was still acting recklessly. His desire to do the morally sound thing outweighed the need that his club had for him to carry out the act that would result in the greater good.

And he was right to stop Tig from pulling the trigger on that girl, but Isla was wary of how he had decided to handle it.

“You didn’t call me last night.” Gemma whispered as the car pulled up to the cemetery gates. “You said that you’d call me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Genuinely, she told her. “When I got in I just went straight to bed, but then Tig turned up at my place and he needed my help, and then—“

“You let him stay.” She finished Isla’s sentence with a hum, providing her with an unusually somber glance. “If there’s anything going on between the two of you, then it’s okay—“

“There isn’t.” Isla shot her down, impatiently waiting for the all-clear to leave the vehicle. “He got hurt last night, needed patching up and didn’t wanna go to the clubhouse in case he saw Jax again, and so he came to me. And, because I’m nice, I let him stay the night.”

“Why wouldn’t he wanna see Jax?”

Wendy’s qualm came unexpectedly. She hadn’t thought that the blonde was listening to the little back and forth.

“Because he was the reason that Tig needed his face fixed.” She spat bitterly when Wendy just blinked at her, hoping to God that they’d be able to get outside soon.

Her irritation with the VP was palpable, and Gemma couldn’t help wondering whether Jax’s stunt had a part to play in why she was so galled when his name was brought up before they left the garage.

Regardless, Isla was getting along with it today. For the sake of Opie and his kids, she was putting her hostility aside and paying her respects to Donna the way that she had always been taught to.

“Woah, what a turn out.” Her admiration for the Sons grew with every single member—every Nomad—that she saw riding along the winding road.

Isla moved between Chibs and Tig, holding tightly onto her father’s hand as they walked toward Donna’s casket.

“Still no Jax.” Almost relieved, Tig noted. “Wonder if he’s gonna ride over with Tacoma.”

“Doubt it.” The Scot added. “He woulda followed us. Dunno where the fuck he’s gotten to.”

“He’ll be here.” She promised hopefully, breaking away from the two men—shaking Chibs off when he held on a little bit tighter, not wanting to let her go.

The black dress she’d thrown on was hardly funeral attire, but the tights hugging her legs underneath the cotton made it a bit better.

Tig watched her pad across the grass and toward Opie, trying to sniff back his own tears at the sight of her taking a long-stemmed blue flower, kissing the petals, and placing it atop the coffin.

It was horrible.

“I’m sorry, Ope.” Isla pressed a kiss to her fingers and ghosted it over the wood, feeling her eyes dampen. “Anything you need—anything at all that you can think of for yourself or your mom or the kids—I’m here. Always.”

He couldn’t quite find the words to thank her, but she knew that he was grateful. Opie didn’t have to say anything for Isla to recognize his appreciation for her, for his family, and for everybody that turned out today.

Jax wasn’t there, though. Not yet.

And, perhaps, Isla being at his side during a time of such harrowing distress was her way of trying to comfort him because his best friend was nowhere to be seen. But she would’ve done it for anybody.

She just wished that it wasn’t Opie.

“I love you…So much.” She whispered through a smile when more people began to filter in, backing away to sit beside Gemma and in front of Tig.

The cool metal of his rings were against her shoulder in an instant, anchoring her back to earth after floating much, much too high above the ground.

She was in a distorted haze, so to speak. Isla’s head wasn’t particularly in the right place today, and it could’ve been down to a multitude of things—but she wanted to simply pin it on her grief.

Chibs saw the way she gnawed into her bottom lip, the way she continually pulled Diane’s crucifix across the golden chain as means of comfort—or, maybe, it was just out of remorse.

He noticed that his daughter—his little girl—peered at Opie’s children sitting beside their grandmother as they said goodbye to the woman that brought them into the world.

He wondered if they understood the weight of it all. They were so young, so impressionable, so innocent, and he saw a lot of Isla in those two kids.

The dull throb of Isla’s heart almost slowed to a halt when the funeral commenced, and Jax was still completely out of sight. Juice held his cut while he stood beside Tara, feeling his chest tighten.

It was difficult to understand just why Jackson Teller didn’t show for such an important moment in Opie’s life.

“I can’t believe him.” Tig hissed out in a whisper, completely ruffled. Isla looked up at the man behind her, holding a dainty hand on top of his. “I can’t fucking believe him.”

He didn’t know what to say. Clay didn’t, either. As he stood beside his Sgt. At Arms and peered down at the disheveled blonde, Clay Morrow struggled to find the words to elucidate his disdain for the lack of action from his step-son.

Donna was family. Opie was family. Family was meant to be there for one another, not purposely ignoring such a pivotal event.

“He’ll be here.” Isla repeated her promise, melting into her space as Tig leant over to kiss the top of her head.

Her eyes glazed over instantaneously, coercing her to turn away before she broke down.

But she leaned backward into his embrace, and watched the ceremony commence.

And it only took a handful of moments for her mood to perk up—as much as it could have under the circumstances—but she was conceivably happier at the sight before her.

“I told you.” She mumbled. She refused to let up her grip on Tig, though, holding onto him firmer now.

It was comfortable. He was comfortable.

“What the fuck…”

Jax looked like hell. Still wearing last night’s clothes—still bloodied and bruised from his scuffle—he sauntered over the grass and made a beeline for Tara.

Isla’s throat hitched.

“Did you do that to him?” She mumbled in reference to the slit in his lip, craning her neck to eye the blue-eyed man.

“Yeah, probably.”

She just shook her head with a tiny smirk, shifting her focus back to the asshole that was taking his sweet fucking time.

It didn’t upset her as much as she thought that it would’ve, watching him go back to her like that. If anything, she was glad that they had managed to reconcile because she made him happy.

But, for a reason unbeknownst to herself, she felt bad for Wendy.

To watch the father of her newborn take his cut from a woman that’d only been back in his life for five minutes, to hold and kiss her in front of everyone, was something she shouldn’t have had to witness today.

They weren’t together, but she knew how that was bound to hurt—to sting and incapacitate her because it was all still so fucking raw.

Poor Wendy.

He took one of the flowers away from the sparse pile, holding it to his lips, and placed it atop Donna’s casket.

Jax glared over his shoulder, shooting the two guilt-ridden men a look that read fury. He made sure that Isla wasn’t looking at him when he did that, though.

He refused to look at her.

And he didn’t stay, either. He paid his respects for all of thirty seconds before stalking away, and leaving the most egregious of tastes on the tip of each tongue.

The funeral flew by, after that.

Before Isla knew it, she was dismounting Tig’s bike outside of T M—again—and stumbling over her heels when she couldn’t quite find her footing. She’d been in a world of her own for the last fifteen minutes.

“You want me to get you a beer?” She asked, handing him her helmet. “Or did you want some of that wine you like?”

He snorted at her taunt, taking it from her. “Beer—but none of that shit Bobby drinks.”

Isla chuckled, backing away from the bike and Tig.

“You want a drink, too?” She asked Clay when he strode over, hands in his pockets.

He nodded, waiting for her to slip out of sight before turning his attention to his Sergeant.

“What’s going on with you two?” Clay asked him accusingly, snatching Tig’s attention from the blonde who was ambling into the clubhouse.

He waved the pres off, lighting a cigarette. “Nothing, man. She’s just been helpin’ me out—“

“That’s what you’re calling it now, huh?”

“That’s what it is.” Tig shrugged, exhaling the smoke from his nostrils. “Y’know what she’s like. She sees someone that needs patchin’ up, and she does it. That’s all.”

Unconvinced, Clay leaned closer to him—striving for the little moment to go unnoticed by those that shrouded the lot. Jax and Tara, for one.

“That’s Chibs’s kid. You be careful.”

“Ain’t nothing to be careful about, brother.” Tig ground his lips together, squinting upward as he rested against his bike. “We’re just friends.”

“You stayed the night with her.”

“Yeah—“

“Twice.”

“Clay—“

“In the same fucking bed!” He snapped, running a hand over his face.

His desire to protect the women in his life—to assert the dominance he had, or his authority—was remarkably overbearing at the best of times.

Isla and Gemma didn’t particularly need to be coddled the way that they’d always been at the hands of Clay Morrow and his club, but they were.

And the thought of his sleaziest, loathsome, savage brother getting closer and closer to that woman churned his stomach. Because he knew what Tig was capable of—what he did—and would be damned if anything were to happen to her at the hands of Tig fucking Trager.

Chibs would kill him, too.

“Nothing happened, nothing’s currently happening, and nothing will happen.” He guaranteed. “Clay, I swear.”

“Alright.” Dubious, the older man responded. “But, if there is, then you be careful. Jax is onto us, and it’s only a matter of time before Isla puts two and two together—‘cuz she ain’t stupid.”

Be careful. Be careful. Be careful.

How about you shut the fuck up?

“I know she isn’t.” Almost irked that Clay would assume he thought that, he retorted. “But she’s got shit going on too, man, I don’t think she’s gonna be focusing on this right now so you don’t gotta worry.”

“Alright.” Clay repeated himself.

He didn’t think that his right-hand was telling him the truth, but he couldn’t exactly do anything about that until an issue arose.

What he did know, though, was that Tig Trager would’ve had some serious hell to pay if he had ignited something with Isla right now.

Or ever, really.

“Keep Jax away from her.” He told Clay, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “She’s pissed at him for what he did to me last night.”

“What’d he do?”

Tig pointed at the cuts on his cheek, grimacing. “She’s fucked off, and if they talk she’s probably gonna throw something at him.”

“Eh. Let her.” Clay waved him off, hastily shutting himself up when he heeded her heels clicking across the gravel toward them. “He needs to be humbled sometimes.”

The rivalry between the two had only intensified since Abel was born and Jax’s priorities shifted from the club.

His family came first. His biological family came first.

And maybe Clay didn’t understand the implications and responsibilities that came along with fatherhood because he’d never had that bestowed upon him, but Jax did.

He knew that he had to provide for his kid, for the one being that was solely dependent on him, and he would never compromise or jeopardize that.

Things weren’t going to be made easy for the man, however.

“Budweiser for you.” Isla smiled, handing a bottle to Tig. She passed one to Clay, holding onto it a little firmer as she offered it to him. “And one for you—but you need to take this, and go see your wife.”

“Why?” Hesitantly, he accepted the alcohol.

Isla shrugged. “She just wants to see you. Seems important.”

“Shit.” Clay hissed, taking a long swig before striding away.

She watched him stamp toward the clubhouse, heeding the change in his mood, and wondered why Gemma was so determined to talk to him at that specific moment.

It could’ve been anything with that woman, really. It could’ve been something so minor, completely insignificant, that Gemma had to get off her chest.

Or it could’ve been something along the lines of elucidating the bone-crushing lament that she held for both her husband and Tig.

Whatever it was, however, Clay wasn’t excited to face her.

“What’d he chew your ear off about?” Isla asked, struggling to open her beer. She sighed, suddenly remembering why she loved her screw-top bottles of wine so much.

“Pass it to me.” Tig took it from her, using his own bottle cap to pop hers off. He chuckled at her grimace, handing it back.

“Thanks.” She groaned, lifting it upward. “So…What did Clay want?”

Budweiser blanketed Tig’s tongue and lips as he pulled the drink away from his mouth, using the back of his hand to rub at the excess.

Quickly, he wondered whether lying to Isla—fabricating the truth and downplaying his superior’s concern—was in his best interest.

But she was perceptive. There was no doubt that she’d realize he was lying to her.

“He thinks that something is going on between us.”

She rolled her eyes, taking a pull.

“What?” A little nervous—on edge, perhaps—Tig asked her. “Did you already know that he felt that way?”

“No.” Instantly, she retorted. “I didn’t know about Clay, but Gemma feels the same. D’ya think they’ve talked?”

“Oh, definitely.” With a small glower, he told her.

They absolutely talked about the two, and that was what worried Tig.

There was nothing wrong with them colluding against the pair, as a rule. He wasn’t offended at the thought, he felt quite honored actually.

But it was the connotation that came alongside those conspiracies. The idea that Tig was only so friendly—so supportive and loving—toward Isla because he wanted one thing from her.

And, really, Tig hadn’t pondered that thought before. Well, not before last night, anyway.

For the first time—possibly ever—sex wasn’t on Tig’s agenda with Isla. Enticing her, breaking her heart, and sending her on her way was not something he wanted.

But Tig was renowned for that, wasn’t he? He was known for being a hapless bachelor. A man whose priorities were neither here nor there.

Everyone just expected that. They saw him with her, and came to that one conclusion.

Maybe Isla expected it a little bit, too. Because she’d known him long enough to understand the kind of man that he was—or had the propensity to be—and she could hardly lie and say that this version of Tig didn’t confuse her.

He’d always been the same with her, though. Perhaps that’d been the difference between every woman that entered and left his life, and Isla Telford.

He wasn’t interested in her. Like that.

“Does that bother you?” With an almost undetectable twinge of hurt, Isla asked.

As if it was a basic instinct, Tig shook his head. “Nah. They talk shit all the time. Stuff like that don’t bother me.”

She nodded, refusing to add anything else. Isla sipped her beer, hoping that the ground would open up and swallow her fucking whole.

There wasn’t a single word in the English language that’d ascribe her feeling at that precise time, but ashamed was possibly the closest she could’ve gotten.

And, still, that was a little bit further off the mark than what she would’ve liked. Because she wasn’t entirely ashamed for reacting the way that she had, more so the way that she fucking felt.

Isla’s heart took a blow when Tig told her that.

For why, though? She wasn’t sure.

It might’ve been the nonchalant expression. The complete colorless response that stirred a foreign emotion within her—striking hard against her chest.

Or, it might’ve been what he had said. It was such a casual proclamation. Something that didn’t mean anything, but everything simultaneously.

She didn’t feel anything for Tig. She didn’t particularly want to feel anything for him, either, but that hurt. A lot.

“Same, to be honest.” She lied, forcing her lips upward in a smile. “Gemma is always on my case about this sorta thing. But I just let it go over my head.”

“Always?”

“Yup. Always.” Isla mentioned around the protruding lump in her throat. “If she’s not talking about me and you—like there is a me and you—she’s talking about me and Jax. And if it isn’t that, she’s bitching about Wendy, or Tara, or just anything she can think of.”

Like there is a me and you.

Tig sniffed a little, nodding. He didn’t want Isla to think that bothered him, but it did. A bit, anyway.

“She’s so overbearing, sometimes.” Genuinely slumped, she stated. Isla leaned against the railing beside Tig’s bike, finally looking at him. “Don’t tell her I said that?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckled, taking another swig. “I’d never purposely get you into shit with your mother—“

“She’s not my mother.” Her eyes rolled. “She acts like it, and I love her like one, but she is not my mother.”

Tig knew. He knew all too well just how Isla felt about that, and he wasn’t exactly sure why he said that to her, today.

Gemma was the best woman she knew and the one that, strangely, brought her all of the comfort and prosperity that she’d craved.

But she wasn’t her mother. She wasn’t close to being Diane, and maybe the comparison between the pair hurt a little. Because Gemma Teller-Morrow was nothing like Diane Telford—and the sooner everybody knew that, the sooner Isla could rest.

“I feel bad talking shit about her. All she’s done is help me.”

“And parent you.” He reminded her, tipping his bottle upward. “She parents all of us, but what I mean is she treats you like a kid sometimes. Jax, too.”

“Yeah. I know.” Peeved, she conceded. “But, what can I do? if I wanna keep her around—keep having her so close to me—then, I guess I’ve gotta make a few sacrifices. And, I mean, it’s not all bad.”

“No?”

“Absolutely not. I’m glad that she’s the woman that took a shine to me. If Luann ended up being the one…”

Tig smirked, sizing her up. “You’d probably be doing porn right now.”

“Exactly.” Without shame—not even feeling slightly bashful at the glance she was receiving—she said. “I don’t think I’d hate doing porn, but I don’t think SAMCRO would be thrilled.”

“Absolutely not. Chibs would kill you, for one.”

“And Gemma.”

“Clay, too.” Tig added, withering at the thought.

“What about you?” A little too bold, she asked.

Though their relationship was of the lighthearted nature, Isla wasn’t certain that the habitual riposte was a thing as of late. His response would probably jar her, she thought.

“I wouldn’t hate it.”

She halted, blushing at his words. Her ears prickled with heat, too.

“It’d be hot.” He shrugged, putting his empty bottle against the ground. “I’m sure Juice would love it, too—“

“Oh, get fucked.” She snorted a laugh, throwing the red cap at his chest as he got to his feet. It bounced off the fabric of his shirt, coercing a chuckle from Tig.

“It was only one time.” He taunted, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “That’s still one more time than most chicks ‘round here.”

“He wasn’t awful.” Isla shrugged. “He knew what he was doing, and I had fun. But, like, he hasn’t got any hair…”

“Hair?” Tig began to gesture downward, chuckling when she grabbed his hands to stop him.

“I don’t mean that. I mean hair on his head, Tig.” She calmed her laughter, letting go of him. “I like to tug on it, I guess.”

It felt somewhat illegal, obtaining this information from her.

He already knew that she was a sex fiend, that she liked it rough, and now that she had some kind of hair-pulling kink.

Tig’s chest tightened. So did his pants.

“Duly noted.” Like usual, he quipped. Tig motioned for Isla to head inside with him when he heeded things heating up between Jax and Tara.

She, as always, made a mental note to grill her friend later. Or, maybe, her friends. Because she and Tara were on that level, now, and she felt that things could’ve sailed smoothly between herself and the doctor.

Isla just hoped that she’d open up to her.

“Are you gonna talk to him?” He asked, reading her fucking mind. “I know that you two talk a lot.”

“Probably.” Her shrug was insouciant. “But I’ll leave it a while, I think. Leave the dust to settle over before I approach either one of them.”

Tig’s heart began to thrash. It battered viciously within the constraints of his chest, thumping at an unsteady rhythm the more Isla babbled on as they neared the clubhouse.

It was maiming him, having to keep this to himself.

He knew that concealing it—the weight of it all—was for the best. It’d guarantee peace and conformity within the club and Isla’s life, but it was also a crippling guilt that not even Tig was sure he’d be able to hold forever.

Clay was heartless, though. The nefarious leader hadn’t a single problem with lying through his fucking teeth, and Tig was more than aware that Clay would continue the charade if and when he decided that he could no longer.

He supposed he could thank him for that.

But, then again, he was also the reason that Tig Trager had found himself tangled within yet another web of lethal falsehoods. Thanking Clay was the very last thing that he wanted to do.

“Oh, shit.” Isla stated through partially gritted teeth. She gestured to her father and Happy’s scorned glares. “Why do I keep getting this fucking look from everyone?”

“It’s not you. It’s me.” He snorted another laugh, taking her hand and walking her further into the room after she stopped completely dead.

Really, Donna’s wake was as vibrant as it could’ve been and nobody—aside from Isla’s old man and the Tacoma Nomad—had their sights set on the Sergeant and Chibs’s daughter.

The atmosphere was strangely spirited, hearty and animated as everybody came together to celebrate the life of Opie’s wife…The way that they always had.

But Isla was still on tenterhooks. She loathed the thought of her dad disapproving of her, today, but she didn’t desire the castigation that would’ve come hand in hand with her need to talk to him.

“Tequila?”

“I’ll get back to you on that one.” She smiled at Tig, making a beeline for the bar when she saw Kip. He followed her.

“You’re turning down free alcohol?”

Isla scoffed. “It might be free, but the effects of it would cost me my fucking reputation here.”

Tig’s eyebrows raised. “How so? You don’t not drink, Isla.”

“I know.” Her lips pursed, watching Kip pop the caps off of six beers. “But I never drink tequila. It makes me…uh…it makes me feel a little hot—“

“Tequila turns you on, is what you’re saying.”

“Well, yeah.” A crimson blush bled over her cheeks, her nose, and even across her forehead as her entire face burned red. “It’s no big deal. Just something I discovered after getting black-out drunk when I’d barely turned twenty-one.”

If Tig wasn’t feeling aroused before, then he definitely was at her admission. He had to think of anything to throw his brain off of that mental image.

“I don’t tend to drink the strong stuff.”

“Unless it’s whiskey.”

She pointed with a smile, nodding her head. “That’s right—“

“Hey, what did you want?” Kip interrupted sheepishly, gesturing to the half-empty bottle she had between her fingertips. “Another Bud?”

“Yes, please.” Again, she smiled.

“Same for you?”

Tig nodded.

“Kip,” she began, “and you take something, too. You’ve dealt with these assholes for long enough, now. Take a break. I’ll man the bar if you’d like.”

“Oh, no, I can’t do that—Gemma’ll kill me—“

“With all due respect, fuck Gemma.” She heard Tig chuckle beside her, shrugging when the prospect glanced at the pair nervously. “She won’t say anything if I tell her that I’m the one that told you to take ten minutes away from the bar.”

“Yeah.” He backed her up, grinning. “She never gets mad at Isla.”

It was completely uncharacteristic of him. But she brought something out from the very chasms of Tig Trager’s cold, black heart, and he lauded that.

Not many people had managed to scrape beneath the surface that way, not even Colleen.

God.

Tig shook himself out of the daze he’d slipped into, watching Isla and Kip trade places as she stepped behind the bar, and he made a beeline for a stool.

He’d been standing for a while, now.

“Are you gonna join me behind here?” She asked, drawing Tig’s attention back to her. Isla held up another bottle for him, twinkling underneath the yellowed light above the liquor shelves.

She looked, almost, angelic.

“Sack—“ Tig grabbed at his arm when he tried to leave his seat, feeling the prospect go rigid under his grip.

Isla’s eyebrows bunched together.

“Take two beers for Hap and Chibs.” He released the grey shirt, grinning as he saw the man sweat—clearly anticipating something more than just doing a simple favor.

“Oh, sure.” Kip breathed a sigh of relief, taking the two bottles that Isla had slid toward him. “That all?”

“Yep.” She added, gesturing for him to get on his way and enjoy the break that he’d been appointed.

He headed toward the two men beside the pool table, handing them their beers and pointing toward Tig. He waved with a small smile—hoping to come off as genuine, rather than scheming.

Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Giving the two men a couple of beers to throw them off the scent—or, at least, to distract them from making a fuss—was just a ploy to defer attention from the two nestled amongst the alcohol.

And it seemed to work, too.

As Tig walked around the bar to join her on the other side, Isla popped a few bottle caps, mixed a few drinks, and talked to every person that stopped off in front of the oak, without being so much as glanced at by her father.

Gemma hadn’t noticed the change, either.

“You want anything?” She asked Tig, mindlessly pouring a glass of whiskey for one of the Tacoma guys. “Some tequila?”

Indifferently, he shrugged.

“Okay, well that was helpful.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, grabbing two shot glasses, “I’ll take one, if you do, too.”

“Tig.”

“Isla.” His tone was deriding, though she couldn’t help but smile.

She pushed the whiskey toward the unfamiliar Son, thanking him for showing his face today, and turned her attention back to Tig.

In the thirty seconds in which her focus had been diverted, he’d poured two shots, grabbed some salt, and two lime wedges from underneath the counter.

She swallowed thickly, hoping to god she’d be able to play off the effects of that liquor.

Because it was only the one, wasn’t it? She was only going to have one single shot of tequila and, surely, that wasn’t enough to intoxicate her…

Right?

“Aw, fuck.” She slurred, pushing the empty bottle aside. “I really—“ she hiccuped. “I really need to stop drinking.”

“Why?” Just as garbled, he responded.

“‘Cuz I feel like I’m gonna puke.” She snorted a laugh, pushing all of the limes strewn across the redwood into the bin. “And my breath stinks of tequila.”

He waved her off, looking at his chest as he wiped the alcohol from his leathers. “Tequila don’t smell that bad.”

Isla blushed, though she fished around her purse for some gum, regardless.

And her heart fucking plummeted to the pit of her stomach when she noticed the bottle of antidepressants in the smaller compartment, suddenly realizing that her excessive alcohol consumption tonight was for sure going to mess with her.

Shit.

“Water?” He asked, holding two empty glasses. He heeded the dread in her expression, how she looked like she’d seen a fucking ghost.

“Please.”

Tig handed her one of the glasses, slinging his free arm over her shoulder—mainly in an attempt to stabilize her—and padded over to the kitchen.

The clubhouse was a little more sparse, now. Jax and Tara sat alongside Juice, Chibs, and Happy, meanwhile Gemma and Clay were meters apart from one another.

But nobody seemed to notice the lack of manpower behind that bar, which was a wonderful thing. Because Isla feared that she might’ve collapsed had she not hydrated herself.

She feared that she might’ve said, or done, something that she might’ve regretted, too.

Tequila did make her feel “hot”, after all.

“God, I need this so bad.” She practically moaned, twisting the cold water tap, haphazardly holding her glass underneath it.

Isla didn’t even shut the water off, she just chugged that slightly lukewarm—strangely beautiful—liquid like her life depended on it.

“Fuck.” She gasped for air, putting her glass atop the draining board. “Oh my god, that was so fucking good.”

Tig watched in awe.

As droplets of water trickled from her lips, and chin, to her chest, Tig subtly groaned to himself. He stifled a reaction, however.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” She nodded.

Tig held her glass underneath the tap again, filling it half way. “You want some more?”

Isla took it from him, cocking her head a little when he didn’t let go of the glass. “What?”

“How’d that tequila make you feel?”

“What?” She repeated herself, forgetting about what she told him earlier. “Oh…”

“How’d it make you feel?” He pressed, releasing his grip though lifting his hand to brush his thumb underneath her glossy lips.

“Good.” Isla stumbled over her words, watching his eyes flick over her features. She gulped, though she put the glass straight back down. “Really, really good.”

Tig jolted, though relaxed when she let her hands rest against his shoulders. He hadn’t expected this today. Or ever, really.

“How good is really really good?” He asked, twisting a couple of ringed fingers through long, loose curls.

Her heart was no longer sinking to the pit of her stomach, but fluttering wildly within her palpitating chest.

“Pretty good.”

“Right.” He caught her bluff, nodding. “I could think of something that’d make you feel really, really, really good, y’know?”

“You think?” Isla leaned into him when a hand pressed into the small of her back, and the other holding onto the nape of her neck. She shivered. “Because I think you could.”

Confidently, he bobbed his head. “Oh, I could.”

She was a bundle of nerves, frankly. Tig was so nonchalant, so breezy, and she was just so fucking fraught.

But he didn’t seem to notice—or care—while he surveyed her face, grinding his lips together in anticipation. He lowered his head a little to meet her height, though she still stood on her toes.

“Make me feel really good, Tig.” She whispered, the citrusy scent of tequila permeating his senses, quickening the rate of his pulse.

Isla’s sweet, soft lips ghosted over his own as she exuded a satisfied sigh, loosening up at the feeling of their noses brushing over one another.

It was so gentle. She hasn’t expected a man of such stature, such hunger and animosity, to be capable of something so soothing.

An unmistakable burst of desire started to seep through her, humming against his lips as she opted to wrap both arms around his neck while he backed her up against the sink.

With the support against her lower back, Isla wound a leg around his waist as the kiss amplified and Tig began to grind his hips into her whilst simultaneously moaning.

She didn’t know how badly she needed this tonight.

Pink nails wound into his unruly curls, mindlessly nudging through the hair—pushing him to hasten. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, then. Lauding the flavor of tequila and cigarettes.

But Isla promptly froze at the sound of footsteps—heels, precisely—clicking across the tile.

“Tig, wait.” She jerked her head a little, urging him to stop. “I can hear Gemma—“

“You can see her, too.” The matriarch stated, rounding the corner and immediately coming into Isla’s line of sight.

Both Tig and the blonde shifted to look at her.

“Am I interrupting something?”

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I love you too - Jax Teller (fluff)

Request by anon: Jax teller x reader are in love with each other but they haven’t told each other what they feel for each other! The only person how knows is chibs

Hope you like it, enjoy. xxx

“I don’t think I can keep this up any longer.” She ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair, eyes covered by her sunglasses, a cup of coffee in front of her, Chibs next to her. He grasped her hand.

„Look at me,“ eyes found his dark ones. „You need to tell him,“ his accent grew thick as he took another sip of his coffee. Chibs and (y/n) always had been close, he was like her brother, (y/n) basically grew up around him and the boys. He was also the only one that knew of her crush, he’d promised to protect her secret with all he had, knowing that she’d lose all her trust in him, if he’d tell on her. 

Of course, since she’d spend day and night around the boys, she couldn’t stop her heart from reaching out to Jax Teller, the prince of charming. But, as usual, fate wasn’t on her side with this, watching him fall for Tara broke her heart in a million pieces, watching him with Wendy ripped her apart for the second time, she’d always keep a smile on her lips though, she was his shoulder to cry on, knowing that (y/n) would go through hell and back for him. 

Being the oblivious girl she was, (y/n) didn’t see the way Jax was looking at her with longing eyes, didn’t realize that it was him, that would rough up any boys that would come too close to her, didn’t notice the way he was now avoiding any girls that weren’t her. Jax was head over heels in love with (y/n), he couldn’t remember a day where he hadn’t felt his heart skip a beat as soon as she’d near. He had tried to get her out of his head, dating other women to finally forget the (y/h/c) haired girl that would appear in front of his eyes every single night. 

“Oi, Jax, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Chibs slight slapped Jax behind with a towel, smirk on his face as he realized that Jax was staring at (y/n) from across the room. A glare on his face as his eyes found Chibs.

„Bro, you need to step up your game“ Being the noisy man Chibs was, he was the second one to find out about his crush on (y/n), of course, Gemma was the first one to notice. (Y/n) was leaning against the bar, a bottle of beer in her hands as she chatted with Tig, eyes focused on him, someone she was just as close with. 

“So, I’ll be going on a date tomorrow,“ she whispered as she looked at her drink, cheeks slightly flushed as Tig pulled her in for a high-five. „You know, I’m only a call away if you need me.”, he kissed her hot cheek. “Why would she need your help?“ Jax was standing next to the pair, curious eyes watching them, eyebrows pulled together as he noticed that (y/n) tried to not look into his eyes. 

„My girl’s got a date tomorrow.” Jax gulped as he took in what Tig had just told him, slightly nodding his head. „How exciting,“ his voice dripped with sarcasm as he walked away from them, straight towards his bike.

(Y/n) tried to forget the hurt expression that had crossed his features, she was currently trying on a couple of dresses, she wanted to look nice, to feel confident in her choice of clothing. But, (y/n) couldn’t really focus on anything besides her throughs about Jax, her insides were churning as she realized that she’d probably never have her happy ending with the prince of charming. “Okay, breathe, you need to get ready.” She whispered as she walked into her bathroom, trying to forget the blue eyed man.  

The date went by relatively smoothly, he was a nice guy, quite handsome and tall, but, he wasn't Jax and he’ll never be. He walked her home, fingers interlaced with hers as they walked up to her house, coming to a halt as they noticed the dark figure of a man sitting on her front porch.

 “Jax?” Confusion clear in her voice as she let go of Johns hand, stepping into Jax direction, pulling her jacket tighter. “I think you should leave man,“ Jax voice was raspy as his eyes found the ones of (y/n)s date, jaw clenched as Jax grasped her wrist and pulled her into his chest. „We need to talk.”

(Y/n) whispered a small “sorry” into her dates direction before pulling Jax inside. “What the fuck Jax?” Anger swapped over her, he probably only wanted to see her, to cry about his long lost love Tar- cold lips were suddenly attached to hers, putting pressure onto them, hands grasping her middle, pulling her closer to him. It took (y/n) a few moments to react to his touch, she couldn’t really grasp the fact, that Jax was indeed kissing her, almost twenty years of waiting finally vanished into thin air. (Y/n) tangled her hands in his blonde hair, pulling on his roots as he slipped his tongue past her lips, exploring her mouth, tasting her. 

Desperate for a few breaths of air, (y/n) pulled away from him, her cheeks were flushed in a deep red, hands shaking, eyebrows furrowed together. “What?” Her eyes were focused on his lips, did he really just kiss her?

„Fuck, (y/n), I can’t let you date anybody that isn’t me. I am in love with you, always have been and always will be.” He ran his thumb across her cheek, uncertainty in his eyes as he watched her, it took her a few moments to pull him in for another kiss, “I love you too, Jax Teller.”

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It’s Positive (1/4)

Jax Teller x reader

Part One

**GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO: @barnes-and-parker and @charliehunnnamm​**

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It’s Positive Masterlist

A/N: Hi all.  This is my first Jax story.  This will have four parts which all will be posted this week (hopefully!)  Wanted to thank @rebel-without-cause-x for getting me hooked on SOA.

Warnings: language, pregnancy, childbirth, labor, brief breastfeeding, 

Taglist: @rebel-without-cause-x  @chibsytelford

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You and Jax had known each other for years. You were like a daughter to most of the men in the MC, but mostly Tig. Your father had taken a bullet for him, and he promised to protect you for the rest of his life.

You had been in love with Jax for a while. But in the beginning he saw you as just his best friend. He was always preoccupied with the club and whatever girl he was sleeping with. He did however still make time for you once a week to hang out and have movie nights.

You weren’t around when he was with Tara as a teenager. You and your father rolled into Charming soon after. You were the one to help pick up the pieces from that failed relationship, but he still slept with tons of women to get over the pain.

When he announced he was marrying Wendy, your heart shattered. It was right around the time your father had died and you were a mess. Jax had been there for you as much as he could, but you and Wendy didn’t get along. Drugs had killed your mother at a young age, so you knew all the signs of an addict. When Wendy pushed him away from you, you turned to Opie.

You and Opie had a small fling after that. Jax was a little jealous. He had never had to share you with any other guy because you never dated. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, you were so hung up on Jax and Tig did EVERYTHING in his power to scare every guy away from you. Eventually, you and Opie broke things off, so he could be with Donna, but stayed friends.

Jax and Wendy’s relationship was always messy. He had sent her to rehab a few times, but she never stayed. He filed for divorce after the last straw. You didn’t know that they had tried to rekindle their relationship until she showed up one day with a pregnancy test. Jax got scared and ran, so you made it your mission to help Wendy despite not liking her.

You tried really hard to keep her clean while she was pregnant, but it never worked. She had drugs hidden all over the house, so when you would take one stash, she would go to another. You and Gemma were the ones to find her on the kitchen floor bleeding. You instantly thought the worst. Gemma has sent you to go find Jax while she waited for the ambulance.

You were there when Jax saw his son for the first time. The tears in his eyes killed you, but he didn’t want comfort from you. That’s when you realized that Abel's doctor was Tara.

You sat at the hospital everyday just watching the baby. You had to admit that Jax having a baby made you a little excited. You had always wanted to be a mother, but having polycystic ovarian syndrome and an irregular cycle, you knew that might never happen. In the back of your mind you knew Wendy wasn’t going to be a constant mother figure in his life and Jax wasn’t going to be around as much, so you were determined to make sure that little boy had someone constant in his life.

When Jax brought Abel home and you were waiting with open arms to take care of him. That was when Jax realized he had feelings for his best friend. Jax never told you about his feelings, and he continued his relationship with Tara. The two ended up having a baby of their own, another boy, Thomas, who you also fell in love with.

But once Tara got overwhelmed with being a mother, being a doctor, and dealing with Jax and the club, she ran away again, leaving Jax with both kids. Jax had called you that night crying and you stopped everything you were doing to go be with him. That was the night you became a mommy to those little boys. He admitted his feelings soon after and you two started dating.

Jax asked you to be his old lady one day when you had brought the boys to visit him before a long run. He had been talking to the guys about asking you for a while. Asking Tig for his permission since he was the closest person you had as a father. Tig made sure to playfully grill him, but ultimately agreed. He had even given Jax the ring your birth father kept for you.

Seeing you walk over to him with both kids on your hips made his heart explode. He looked at the guys, silently telling them he was proposing right then and there. Once you got close to Jax, Chibs took the boys out of your arms and Jax got down on one knee.

“I knew from the moment I met you, that you were going to be in my life forever. It wasn’t until Abel was born that I realized my love for you was more than just friends. You’ve been by my side and have been my rock though out everything. I don’t know where I would be now without you darlin’. So what do you say, will you be my old lady forever?” Jax said as he smiled up at you. Of course, you said yes and one month later you had a small wedding.

That leads us to today, one year later. You were sat in Jax’s room in the clubhouse waiting for the results of the pregnancy test you just took. It had taken longer than you’d hoped to have a baby of your own. Jax could tell you were getting frustrated, but always reassured you it would happen when they least expected it and if it didn’t they had two beautiful boys.

You were taken out of your thought by the timer on your phone going off. Cursing under your breath, you looked over at the boys sleeping on Jax’s bed hoping not to have woken them. Sighing in relief, you got up from the bed and grabbed the test off of the desk. You started to cry when you saw the two very bold pink lines. You were pregnant, finally.

After you had composed yourself, you put the test in a plastic bag, then tossed it into the diaper bag on the floor. Grabbing the baby monitor, you walked out and shut the door quietly. Jax was over working on a bike so Tig was the only person in the clubhouse.

You stood next to him and wrapped him in a hug against the bar. “Hey doll, you feeling better?”, accepting your hug.

You chuckled,” I’m pregnant Papa Tiggy,” hugging him tighter.

Tig pulled out of the hug, complete shock and excitement on his face. He was about to start screaming until you cut him off,” I literally found out five minutes ago so Jax doesn’t know. Also, I have sleeping children down the hall, keep quiet.”

Tig pulled you back into a hug and kissed your head. He was so excited for you and your little family,” Oh doll, I’m so happy for you. When you gonna tell Jax and everyone? You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets.”

“I’ll tell Jax soon, but you have to promise not to tell anyone! Not even the ladies you sleep with,” you warned.

“My lips are sealed doll, I promise,” he replied, making the locking his lips and throwing away the key gesture.

You just smiled and pushed him playfully, then you noticed the time. It was time for church. You rushed to the club door standing in front of it so no one could get through. Jax walked over and kissed your lips, making the guys behind him roll their eyes.

“Hey darlin’ you're in my way,” Jax said while kissing you.

You pulled away,” I know I’m doing it on purpose,” you then pushed him back a little so everyone could see you,” I’ve got two sleeping babies in there. If ANY of you wake them up, I’ll cut ya!”

They all laughed a little and nodded, following you into the clubhouse. They all filed into the room as quiet as they could. You checked on the boys who were thankfully still asleep and then went about cleaning up around the clubhouse.

A little while later, everyone filed back out loudly, which you knew would wake the boys. Jax walked over to you grabbing your face in his hands,” You feeling any better baby? You're still pale.” You just nodded and pulled him into a hug. You hadn’t noticed Abel and Thomas come walking out of the room.

Chibs noticed the boys and ran over to pick them up. When he did his eyes widen at what Thomas was holding,” Uh Y/N what’s the wee lad holdin’?”

You turned to them and cursed under your breath, walking over to grab Thomas from him.

“Y/N? ,” Jax asked nervously.

Sighing as you turned to everyone,” It’s a pregnancy test,” everyone’s eyes widened curiously,” I didn’t want to announce it this way but... it’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

Cheers erupted in the room. Jax walked over to you, handing Thomas back to Chibs, then pulled you into the hallway. He grabbed your face in his hands again, “how long have you known baby?”

“Only a few hours, but I’ve suspected for a few weeks. I’m so sick and my boobs are sore. You're not mad I didn’t say anything right? I didn’t hear them get up and I shouldn’t have put the test in the diaper bag, knowing they both go in there,” you questioned panicking a little.

Jax then placed lips onto yours, “Darlin’ I’m so fucking happy I could scream it to the world,” he then placed his hand on your belly and smiled,” Just be happy Gemma wasn’t here. She’s going to be mad she wasn’t the first to know. Good thing, that’s where we are heading.”

Gemma knew something was up the minute you and Jax walked through the door. She brushed it off when she saw her grand babies. You managed to keep the secret until after dinner. You had just put the boys in their room to play for a while, then walked back into the kitchen to help Gemma do the dishes.

“What’s going on with you and Jax? I can tell you're keeping something from me,” Gemma asked curiously.

On cue, Jax walked into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around you resting them on your belly. Jax then looked up at his mom over your shoulder and smiled,” We’re havin’ a baby.”

Gemma gasped, then pulled you both into a hug, “Oh my babies, I’m so happy for you both!”

Jax smiled,” Thanks Mom.”

A week later, you made an appointment with the doctor. You dropped the boys off with Gemma and drove over to the hospital. Jax had left early in the morning so you hoped he remembered the appointment. When you pulled up do didn’t see him or his bike.

After filling out all the paperwork, they called you back into the exam room. As you were waiting for the doctor, you got a little emotional. You really wanted Jax to be there with you. A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. A nurse walked in stating there was a big blonde haired man with a biker vest demanding to come back to you. You rolled eyes and told her to let him back.

“Baby I’m so sorry I lost track of time. Wait, were you crying? What’s wrong? ,” he asked as he walked over and stood in front of you.

“I thought you weren’t coming. The doctor hasn’t been back yet,” you said as wiped your eyes looking down.

Jax grabbed your chin so you would look at him,” I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” as he placed his other hand on your belly.

After a few minutes, the doctor came back to go over everything with you, then they got the ultrasound ready. As you pulled up your shirt and laid back, Jax notices a slight swell in your belly. It almost looked like you had eaten too much, but he knew that it was your baby. He smiled and grabbed your hand.

“Mr and Mrs Teller, has anyone from your families ever had twins? ,” the doctor asked. You and Jax looked at each other wide-eyed, shaking your heads no.

“Well then congratulations, you are having twins. Looks like you're almost twelve weeks along. Let’s take a listen to the heartbeats shall we,” the doctor continued.

You were speechless and scared. You were going to have four kids under the age of five. Jax sensed your nervousness and have your hand a squeeze. Then the sound of a heartbeat played through the machine, and then another heartbeat. You and Jax looked at each other, tears filing both your eyes.

Once the doctor finished, she left the room to send the nurse back in to schedule the next appointment.

“Fucking twins Jax,” you exhaled running a hand through your hair.

Jax stood up and kissed you, but was cut short by the nurse from earlier. She scheduled your next visit and handed you an envelope. Inside were a few pictures of your little babies inside you. Jax took one and placed it in the pocket of his Cut.

“We will be fine darlin’. You're the best mom in the world, and we have world's best grandma in our corner as well,” he said as he helped you off the bed.

“Now where was I,” he said, pulling you into a kiss, placing his hands on your belly again. You smiled into the kiss. Jax always knew the right things to say to make you not worry.

(posted 07/13/2020)

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Getting Back with Jax Teller Headcannons

*gif not mine*

Ohhhh man

Ohhh boy

Ohhhh jeez

When Jax looked up, a crow eater planted firmly on his lap, her lips stretched in a wide grin against his, and he saw you across the room

Homeboy knew he fucked up

He stood up, dropping the crow eater on her ass

He expected you to run out

He was already prepped to chase you

But instead, you swallowed down your drink, dropped the glass on the bar, and walked over to him, face calm

But as you got closer, and Jax tried to tell you that she just jumped him, it meant nothing--

--he saw your eyes

And he knew he was doomed

“Don’t bother coming to get your shit,” you told him, “It’s all getting fed to the fire tonight.”

And then you walked off

He was so stunned, he didn’t even chase you

Instead, he retired to his dorm with a handle of bourbon and quietly panicked for the rest of the night

In the morning, hung over and nervous, he made Juice drive him to your place

The first thing he noticed was the fire pit in the middle of the driveway, and when he got closer to inspect it...

...Yup--that was his shit amongst the soot and ashes.

Great.

When he knocked on your door, your best friend answered--

--and verbally ripped him a new one

“I knew you were no good for her,” she’d concluded, “but she said you loved her, and she loved you, so I kept my mouth shut, but now,” she leaned in, sneering over at him, “I get to say ‘I told you so’.” She leaned back, her eyes full of hatred. “Fuck off, biker boy.”

So he did

For now.

But he came back, after a nap, a shower, and a meal forced upon him from Gemma

You were outside, dragging a garbage bag to the end of your driveway, and Jax had a feeling his non-flammable shit was in that bag

He hopped off of his bike, taking a breath

“Baby, I can explain--”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, one hand on your hip. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t want you anymore, Jax. And clearly you don’t want me; we’re over.”

“No,” he felt his heart constrict in his chest, and he took another breath, trying to calm himself, “That’s not true. Last night was--baby, it was a mistake! I was drunk, and high, and--”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said, walking past him, dragging the bag with you, “I’m not Tara or Wendy or your mom, okay? You fuck up with me once; that’s it. You don’t get to just bat your eyes and get forgiven.”

“Well what do I need to do, then?” He asked, heart pounding. “Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes

“No, I’m serious,” he went on, reaching out to you

You stepped back, avoiding his touch, and Jax nearly fell to his knees at the action

Shit shit shit

“Please,” he said, dropping his hand, “Baby, please. I need you. I know you’re not Tara or Wendy or any fucking crow eater-- I love you. I’m in love with you, and I need you.” He say your eyes soften, and he kept talking, hoping his words could thaw you. “I’ll do anything to prove that what happened last night will never happen again--I swear.”

Sighing, you dropped the bag

“I can’t have you out here disrespecting me,” you said, “I can’t be afraid to turn my back on you because I don’t trust you--”

“--But you can,” he swore, “You can trust me, Y/N, I promise you can.”

You sighed again

You loved Jax, you did, but you couldn’t tolerate his shitty treatment of you

“I’m not one of your guys,” you went on, “Just because you have that patch and that gavel, doesn’t mean everything you say or do is law.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I know. Just... Please, let me make this up to you. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, and Jax knew you were considering it

Finally, you spoke:

“Fine. But I need you to fuck off. I need some space from you, at least for a few days.”

He nodded, ready to agree to anything

“I’m serious, Jax. I don’t want to see you, or Juice, or Chibs, or Gemma until I’m ready.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

“And I need you to send me my things,” you went on

Jax deflated at that--giving you your stuff back, the clothes, makeup, books and other shit you’d left at his place or his dorm--seemed really final

“We’re not getting back together just because you said so,” you told him, “So as of now, we’re still not together. But if you listen, and want to try to get back to where we were... I’ll let you.”

Jax swallowed. He could do that.

He would do that

Hell, he’d do anything for the slim chance to be with you again

It hadn’t even been a full day since you’d dumped him, and he was already desperate for you

So he agreed

Per your instructions, he mailed you all of your things

He also didn’t see you or speak to you for five long days

(It was hard, but keeping Gemma from getting her claws into you was even harder. But he manged it)

On day six, you asked him if he knew anyone who could fix your water heater

Jax was at your place with a tool kit and Happy within the hour

“Anything you need,” Jax told you, “Just call me. I’ll always be here for you, darlin’“

So you did--and Jax kept his word

When you needed something fixed around the house, Jax was there

When you were hungry at work, he would bring you lunch

If he was on a run or busy with club stuff, he’d send one of the guys or a prospect in his stead

He checked in on you throughout the day, asking if you needed anything and listening when you complained about your coworkers

A month into this, you kissed him on the cheek when he showed up at your job with a bouquet of flowers just because

Jax could have passed out, he was so happy

The real test came a few weeks later, when you asked him if he’d go to your best friend’s house to rid her of a pest

When Jax got there, he was surprised to see that the pest was her ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend

Apparently she was involved in some kind of love triangle

It took everything in him not to rub her drama in her face, but he didn’t

Instead, he got rid of the gf and actually sat down with your friend and told her she deserved better than to be some asshole’s side chick

She cried into his shoulder

When he got on his bike to leave, she stopped him

She only had one thing to say, but it meant the world to Jax

“I was wrong about you”

That night, you let Jax back into your bed, and he spent the entire night showing you how much he loved and missed you

He told you, too

And though you didn’t say “I love you” back, he knew you did--

--he could feel it

You didn’t let him stay the night, though

You handed him his jeans with a smile

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” you said

Jax spent most of the next day checking his phone, hoping to see your name flash across the screen

All the guys knew he was waiting for you call

So they couldn’t help but fuck with him

Opie stole his phone and hid it for a good 30 minutes, which resulted in them wrestling in the middle of the bar until Gemma hit them both over the head with her purse

Juice--on orders from Clay--blocked the cell service at the club house for 15 minutes, and the guys took a shot every time Jax cursed in anger at the situation

They were drunk for the rest of the afternoon

Bobby, Chibs, Hap, and Opie all pretended to get calls from you, making Jax so frustrated, he almost pulled his hair out of his hair

But then you called--for real

And everything in Jax’s world felt right

“I was thinking,” you said, your voice sweet and warm in his ear, “I don’t think I’m ready to get back together with you yet...”

His heart sank

“...but maybe we can go on a date?”

And so Jax started courting you all over again

Dates

Gifts

Sex that ended in you gently kicking him out

It was frustrating, but he was determined to win you back

Plus it was kind of nice starting over with you

Jax felt like he learned new things about you--and himself--through the process

And then, one day, when the two of you ran into one of your coworkers at a restaurant, you introduced him as 

“Jax, my boyfriend”

And that night, you let him spend the night with you

In the morning, Jax woke you up with kisses, crawling over you and covering your body with his

And he knew, as you wrapped your arms around him and whispered “I love you” back to him

--that he would never do anything to lose you again

And as time went on...

...he didn’t

Lessons, it seemed, were learned. 

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                                                          A/N: AND. WE’RE. BACK! We appreciate your patience, heading into the show require a wee bit more work on our end as well as dealing with some hard hits from the real world. All that being said, we’re hoping to be able to stick to our weekly postings. So HERE WE GO!                                                  MO CHAPTER 44

Jax

“Girls are still at yer old house,” Chibs explains, blowing smoke out from his cigarette.

“I’ll relieve the prospect after I stop by the hospital.”

“Going to see the lad?”

I wince under his censure. Chibs doesn’t have to say a word to get his point across.

Everything that needs to be said is visible in his eyes.

“Naw. Gonna set his mother straight.”

Chibs grunts.

“What?” I snap.

“I didnae say a word.” He shakes his head, takin a deep inhale.

“Yeah, ya don’t have to,” I mutter, spinning on my heels and taking off.

Clay’s just got finished giving me shit about Mom telling him I hadn’t seen Abel.

No one stops to consider it might be too much for me.

I’ve gotten so used to people leaving, I keep them at a distance.

I also have a lot of shit on my plate, and I can’t afford to drop the ball.

They want me to put the club first but don’t stop to look at what the cost might look like. I’d rather be dealing with the fucking Mayans than this family guilt trip shit.

Clay attempting to keep me in line by holding Abel’s hospital bills in my face was a low blow. But I’ve come to expect that shit from him.

There’s not enough time in the world to stop me from being furious with Wendy when I reach St. Thomas.

I’m glad Tara is nowhere to be seen.

I got my hands full with one crazy ex.

Wendy looks like death warmed over.

Ratty bleached out blonde hair, sallow skin, and dark circles that lend to her skeleton impression. What the fuck did I ever see in her?

Another lost soul who needed an anchor, so she didn’t drift off the deep end.

It worked for a time.

I should’ve ended it when it stopped, and she relapsed the second time, instead of ignoring her like she’d go away on her own.

She looks up and starts to cry when she sees me.

Stepping in, I ignore her hysterics.

I’ve grown immune to them.

“You need to get help, Wendy,” I say, trying to soften the irritation in my tone.

“I know, I know— But it’s not what you think. I was doing so good, Jax. I love my baby. Even with us being fucked up.” She shakes her head, wiping at imaginary tears.

“So the meth fairy shot you up?”

She looks down at the bed, and I tense.

Her lack of eye contact’s always been a tell-tail sign she’s hiding shit from me.

“Start talking now, Wendy.” I growl.

“I thought he loved me. That he didn’t care I was having your baby. I was wrong. All he wanted to talk about was you and the club. I didn’t tell him. I didn’t.” She shakes her head, speaking as if she’d forgotten I was even there.

Walking over, I grip her bedrail to keep from gripping her arms and shaking the answers out of her.

“And.” I ground out.  

“He forced me to shoot up Jax! H-He Said I was going to tell one way or the other!”

Well for Fuck’s sake!  

“Son of a bitch. What did you say to him, Wendy?”

She shakes her head.

“I- I don’t know. The doctor said Abel’s getting stronger. He said maybe they would fix his belly. Maybe tomorrow morning.” I shake my head at her attempt to change the topic.

Now I have to worry about what the Nords know on top of everything else.

“They’ll do everything they can.”

I won’t hope. That’s a dangerous thing I can’t afford to do right now.

“My lawyer said they might file criminal charges. Fetal abuse. I got stuff back at the house in the stash drawer.”

“Jesus Christ.” I scoff, shaking my head.

It never ends with this bitch.

“You expect me to bring it to you so you can get high too?” I growl.

“No, I told you…” She whines.

“I didn’t even want to do it, Jax. You have to believe me. Just if they find that shit, they’re gonna put me away.”

“Might be the only way you’ll get clean,” I state honestly.

Plus, her outta the picture might make all the women in my life a lot happier.

“You own the house, Jax. I’d hate to see this blowback on you.”

The truth of her statement dumps over me like a bucket of cold water.

“Yeah, of course.” I chuckle dryly.

Now there’s another fucking mess I gotta fucking clean up.

It never ends.

Fuck, I need to find the shit before the girls do. I don’t want them anywhere near that shit, let alone touching it.

“Jax, wait. Please, please, Jax!” Her whining falls on deaf ears as I leave the hospital behind and hit the road.

Pulling up into the driveway, I gesture for the grunt to leave as I enter the house that never felt like a home.

I watch briefly as the girls pitch things into garbage bags, spraying and scrubbing down furniture.

It hits me in the heart and the gut.

The three women I love most are here together, doing what they can to make this shit show more tolerable.

I clear my throat. “It’s almost midnight.”

They all stop, startled by my appearance before glancing up at me with tired expressions.

“The place is a goddamn pigsty.” Ma huffs, picking up all the clothes laying around.

“Cleaning was never her strong suit. But it didn’t look like this last time we were here.”

Mom glances over at me.

Sitting on the desk next to the half wall that separates the living room from the wall, I look over at the girls working in the kitchen and dining room.

“What are you doing here?” Mom asks, continuing her almost frantic cleaning.

“It’s my house,” I offer, pulling my riding gloves off.

“No, it’s your property. There’s a big difference,” J corrects walking into the living room with another trash bag.

Lee meets my gaze, studying me with those blue lasers that always see everything I want to hide.

I look away, unable to keep my secret in the face of her worry-filled expression.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want you to see it this way,” Ma says as she continues to straighten and organize.

It’s her way, always in action to run from her emotions.

“You guys don’t have to do this.” Guilt hits me.

They’re over here cleaning up the mess I made.

My stomach clenches.

“Look, we just want it livable,” Lee says walking into the living room with an empty hamper for the clothes.

Her words should be soothing, but that’s the last thing I want right now.

“I’ll buy some decent carpet. Cigarette burns are everywhere.” Mom mutters, continuing to pick up Wendy’s mess. “Mom.” I try to grab her attention, but she continues to mumble and clean.

“Make this shit-hole a home for your son.”

Something in me snaps at the mention of Abel.

“Mom, For chrissakes, stop cleaning!” I bark.

J steps in front of her.

“Oh hell no. You don’t get to talk to her like that! Not when we’re here helping your ass out. Trying to clean up the fucking trail of mess you left behind. Like always!”

I flinch.

“Jax.” Lee shakes her head.

The disapproval is visible in her blue sapphires.

“He’s not gonna make it.” I let my worries fly out of my mouth.

The girls gasp, circling around me.

Lee grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

“W-What are you talking about?” Mom asks.

“What happened?” Lee and Journee ask in that twin sync way they have.

I exhale and shake my head.

“He was born with half a stomach and a hole in his heart. He’s gonna die—.”

My head is rocked to the left, and my side is on fire from mom’s slap and baby sister’s wicked pinch.

I think the little bitch drew blood and broke the skin.

But it’s Lee letting go of my hand that hurts the most.

“Don’t you say that! You’re the only one this boy’s got! You don’t believe he’s gonna live, you might as well go and kill him yourself.” Mom snaps, glaring at me as she speaks her truth.

Turning from me, she walks over to the table and grabs the joint and lighter sitting in a bowl.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles half-heartedly, lighting up the joint as I make my way towards her, cautiously.

My eyes catch Lee’s disappointed blues.

“You gotta go see him, Jax,” She says gently, stepping towards me.

Even through my pain, I hear Lee’s voice, but I can’t gather the guts yet to do what she’s asking me.

“I can’t.” I admit honestly.

“Why? Because he’ll break your heart? It’s called being a father,” Mom says, after blowing out her deep inhale.

I place my hand up on the half-wall, resting heavily against it.

“For how long? A day? A week?” I spit the words circling around my head out like poison.

Mom sighs, and nods to me to come take a seat with her.

I release my own sigh, and glance back to see the girls going back to cleaning but staying nearby.

Wiping at some crumbs on the table, I sink into the chair, exhausted.

Mom takes another hit from the joint before offering it to me.

I look up at her gratefully, taking a deep inhale as she takes a seat across from me.

“You know, you were born with that same heart defect as your little brother.”

She reaches across the table and gently knocks at my chest.

“You seem pretty sturdy to me.”

Her tone has changed to something a little softer and I can’t help but give her a small smile.

“I came through hell. Landed on my feet…your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards...and that bastard lived for two more days. Tellers do not die easy.” She says with a proud smirk.

I snort.

“No, we just die bloody.” I say honestly.

I’m not sure that’s better.

“That’s the Irish in us,” Ma says without missing a beat.

The storm ends, and I turn to glance up at the girls.

“I’m sorry.” I mouth the words.

Journee scowls, and Lee shoots me a sad look that makes my heart squeeze painfully in my chest.

I need to get out of this moment.

“When you and dad hooked up, he ever talk to you about his vision? About what he wanted from the club?”

The girls look at me, and I nod.

Mom fidgets with the joint in her fingers before shrugging.

“His vision was— you know, what it is. A brotherhood. Family.” She offers me the joint.

“And running guns? He want that?” I keep on her, needing to get to the bottom of how we came to this position.

“He never talked about that. Why?” She eyes me for a moment, before standing from the table.

“I found a box of his old shit in the storage unit. There’s, like, pictures and journals and... Things I never knew about him.” I shrug.

“What kind of things?” Journee asks, pausing her cleaning.

“It seemed like his original idea for the MC was something simpler. You know, social rebellion. He called it a Harley commune. It wasn’t outlaw. It was real hippie shit.” I say with a slight smile.

It’s not hard to imagine my laidback father wanting that.

I take another hit of the joint, watching as Mom sighs and tosses her head slightly.

I can see her brimming with nervous energy.

I know she doesn’t like to talk about dad.

“We had a lot of bright ideas back then. We were kids. Your father became a man. Men take care of business.” She says, but she isn’t looking at me when she speaks.

“Yeah, we do.” I answer, blowing the smoke out of my nose.

“You should get home, Mom. Finish cleaning tomorrow. Lee and I will lock up.” I say as mom turns to look at me while Journee looks from me to Lee.

“You good?” She hugs Lee, who whispers something in her ear.

Mom walks over and frames my face for a moment.

“Night mom.” I say as she bends to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Night baby.” She whispers squeezing my hand before walking past me.

“Hey,” I nod at Mom. “Have her stop by the club. Your old man misses you.” I say, standing from the table.

Baby J steps closer and tugs me down to her.

“Do not fuck this up, Jaxass. Remember everything you have to lose.”

I nod my head.

“I hear you.”

She pats my cheek.

“Good.”

“Ok, darling.” Mom sounds exhausted.

It’s easy to forget sometimes she’s still only human.

“Good night, mom. Night Baby J.”

“Good night, baby.” Ma blows a kiss before grabbing her stuff.

“See you tomorrow, bro. Remember what I said.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Lee. I’m always a call away,” Baby J says, ignoring me as she walks up and kisses her.

I glance over to see Mom’s already out the door.

That’s new.

I guess they’re done giving a shit.

“I love you too, Nee.” Lee calls out.

They walk out, and I go to the drawer Wendy mentioned.

“What are you doing?” Lee asks, following me over to the stash drawer.

“Saving us a whole lot more trouble.” I remove the gun, syringes, and bags of smack.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lee screeches angrily.

“Obviously not mine.” I mumble, tucking the gun into the waistband of my jeans as I walk over to the bathroom.

“Why are you covering for her? It’s like enabling.” She says as I flush the baggies away.

“Cause it’s my damn house, Harley. Imagine how much the law would love to find that shit and charge me.”

She crosses her arms and nods.

“So, you sweep in and rescue her. She has no consequences?” She follows me back to the living room.

“She’s lying in the hospital half dead right. I’m pretty sure she’s paying.” I snap, turning to look at her.

“So you could go see the Junkie bitch, but not your son?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Explain it to me, then. Cause what I see is the one solid parent Abel has turning their back.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit, and you know it. That kid is going to have more love than most kids get in a lifetime.”

“Maybe. But it won’t make up for an absent father.” She pokes her finger at my chest.

I roll my eyes, fighting back the urge to growl.

“You already labeling me now? Don’t let your past mingle with my future. I’m ain’t like Wally, and you know it.” I swipe her hand away, shaking my head.

“No. But I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a junkie mother and a father who couldn’t’ be bothered,’ She whispers.

Her past pain bleeds into her blues, tugging at my heart strings.

Fuck.

I turn back to face her, bending slightly to catch her eyes.

“I get that, but it’s not the same, Lee. I just—my head is spinning, and I need to be grounded before facing him lying there like that, okay? It ain’t about a lack of love.” I run a hand through my hair, blowing out a deep breathe.

“You’re a Father now, Jax. You can’t keep things on the backburner anymore.” She steps forward, and I open my arms.

“I don’t want to fight, babe.” I say sincerely.

“So, let’s not fight.” Her tone doesn’t match her sentence.

I know she wants to keep talking about this and shit it’d be easier if she knew what went down with Wendy, but I’m ain’t about to add gasoline to that fire.

So I’ll keep this close to my chest for now.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, just needing us to be okay.

“Anything, other than ignore him Jackson.” She throws her hands up in the air.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go see Abel tomorrow.” I say, knowing it’ll make her happy.

“Yeah?” She whispers.

Her eyes light up, and I nod.

Fuck she’s got me wrapped around her finger don’t she?

“Yeah.” I swallow my pride and my fear.

I can’t control if I lose my son, but I can keep Lee.

“You’re right. I’ve been putting things on the back burner I should be handling. I want to be the kind of man my father was.” My throat clogs.

“This ain’t it.”

She steps into my arms and I hold her tight.

“I see him in you all the time Jackson. You just need to learn how to channel him and block out all the other bullshit thrown at you.” Wrapping her armss around my waist, she rests her head on my chest.

Inhaling the citrus scent of her hair, I let her ground me.

We’re in a fucking hurricane right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep our heads above water.

Tara, Wendy, Abel, Mayans, Nords, it’s all coming at us at once.

I can’t even catch my damn breath.

“Talk to me.” Lee tilts her head up, propping her chin on my chest as she turns those cerulean lasers up to lock onto mine.

Her anger’s faded, but I can see the steely determination in the depths of her electric blue eyes. She expects me to keep my word.

“That’s why I’m here.” She pushes gently.

I don’t even know where to start.

We’re in the middle of a powder keg, ready to explode.

The less she knows, the better.

Once you add her own issues with abandonment into the situation, I know rational thinking goes straight the fuck out the window.

“I don’t want to talk babe. I want to feel something other than worry and stress. I need you, Lee.” I whisper, pressing our lips together.

“Then have me, Jackson.” Her tone is husky but demanding.

She fists my hair and crashes our kiss together again.

I grip her face in my hands and dominate the kiss.

Tilting my head slightly I deepen our kiss and slip my tongue into her mouth, exploring the playground I already have memorized.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crush her frame against my chest.

The mint of the gum she’s been chewing makes my tongue tingle as the addicting scent of spicy citrus fills my nostrils. Blood rushes to my cock, slowly hardening against her. She pulls back to suck in air, and I move my hands down to her hips. I don’t want her to be even an inch from me right now.

I press forward, moving her back towards the half-wall and the desk.

Lips lock and teeth gnash as our hands work in tandem, stripping each other of our bottoms.

Unbelted and unbuttoned, my jeans drop down my hips, weighted heavily by the items always attached.

I shove down the leggings she’s wearing and lift her up from the ground.

She wraps her knees around my waist as I hold her weight with one arm, clearing the small desk and positioning her against the half-wall.

Her fingers tug at my hair, turning my head to keep our lips connected.

I growl as my hardened cock strains against the confines of my boxers.

Her wet heat sears me through the thin cotton, painting my boxers in her fragrant juices.

“Fuck. you’re so wet, baby.” I groan, grinding against her slick folds.

“Always for you.” She whimpers, reaching into my boxers to pull my cock out.

“Shit.” I hiss as her warm fist wraps around me.

Precum leaks from my tip, and she uses her thumb to smear the sticky liquid down my cock.

“Fuck I love you.” I groan as she pumps me before lining me up with her hot entrance.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Claim me as yours.” The neediness in her tone causes the beast inside me to roar to life.

“Mine,” I growl, thrusting into her without warning.

She gasps, arching her back.

I bend down, sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth.

She whimpers, turning her head to the side to allow me more access.

I stay still, basking in being completely surrounded by her and losing myself in the taste of her skin.

I suck harder, wanting to leave my mark and let everyone know she’s claimed.

“Jackson.” She gasps, clenching her muscles around my cock.

I groan at how fucking tight she feels.

Biting her neck, she whines and rolls her hips towards me.

I slide back just slightly, desperate to remain inside her for as long as possible.

I roll my hips instead of sliding out.

“O-oh.” She moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and hugging me closer to her.

The wood creaks with the movement, and my hands move to her thighs to support her weight.

“You feel so fucking, good baby.” Lee moans as I continue to rotate my hips inside her.

I mix it up with a rhythmic back and forth but never out of her.

This is my pussy, and the only people allowed to play in here are J. Tellers.

The quick flash image of my baby sister making my girl come has me groaning loudly and thrusting deeper.

“Fuck baby, just like that!” She cries out, clenching around me.

Her back arches, and her body trembles.

“Shit, Jackson, I’m close—so fucking close.” She gasps, rocking her hips towards me erratically.

My cock grows impossibly hard as I near mine.

I bite at her collarbone, leaving my marks all over her neck.

No one will ever doubt this woman is claimed and claimed fucking well.

“I’m yours, baby,” I whisper against her lips, letting her know this claiming goes both ways.

“And you’re fucking mine.” I hiss, rotating my hips so my cock can hit that spot inside her that makes her shatter.

“YES!” She cries out, fingernails digging into the back of my neck as her pussy locks down on me like a fucking vice.

“Fuck.” I groan, falling headfirst into my own release and shooting my hot load deep inside her.

She hugs me close as I rest my weight on my forearms against the wall, trapping her between them and struggling to catch my breath.

Lifting my head, our eyes lock, and I’m lost in the soft glow of her electric blues.

“I love you so much, Harley,” I say, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips before I slowly ease out of her.

“Mmm, love you too.” She mumbles against my lips.

“I’ll love you even more if you get me a towel.” She blinks up at me with hazy eyes and a satisfied smile.

I bend down to pull my boxers and jeans back up.

Shit, the thought of my cum swimming around inside her could make me hard again.

I know she’s got that thing in her arm, but damn if I don’t love knowing she’s marked by me, inside out.

“Leave it,” I whisper, smirking as I help her stand.

Her eyes widen, shocked by my request.

“Really?” She asks as I drop to my knees to pull her leggings back up her legs for her.

I nod, standing back to my feet and pulling her close.

“You told me to claim you. Nothing says claimed like my seed swimming around inside you.” I slip my hand down the front of her leggings and cup her pussy.

The heat radiating through the thin, wet material has me biting my lip.

She whimpers.

“And what about you, Jackson?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Are you claimed?” She asks, confusing me with her line of questioning.

“You tell me?” I ask, tucking some loose strands from her messy bun back behind her ear.

“I thought so…” She runs her knuckles down my cheek gently.

Suddenly she’s pinching my chin tightly, tilting my head down to meet her gaze.

“But then I see, Tara Fucking Knowles is in town, and you don’t look all that shocked to see her.” The fury flames in her eyes once more.

Fuck. Shoulda known the calm would only last a few minutes.

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Shit. We really talking ‘bout this now?” I ask, stepping back.

“Fuck yes we’re talking about this! Why didn’t you fucking tell me, Jackson! I do not like being blindsided!” She pushes at my chest and steps away from me.

“How long have you fucking known? How long did you plan on keeping it from me? And why, why the hell didn’t you fucking tell me!” She pushes at my chest again.

“Lee, I’m sorry, aight? I was gonna tell you the other night when we went out for our ride, but then the Mayans blew up the warehouse, and Wendy ODing threw us right into the middle of it before I had a chance.”

I step towards her cautiously, slowly moving to grab her hands.

“I only found out that morning. I just wanted to get some us time in before I told you-“ I begin.

“Why?” She asks in a defensive tone, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Cause I know how you feel ‘bout Tara, and I just wanted us to be solid-“

She slides her hands out from mine and steps back.

Something deep inside growls at the thought of her stepping away from me.

“Why wouldn’t we be solid, Jackson? Should I be worried we’re not solid now that SHE’s back?” I can hear the accusations in her tone, and I don’t like it one damn bit.

“Nah Fuck that, Harley. Her being back don’t change shit ‘bout us.” I step to her, gripping her hips in my hands tightly.

“I think I just fucking proved that,” I growl, nodding towards the clatter of shit on the floor from our early escapade.

“You think I’m going to accept the scraps you used to give other women? Takes more than a quick fuck against a wall to make me feel secure.”

“Don’t say shit like that when you know it ain’t fucking true!” I yell before I can catch myself.

Her eyes widen, but I don’t see an ounce of fear in them.

“I fucking love you, Harley Grazer! Tara ain’t nothing to me but an old ghost, you fucking hear me!” My fingers grip her hips so she can’t step back from me again.

“That bitch is the past. You and I are headed towards a future. I ain’t gonna let that gash get in the way of that by gettin into your head.”

This is my fault.

I let her pull me from my girls and my family once before.

But I’m gonna make it damn clear it ain’t happening again.

I struggle to calm myself.

I can’t blame her for being cautious.

I release a shaky breath, trying to force some sanity back into my brain before I start to demolish the whole fucking house.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. My plan was to tell you after our ride before everything went to shit. I only found out that morning.” I loosen my grip on her hips but still hold her to me.

She’s holding tense but not trying to stepping back.

I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face when she continues to glare at me.

“I mean it, Harley. I’m sorry I let that shit get away from me, but I need you to trust me when I say I got no love left for her. S’far as I’m concerned, she’s my son’s doctor, that’s it.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

My heart clinches when she remains stiff and doesn’t melt against me the way she usually does. “Can we be okay now?” I ask, desperate for things to be right between us.

I can’t fucking handle one more damn thing right now.

Her fingers fist my hair as she tugs my hair back slightly to grab my attention.

“Don’t keep shit like that from me anymore, and we’ll always be okay, Jackson.”

My stomach knots as I think about the bombshell Wendy dropped on me in the hospital.

I should tell Lee, but I don’t know if I have the fucking energy to go through another argument right now.

I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, squeezing her to me as I collapse against her for a moment.

One thing at a time.

[one-shot-plus-size]

From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax's sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 14/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 13

Pov Olivia As soon as I got in the car I turned off the phone, I didn't want to be found. I did not want to talk to anyone. We remained silent all the way, I felt tears flowing down my cheeks. Only now did all this reach me, only now did I realize that I was left alone. I no longer had a brother or mother, nothing kept me in Charming. Alice stopped by the motel, turned off the engine and looked at me.

- I am sorry about everything that happened in Charming - she touched my knee.

- Thanks - I nodded my head slightly. 

- I know now is not a good time but Jackson left something for you - she grabbed the briefcase from the back seat.

She opened it and took out the briefcase and a large envelope. She handed me these things, the envelope was convex, I grabbed them and looked at them for a long time. 

- What is this?

- Jackson asked me to hand it to you - she overdid it. 

- Thanks - I opened the door and looked at it - thanks for everything, go back to Charming and don't say anything to anyone. 

- I am a lawyer, I will remain silent. 

She nodded her head and left when I went to the reception. I rented myself a room for a few days paying in cash, not with a card. I didn't want my Sons and Mayan's to find me, I needed space. I locked myself in the room and only then did I really allow myself to break down. I went down the door and cried like a small child. I was now alone, the only Teller alive. My heart broke and this time not in half, but in small pieces. I was angry with my brother when he sent me to Santo Padre but I could never really be angry with him. He always cared about his family, I did not hold back tears. I really needed a lot of courage to open the file. Inside there were property acts, I looked through each paper one by one. All Gemma and Jackson's property was now mine. 

- What the fuck are you doing, brother? - I've lost my hair.  

I put the briefcase and the documents away and for a long time I was mingling the envelope in my hand. I finally ripped it apart, the first thing that came out of it was the keys. I immediately knew what they were from, I recognized the pendant. The blue rabbit paw I gave my older brother when he bought his first motorcycle. Luckily, to keep it always on and to keep it safe. As you can see it did not help him, I squeezed it in my hand. Two more rings fell out of the envelope, one bigger and one smaller. Apparently my brother had to marry a woman. And I think I even knew with which one, Tara. She returned to his life and dragged him to the altar. Of course I didn't know that either, I wasn't part of his life. I twisted my head and laughed under my nose. I missed so much, everything was happening outside of me. As if I was no longer a part of this life, as if I did not exist. I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes, they threw me out of my own family. Only after a while I was able to open the card that was in the envelope.

Sister, You know I've never been good at saying all this. But you deserve an explanation, I should tell you everything personally but so many things happened. I did so much wrong, so many people died. It started with Kip, then Kozik and Piney. They did not deserve such a death, but you can only blame Clay for that. It was him who led to their deaths, and it was through his actions that the three of them passed away. Opie's death was a blow to all of us, Lyla was broken down but had to take care of the children. She had no time to mourn him, and suddenly she had to be responsible. I never forgave Clay for having led the club one way or the other, maybe all of this would not have happened then. That's why I admit that I killed him, I killed him in front of Gemma. But you know that he was responsible for our father's death, although he never admitted it. And I have no reason not to believe Maureen Asba's list, I believe her. I hope you won't be angry with me for sending you back to Santo Padre. But I knew what I had to do and I just wanted to protect you. As soon as you left, everything went wrong. I know that I should call you and give you a report. But I didn't want to worry you because even if I told you not to do it, you would still do it. You were always resisting my requests, my bad younger sister :). I know that now is not the time for such smiles but I know how you love them. When she writes this letter I sit on the roof of our new club and stare at the stars in the dark sky. I remember taking you to the roof so that our mom would not know about it. We could sit there for hours just talking. We were so carefree then, I regret that when I joined the club we stopped doing that. Now I appreciate the silence but I miss you, I miss your wise texts. And constant biting back when something was going wrong.

I tried to control the tears, but it was so hard to read this letter, so hard to believe that we will never be together again. That we would never sit on the roof and just not be ourselves again. A few drops fell on a piece of paper, I rubbed them with my hand.

The happiest day I can call the one where Tara gave me another son, Thomas, I hope you will have a chance to meet him. After all, he is your nephew, the second great day was when Tara became my wife. Sorry, you should be at my wedding. You should attend the ceremony, be able to see the smile on my face. I know you didn't really like her but she was my first and true love. And I'm really glad she died as Tara Teller to this day, I mean I'm not glad she died. Jizas, you know what I mean, I'm glad that her name was Teller. We didn't have a long time to be together because only three months. Now probably the hardest part of the whole story, everything that has happened since the day of our wedding was my fault. I am the only one responsible for that, the things I have to confess to you are not pleasant. You know that the club was my whole life? That I knew since I was a child that I wanted to go there? I know you know that, Tara, seeing all the bad things that happened to the club, decided to take the kids away from me. She wanted to take them to another state so that they would be safe, I didn't understand her then, but over time I know that she wanted well. She wanted well, she wanted to protect them from evil, but Gemma could not understand it. She was angry that Tara cut her off from her grandchildren and killed her in an act of desperation.

I noticed a few dry spots on the sheet of paper, Jackson cried when he was writing these words, he was hurt by his wife's death. He was hurt by the fact that our mother had gone to such an act. I moved my finger over the words and almost felt the pain she caused him.

Yes, you have read well, Gemma killed my wife, but it took me almost a week to get to the truth and that is why Juice died. He was a rat working for my mom, not for the club. He proved that the club meant nothing to him, I had to do so. I hope you understand? Surely you understand, you always found a logical explanation for my actions.

- Unfortunately, Jackson, I try to understand but I can't.

I couldn't give it to her. I could not forgive her, I could not look into her eyes. I am a bad son, I put the club above our blood, above the woman who gave birth to me but also gave you life. I do not want you to hate your mother for what she did. But she took away the only person I really loved who gave my life meaning. It was Mom who killed Tara, brutally and irrevocably. I couldn't forgive her for that, I couldn't live with that. I had to kill her, even though it made me a monster. I love you so much, and I destroyed your life so much. I destroyed you to protect you. Remember what you promised me, I want you to be happy. Don't be angry with Chibs, he was looking for another solution but I had to pay for my actions. There was no time to come up with another solution. Nobody from the club will mind if you don't want to go back to Charming. I wouldn't want you to stay with the Sons myself. Maybe now Santo Padre will be your place, maybe you will find your place in the world there. Maybe someone from Mayan's will become your greatest love. I know that their club is different, I know that they will provide you with security that I could not give to my family. So many things could have gone differently, so many things should never have happened. We were supposed to be a happy family and I ruined it all. I know you're probably sitting there crying now, but I know it will be better. If you want to hide, go to Wendy's, she takes care of the boys now. She will give you asylum for as long as you need it for. Just call her, visit the boys sometimes. They must have the aunt, the aunt they deserve. I know that the situation seems hopeless to you but I know it will be better.  

I love you, sister, I love you so much.

Your little brother Jackson. 

P.S. 

Everything that was mine is now yours. The workshop, my house, our mom's house and my motorcycle. Do with everything you want, be safe and happy. I love you.

I bent the card in half and let the tear flow. Now I understood everything, I felt bad for what I said to Chibs. I got up from the ground, went to the shower, stood under water until the water became icy. After that, I simply slipped into bed. I had no strength to think straightforwardly. 

Pov Bishop

I was staring at the phone that was lying on the table. I stared at it all the time, tried to call it a few times, sent several messages. However, her phone has been silent since yesterday and was switched off. I rubbed my hands on her face and looked at the boys, each of them was silent. I looked at Angel, he was also staring at the phone. He blew up her phone in the morning, with no effect. He lifted up his head and looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and returned to the device with a look. As promised to Chibs, we appeared at the funeral of Jackson and Gemma. We took part in a parade leading the mother and son through the last road. We placed our motorcycles in one row by the curb, I was looking at my Sons, each of them looked depressed. I could have sworn that I saw tears in Chibs' eyes. 

- Just behave yourself - I was growling at the young ones. 

Everyone nodded, I watched the cars parked. When the door of one of them opened and when I saw a person getting off, I got up from the motorcycle. She looked like she wasn't, I hadn't seen her for 4 days but that's not how I remember her. Her hair was pinned up in a sloppy chignon, her skin did not shine as usual. Under her eyes she had big dark marks, her eyes were swollen from crying. Just behind her another woman got off, she put her hand on her shoulder. Olivia lifted up, looked at her and shrugged her shoulders lowering her head back. She did not look at anyone, she went with the woman to her place. This is what the man who lost everything looked like, the man they broke. The son stood behind her back and we were on the other side. Tig's hand was on her shoulder, Olivia breathed and raised her eyes. She stopped it the moment she saw me. I smiled insecurely, she nodded her head slightly and returned to the coffins with her gaze. A weeping sound came out of her mouth when the priest started the ceremony. It was the worst 45 minutes of my life, I wanted to approach her and take all the pain away from her. Olivia got up from her seat, approached her brother's coffin, put two rings on her age. She leaned over and kissed the closure and whispered something. She put a rose on her mother's coffin, kissed the lid and headed for the car. Taza pushed me slightly with his arm, I looked at him. He nodded his head in her direction, I breathed and followed her. 

- Hey - I whispered when I caught up with her.

She turned to me with tears in her eyes. She bit her lower lip trying not to cry, I drew her to myself. Her fists clenched on my wick, I leaned my chin on her head.  

- I know it hurts, but eventually it will stop - I whispered. 

- I'll get over it, I promise.

- Calm down, no one is rushing you. You must be sick, I just want to say that the Mayans club door is open for you. 

- I'll come back - she broke away from me slightly - if I can, she doesn't want to impose herself. 

- Querida, you never impose yourself. We'll take you in with open arms, someone has to control Angela - I laughed quietly. 

- Thanks - she leaned her head against my torso. 

- You'll be fine, you'll be fine. 

She nodded her head slightly, she broke away from me completely. She smoothed out my wrinkled skin with her hands, returned to my eyes with a look.  

- Thanks - she breathed away

- You are welcome - I smiled a little. 

I smoothed her chin with my thumb, kissed her forehead. I held my lips on her skin a few seconds longer than I should have. 

- Whenever you are ready, I invite you.

She nodded her head slightly, smiled almost imperceptibly. The blonde came up to us, put her hand on her shoulder. 

- Come on - she whispered. 

Olivia patted her hands and nodded her head.  

- Thanks, Bish. 

- You are welcome - I nodded my head slightly. 

I was staring at her when she walked to the car, rubbed my hair with my hand. - Will she come back? - Angel materialized next to me.

- I have no idea, he seems to say yes, but Charming is her home. 

- I would like to have her close - he breathed and lit a cigarette. 

- Are you two together? - I frowned my eyebrows looking at him.

- She is my friend, she understands me like no one else-he took a cigarette- she loves someone else.

- Mhm - I purr.

Part 15

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A Son’s Destiny

Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax’s steady rise into the President’s chair with SAMCRO?

Pairings:  Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)

Time Setting: Seasons 1-7

Warnings:   DARK FIC fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, miscarriage, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, lots of taking the LORD’s name in vain, mentions of racism, mentions of rape, and character deaths

Author’s Note:  So, this is my first SOA story.  It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I’m not going full canon.  There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon.  The narrative is set to fit the story itself.  If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you.  Please if you want to be tagged just in time for first chapter, please hit up my ask.  I will gladly tag you all.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, flashbacks, major PTSD, descriptive panic/anxiety attack, racially charged language.

Chapter 13

Lena laid curled in the fetal position in the middle of her queen sized bed.  She had been this way ever since Tara had dropped her off last night.

Well, she did finally shower, scrubbing her skin almost completely raw.  But to her, no matter how much she scrubbed, she still felt dirty and unclean.

Sleep hadn't come easy for Lena.  Every time she would close her eyes, she'd always see them.

The masks... ...the tattoo...

"Please, don't do this..."

"...we will find you and do this again..."

As quickly as she could, through the unbearable pain, Lena hopped up from her spot on the bed and bolted for her bathroom.  Her knees gave way toward the toilet, and she released what little contents she had in her stomach.

Once her stomach was uncomfortably empty, she pulled herself back and sat up against the nearest wall.  Her hands began to tremble, as a full sob wracked her body.  She still couldn't believe this had happened to her.  She never thought anything like this would happen to her, and now she wasn't sure how she was supposed to move on from it.

Lena had no idea how long she had been crying on the bathroom floor when she heard the sound of her doorbell.  She tried to ignore it, as she didn't have the energy to deal with anyone just yet.  But whoever it was, they were being persistent.

Crying out in pain, Lena stood to her feet.  She quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks, purposefully avoiding her reflection in the mirror.

"Lee?"

Lena heard the sound of her name, and she immediately recognized that it was Jax.  She released a shaky breath, trying to stop herself from crying even more.  He was the last person that she wanted to see.

"Lee, where are you?"  Jax called out to her, as she heard his heavy foot steps beginning to tread up the stairs.

Taking in a deep breath, Lena finally limped her way out of the bathroom.  The moment she stepped back into her room, she came face to face with her ex.

"Holy shit."  Jax muttered harshly at Lena's appearance.  A few goddamn bruises my ass.

Jax's blue eyes gazed up and down at her exposed skin in her sleep shorts and his old, faded SAMCRO tee from his prospect days.  Her golden brown skin was littered with cuts and black and blue splotches.  He then looked at her face and saw that it was also black and blue and a bit swollen along with a split lip.

The outlaw biker's gut tightened at the sight standing in front of him, and before he could think, he tried to make his way over to her.

Lena swallowed thickly underneath Jax's gaze, feeling even more disgusting.  As he went to finally approach her, she panicked and quickly stepped out of his reach.

"Don't," she whispered.  "Please, don't."

Jax felt a bit rejected, but didn't step any further toward her.  She looked like a lost and scared child and it was scaring him to the bone.  He'd seen Lena in every mood, but this, this was a different level.

"What," Lena wrapped her around herself almost in a childlike manner, "what are you doing here, Jax?"

Jax sighed.  "I was at St. Thomas to see my mom—"

Lena snapped up at that.  "Gemma?  Is everything okay?"

Jax nodded.  "Yeah, she's fine.  Someone tried to run her off the road last night."

"Oh my God."  Lena whispered softly.  An immediate thought entered her mind, that maybe whoever attacked her probably had something to do with Gemma's accident.  But then shook the idea out of her head.  "Why aren't you with Gemma?"

"Tara said she's fine.  Clay and the club are with her.  I'm more concerned about you."

"Me?  Why would you be concerned about me?"  Lena began to nervously shift from foot to foot.

"Tara told me what happened last night."

Lena's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, and she felt like throwing up all over again.  She knew that that bitch wasn't to be trusted with this.

"She said that you were mugged."  Jax continued, and Lena looked over at him in surprise.

"What?"  Lena exclaimed, but then immediately realized that Tara hadn't told Jax what really happened.  She was a bit relieved and kind of thankful right now that she was still in the clear.  "Right, yeah," she stammered, nervously looking down at her bare feet, "yeah, I was.  I was," she hesitated for a second, feeling sick to her stomach, "mugged."

"Why didn't you call me, Lee?"  Jax questioned, anger and hurt in voice.  "I had to find out this shit through Tara."

Lena sighed heavily, keeping her attention on her feet.  She was scared to look Jax in the eye.  "It's not that big of a deal, Jax."  She sniffled, trying to hold back her tears.

"Not that big of a deal?  Lee, look at you."  Jax pointed out her very obvious injuries.  "Somebody hurt you, and that's not okay.  Now do you remember what they looked like?"

The masks... ...the tattoo...

Lena shut her eyes closed, trying to erase those images, and shook her head fervently.  "No," she lied.

"Nothing?  Nothing at all?"  Jax asked in disbelief.  "Was it a guy?  Short?  Tall?  White? Black?  Brown?"

"...I want you to deliver a message for me, nigger..."

Lena could feel the tears stinging the back of her eyes, as she shook her head again.

"Come on, Lee, you gotta give me something, babe."  Jax exasperated, and Lena still shook her head.  "Any visible ink that could possibly tie him to another club?"

Lena swallowed thickly, continuing to hold her tears at bay.  "It all just happened so fast, Jax.  I don't," she hesitated again, "I don't really remember."

Jax nodded, wiping a hand across his face.  He continued to watch Lena's behavior and his felt that knot in his gut tightened just a little more.   "A'ight.  Pack a bag."  He demanded.

Lena, again, snapped up in Jax's direction.  "What?  Why?"

"You're coming to stay with me."  Jax exclaimed, and before Lena could protest he continued.  "You can stay at the house with me and Abel or you can stay at my apartment in the clubhouse.  Take your pick, babe."

"And what if I choose neither?"  Lena questioned in frustration.  The last thing she needed or wanted was to be babysat.

"Lee," Jax huffed, knowing she was gonna give him pushback, "whoever mugged you could be looking for revenge on me and the club."

Lena shook her head.  She knew that Jax was right.  What happened to her had everything to do with SAMCRO, but she wasn't going to let him know.  She knew that this would cause chaos within the club.  "This was probably just a random mugging, Jax.  Nothing to do with the club."

"...I want you to tell that race-traiting old man of yours and his little biker gang, to stop selling guns to other niggers and wetbacks..."

"We don't know that, Lee.  So, until we can figure this out, you're coming with me."

Lena sighed heavily, running hand over her curly bun.  "So, what?  I don't get a choice in the matter?"

"Yeah, you can either choose to stay at the clubhouse or my house."

Lena wasn't going to argue this anymore.  She was too physically and mentally exhausted from everything that has happened in the last 24 hours to fight anymore.  She just wanted to get back in bed and never wake up again.

Lena also knew that Jax was meaning business when it came to wanting her safe with him.  It was just a losing battle.

"Fine," she huffed, giving in.  "I'm not staying at the clubhouse.  Too many people."

"Okay," Jax nodded.  "Just pack up some of your things, I gotta make a phone call.  You good for now?"

Lena stood tight lipped and nodded herself.  Jax watched her for a few moments, before he and his reaper disappeared from her sight.

In about 30 minutes time, Jax was helping Lena down the stairs, holding onto her duffel bag.  As the two of them made it outside, a tow truck from TM pulled up to curb, as the prospect Half-Sack hopped down from the passenger side.  Jax gave the driver a quick nod, and the truck pulled off, leaving just the three of them.

"You called Half-Sack?"  Lena whispered in surprise at her ex.

"He's gonna help take you to my house, while I go see my mom."

Lena rolled her eyes in annoyance.  This was exactly what she didn't want.

"Hey, Jax."  Half-Sack approached the pair, as they stood next to Lena's Mustang.  "Lena."  The young man nodded her way, and Lena gave him a strained smile, trying to hide her bruised and battered face from his view.  He then looked back at Jax, a bit concerned.  "What's up?  What do you need?"

"I need you to take Lena to my house."  Jax explained to the young prospect, tossing Lena's duffel at him.  "Make sure she gets settled in and gets what she needs."

"Jax," Lena began to protest.

Jax ignored her protests and kept his attention on the prospect.  "Here are her keys," he dropped the set of keys into Sack's open palm.  "I'm counting on you to look out for her."  He reached to pat his shoulder, before turning back to Lena.  "Sack is gonna help you with whatever you need."

Lena huffed once more.  "I don't need to be taken care of, Jax."

Jax sighed heavily, stepping closer to Lena.  He felt relief when she didn't tense up and pull back as she had before.  "Just humor me, okay."  He whispered, reaching out to cup her face in his hand.

Surprisingly, Lena melted into his touch.  Jax then went to lean forward, ready to press his mouth against hers.  But that was a mistake as she, again, jerked out of his reach.

"I'm sorry."  Jax immediately apologized, releasing a deep sigh.

Lena shook her head.  "It's okay," she'd reached up to hesitantly place her hands against his that were still holding her face.  "I'm still a bit jumpy."

Again, Jax's stomached clenched.  He then settled for placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, which Lena allowed him to do.

After a few seconds, Jax finally pulled away from Lena.  "I'll be at the house in a little bit to check on you, okay?"  Lena nodded, and Jax turned back to Half-Sack pointing in his direction.  "Take care of her."

"Got it."  The prospect acknowledged eagerly.

Half-Sack and Lena hopped into her Mustang, with Lena sitting shotgun.  Jax quickly hopped onto his bike.  Jax was the first to pull out of the drive way, as his bike had been blocking Lena's car in.  Sack then started the engine and followed suit.

Driving up to the first red light, Jax pulled his bike right next to the passenger side of Lena's car.  Lena looked out the window, just as Jax gave her a warm smile and made his right hand turn back to St. Thomas.  As the light turned green, Half-Sack pushed forward, heading straight for Jax's house.

Jax's day just kept getting worse.  After making sure that Lena was safely at his house, he went back to try to see his mom at St. Thomas, only to find out she had already been released.  Clay then tried to accuse him of sabotaging Opie's Mayan kill, and Jax simply told him it was to protect the club.

Then he found out that Luann's porn studio had been raided by the feds, and now Otto was looking to SAMCRO for help.  Jax was able to find a solution for that problem, after giving that dick-bag who had been threatening stealing Luann's girls, Georgie Caruso, a couple visits.  The second visit was to let Georgie and his crew know that SAMCRO wasn't something to mess with, since the first visit resulted in the busting of one of Luann's girls, Lyla's, nose.

And finally, to place the cherry on top of a fucking fantastic sundae, during a meet with the Niners, the Mayan's pulled up on a drive-by in retaliation for their fallen friend.  Bobby had been shot in the process.

Now Jax had to call on the last person that he wanted, needing their help.

Jax stepped into the clubhouse, only to find that his doctor ex-girlfriend was already there, working on Bobby's injury.  He was surprised to see that his mother was there, watching everything that was going on.

Jax quickly stopped passed Bobby, who was holding a bloody rag to his shoulder where a bullet had pierced its way through.  "You okay, bro?"

The older guy nodded his head, sipping on a bottle of expensive liquor to keep his mind off the pain.  "I'm in good hands."  He grunted, referring to Tara, who was going through her medical supply bag.

Jax and Tara made quick eye contact, and he gave her a warm smile.  "Thanks for coming."

"It's no problem."  Tara snipped, turning her attention back to Bobby.

"They took two cases of the AKs."  Tig, who was standing next to Gemma, explained.

Jax released a heavy sigh, not wanting to deal with this shit at this moment, before turning to look at his mother.  He could see the injury to her face and neck from where she had braced for the impact in her accident.  What was with the women in his life being hurt like this?

"Oh man," Jax commented, placing a hand on Gemma's shoulder.

"I'm okay, sweetheart."  Gemma quickly reassured him, pulling him into a hug.  "I heard what happened with Lena, she okay?"

"She's real shaken up, but hopefully she'll be okay.  She'll be staying with me for awhile."  Jax told his mother.

They both hadn't noticed that Tara was also eavesdropping on their conversation.

"That's good."  Gemma nodded, crossing her arms across her chest.  "It's the best thing for her right now.  She say anything about what happened?"

Jax shook his head fervently.  "No, she doesn't remember much.  She said the whole thing was a blur."

"You thinkin' it's club related?"

Jax shrugged, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.  "I'm not sure.  That's why I asked her to stay the house."

"I'll go talk to her in the morning."

"Ma," Jax exasperated, seeing the wheels turning in his mother's head.  He knew exactly what she was thinking.  "Please do not go and antagonize Lena, a'ight.  It's been a pretty shitty 24 hours.  Just leave her alone and her rest."

"Fine."  Gemma huffed, now placing her hands on her hips.  "But it's no coincidence that me being ran off the road and Lena's mugging happening on the same night."

And before Jax could respond, he heard his name being called.  He looked up and saw that it was his stepfather who'd called him.

"In here."  The club President stated firmly, as he stood at the door of their church.

Jax knew that Clay was about to give him more shit for this Mayan blowback bullshit.  But he definitely wasn't going to allow Clay to pin this solely on him.

"I'll talk to you later."  Jax gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading toward the church doors.

As Jax closed the door, he walked up to Clay who was sitting on the top of their table with the reaper proudly carved into it.

"That judgement call you made today," Clay began, "for the good of the club?  That shit came back to bite us in the ass, and it almost killed Bobby."

"I see that."  Jax stated calmly.

"Whatever you think the truth is," Clay spat bitterly, "everything I do is to protect what we got.  It's never arbitrary.  And it's never reactive."  He gruffed.  "I've been doing this for 30 goddamn years.  I know a few things."

Jax waited a beat to let Clay think what he was spewing was the truth, but Jax knew better.  And he knew what he did was right.  "Taking that tag off the Mayan was the right thing to do, Clay.  You and I both know that."

"You want to challenge me?"  Clay questioned rhetorically.  He had no idea what was going on with his stepson, but he'd be damned if he let this shit affect his club.  "Fine.  I don't give a shit."  He quickly stood up to get in Jax's face.  "But the minute it stops becoming about this and starts to get personal, they'll know that.  They'll lose respect for you and they won't even trust you anymore.  And then you'll be handling everything on your own.  Think about that...son."  Clay finished, brushing past Jax and out of the doors.

Jax was left alone to let Clay's words sink in.

When Jax finally arrived home, it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning.  He quickly thanked Neeta for staying longer than she was originally supposed to and helped her to her car.  Setting his keys down into the decorative bowl on the table in the foyer, he then removed his kutte to hang it on the coat rack.

The first place Jax headed was Abel's nursery to check on his son.  He was surprised to find Lena still up and sitting in the rocking chair next to his Abel's crib.  He noticed that not much had changed from her appearance from earlier, as was dressed now in a pair of his sweats and another one of his SAMCRO tees.  Her curly hair was still a bit damp as it hung a few inches past her shoulders, which meant she had recently taken a shower.

Lena hadn't noticed Jax's presence, as he watched her quietly watching his sleeping son.  It warmed his heart just watching her watch him.  She was going to be a great mother to his son, and he was hoping that they could finally start to put all this shit behind them and move forward.  Together.

Jax moved from his spot at the door, making his way into the room, causing Lena to jump in fright at his presence.

"It's me," Jax held his hands up at her panicked state.

Lena felt her heart fall into the pit of her stomach, at the shadow that she saw quickly moving toward her.  When she noticed that it was Jax, as he finally made himself known, her heart started to calm.

"Jax," she placed a hand on her racing heart, "you scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry, darlin'," he squatted down, "what are you still doing up?"

Lena began to fidget in the rocking chair.  "I, uh, I couldn't sleep."

Jax got a bit concerned that Lena still seemed a bit panicky.  "I'm sorry that I'm just now getting here.  Shit got crazy with the club and Luann's studio."

"What, uh, happened with Luann's studio?"  Lena questioned, avoiding Jax's gaze.

"Feds raided it, took everything she had.  Then this asshole producer started threatening to take her talent.  So, the guys and I went to pay him a visit to show him who's boss."  He casually joked, and he watched her demeanor calm a bit.

Lena cracked a small smile.  The first smile all day.  "I'm sure you guys had him shaking in his pants."  She giggled softly.  "What's going to happen with the studio?"

"We're letting her use our new warehouse," Jax explained, "we're going to split the profits 50-50."

"So, SAMCRO is now in the porn business?"  Lena questioned, and she hated to admit that jealousy swirled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of those scantily clad women being around Jax.  But she then realized that she and Jax are not together, and he was able to do what and who he pleased.

Jax immediately sensed Lena's uncomfortableness.  "We're just the muscle, babe."  He reassured her, placing a hand on her knee.

Lena looked down at the gesture, her breath catching in her throat.  She hated the fact that even Jax's touch, a simple touch—a touch she's craved to no end, made her feel absolutely disgusting.  She was fighting the urge to shrug it off.

Jax quickly noticed that Lena's demeanor changed again.  She had a look in her eyes that he'd never seen before.  And honestly it was starting to worry him even more.

"Hey," he called to get her attention, "you okay?"

Lena swallowed thickly, sobering herself up.  She then quickly stood to her feet, knocking Jax's hand off her knee.  "I'm gonna head to bed."  She started for the door.

Jax tried to stop her, but Lena blocked it.  "Jax, please," she pleaded, on the verge of tears.

Jax took a step back, letting her leave from his sight.  That clenching in his gut he was getting tighter by the second.

Back in the fetal position, in the pitch black dark guest bedroom of Jax's house, Lena was failing to fall asleep.  She had been staring at the same spot on the wall for the last hour.  She tried to sleep —she really did.  But every time she closed her eyes, she saw them.

...the masks...

She could still hear his voice.  Her skin prickled from the thought of his touch.  All of their touches

Lena could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat.  But she quelled the urge to vomit this time.  This time, she climbed out of the bed.  She immediately noticed that the time on the old school alarm clock was now reading 4:26 AM.

The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, Lena stood.  The pain just a little bit more bearable now than it was this morning, thanks to the pain medicine Tara had prescribed her.  But every time she took a step, there was still a small twinge.  Making her way to the bedroom door, she turned the latch and opened it wide.

Lena quietly made her way down the dark hallway, avoiding the creaky floor boards in the process.  She quickly peeked her head into Abel's nursery, finding the infant still soundly asleep.

Swallowing the lump in the back of her throat, Lena stood outside of Jax's bedroom —a room she was all too familiar with.  A room she spent many nights in.  A room she once called her own.

Raising a fist, she was prepared to give the door a knock.  But she quickly stopped herself.  Her breath started to become short, as if she were slowly being smothered by a pillow, and her heart began to pound angrily in her chest.  The ringing in her ears didn't help her trembling fingers, as they tried to find any kind of purchase against the wall.  It was all starting to become too much for her to take.  Then her world shifted off its axis, and her body was sliding its way down to the floor.

Pulling her knees to her chest, Lena held back a full body sob, as she began to rock back and forth.

The panic continued to rise in Lena, and she hadn't noticed that Jax was now standing before her until he quickly gathered her into his arms.

The moment Lena felt the warmth of Jax's bare chest against her cheek, she finally gave in and released that sob she had been holding back.

Jax wanted to ask questions, but he chose not to.  He just knew that Lena needed him, and he held her close to him.

Lena continued to break down in Jax's arms, as she clutched onto him tight.  She knew that somewhere, she still felt safe in his arms.

"Can I stay with you tonight?"  Lena asked, her body still shaking.  She didn't want to go back to that room alone.

"Of course."  Jax told her, planting a kiss to her forehead.

After a few more moments, Lena's breathing had started to return to normal, and her tears began to dry.  Then the two of them cautiously climbed into his bed, Jax careful not to trigger Lena.  He laid back, opening his arm for her to join him.

Lena looked down at the gesture, hesitantly, for a few seconds, before finally laying her head on his chest.  Jax immediately wrapped his arm around her, pulling her as close as she would allow.  Planting another kiss to her forehead, the two of them just lay in silence with only the sound of their breathing.

With the soothing sounds of Jax's beating heart, Lena was starting to feel safe again.

Even if it was only for tonight.

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Jax Teller-Injury

This was requested by @buckysjuicyplums (I messed up some requests, but I think I got this one right!) 

Plot: Summer mornings with Abel are always unpredictable. 

Summer in Charming was the most similar thing to hell on Earth. Every part of the town emanated heat, and you couldn’t go out of your house without rivers of sweat falling down your neck. Lucky for you, Jax’s house had an air conditioner machine that made the whole place have a normal temperature. Being the supportive and amazing girlfriend you were, you were staying with him for the whole summer; and maybe because your apartment didn’t have air conditioner, but it was better to think the other way.

Still, even if the cool breeze of the machine made your feet cold, you preferred to stay away from your heater boyfriend. That meant no cuddles, no hugs and the minimal amount of sex. Along with a pouty Jax.

“Please, darling” Jax looked at you with puppy eyes from the other side of the bed. “A quick hug?”

You were laying on you side, just on your underwear and knowing what your boyfriend meant by “a quick hug”; he had done it before. You chuckled softly, not moving your foot from his chest, the only thing preventing Jax reaching you.

“Go and hug your son, Jax. You’re not getting near me until winter, get that in your head”

“Am I only a personal heater to you? I thought we had something special here, Y/N!”

Jax gripped your foot with his hands and started tickling it. Between laughs, you lost all the resistance and Jax pulled you closer to him by your leg; two seconds later, you were crying under him as he tickled you to no end.

Small footsteps sounded in the hallway, and soon a frowning Abel appeared by the door. He looked to the both of you, deciding who he was going to help. There, with his little hand gripping the side of the door and his small face frowning, he was the cutest boy in the world for you. Not like his father was letting you say anything with his hands on your sides.

“Hey buddy” Jax stopped and looked at his son, smiling softly. “What are you doing up?”

“I heard mommy scream” he said warily, still trying to guess who was hurting who. “Are you hurting mommy?”

You weren’t his mommy, but Jax didn’t do anything to correct him. His mother was a junkie who nearly killed him and made the first year of his life a nightmare. Wendy disappeared from their lives as soon as Abel was out of the hospital, and the little boy grew up with you as his father’s girlfriend. Or his mommy, as he called you.

With your own apartment and life, and just four years of relationship, you didn’t want to move in with Jax yet. But it didn’t mean any problem with the little boy, who still called you mommy and treated you like one.

“No-“

“Yes!” you moved from under Jax and quickly returned to your original place, opening your arms and waiting for Abel to climb with you. “Daddy was being a meanie to me baby”

Abel looked towards his father with a deep frown, his kid mind already deciding Jax was being the bad guy. With fast and short steps, he ran and climbed into the bed with your help, nesting in your chest.

Jax’s mouth fell open, looking at the betray of his son. Playfully, he crossed his arms and faked indignation, watching as his son could cuddle you yet he couldn’t even get a quick hug.

“I see, you side with mommy? That’s it, Abel? You betray me for her?”

“You were being bad daddy!” he pointed an accusatory finger. “I’m not going to let you near mommy ever again!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips at his adorableness. With just three years and a half, was smarter than any of the kids in town. He knew most of the letters and numbers, had manners like his father and talked about anything. Sadly, it was probably because of the life he was being raised in. Abel had to see how his father came home more than one night with his kutte stained with blood, how those who he called uncles went to “some place” and never came back, and he even had been between a misfire twice.

Jax’s hands took you out of your daydreaming, pulling you both closer to his body and creating a sandwich with Abel in the middle. The little kid laughed and screamed, trying to get free from his father. The heat in the room was long forgotten, and you enjoyed watching Jax playing with Abel for a while.

Finally, you managed to break free and take Abel with you, getting up from the bed.

“I think it’s time to have breakfast. Do you think daddy has been good? Or do we left him here and we go out to buy our special breakfast?”

Between the laughs and fun, you hadn’t missed how Jax’s phone had lighten up a few times, the guys or his mother calling him. It didn’t matter that it was Saturday morning, you were lucky enough to have him with you last night. Since Abel was born and you entered in his life, Jax had not been in any Friday’s party, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t active in the club.

“Special breakfast! Special breakfast!” Abel clapped excitedly, missing your face for just an inch.

Special breakfast was usually your way of keeping Abel entertained while Jax took care of the club’s business. You went out to his favourite place, bought his favourite milkshake and spent the morning in the park. That way, it was easier for him to spend a morning, or a whole day, without his father.

You placed Abel on the ground and let him run towards his room, where he could get changed and pick up his toys for the park. The bed dipped again under your weight, and that time you did hug Jax. He ran his hands along your sides, placing you on top of him and kissing your lips.

It was a lazy kiss, the “quick hug” long forgotten. As if he was already apologising for leaving.

“It’s okay” you smiled at him. “Go take care of that business, I don’t want Gemma all angry and crazy here.”

“I’ll pick you up after it’s over, I guess it’s something related with Stahl” he sighed. That woman had been behind the club for at least two months, and was driving Jax crazy. He had tried to do everything right and not let her find anything against the club, but she was searching in the darkest places.

“Be careful, alright? It doesn’t matter what she does or says, don’t lose your shit and keep your head high” you kissed him again, that time really feeling the heat radiating off his body. Still, you caressed his cheek before falling apart. “I love you”

“I love you too, Y/N” he looked up at you with big lovely eyes. “I can’t even tell you how grateful I am for everything you do for me.”

“Just repay me by getting your hot ass out of my personal space” you laughed, rolling to your side.

You watched him, most likely stared at him, as he put on his underwear and clothes. He bended down by your side to pick up his trousers, and you didn’t miss the opportunity to smack his round and perfect ass. Jax jumped a little and looked at you with a raised eyebrow, promising you unsaid things.

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Abel’s mouth was still stained with chocolate, and you had to run after him through the whole park to wipe it. Even with the warm weather and the high temperatures, the park was rather nice. The high trees and the lake made the temperature drop a few degrees, and you found yourself sighing in peace sitting in the shadow and watching Abel ran and play.

The park itself wasn’t too big, just a few swings, a slide and a small sandbox, all of it surrounded by grass. There were a few kids with their families, and Abel was quick to make a new friend and play with her. You watched as they played with Abel’s trucks in the sandbox, something similar to a mother’s pride filling your chest.

Too busy smiling at them, you didn’t notice someone sitting next to you. It took you a few seconds to turn your head to your right and see agent Stahl watching Abel with a sick smile. You frowned, not understanding what was she doing there. Still, you smiled at her and tried to be nice, for the sake of the club.

“Good morning, agent Stahl” you said, making her look your way. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“I was just strolling down the park, I saw you sitting here all alone and I thought you might need some company.”

You swallowed your words, knowing that she was there for something different. She was wearing her work suit and you could make out the gun on her trousers. Not an outfit for a quiet walk around the park.

“Well, I’m pretty good here. Though thanks for worrying” you turned away from her, looking at Abel. You thanked whoever was up there that he didn’t notice the strange woman by your side. He was pretty protective of you and Jax, always wary of strangers; just like his father.

It was silent for a while, her presence breaking the peace of the moment you were enjoying. Deep down, you were waiting for her to talk again, and she didn’t disappoint you.

“Where is Jax? There must be an important reason for him to miss this familiar trip” you rolled your eyes at her question.

“He’s busy somewhere, I don’t keep track on his movement. Not the obsessed girlfriend.”

You’re already obsessed enough. Stahl was really becoming obsessed with the club, and had gone to great lengths to catch them. She had even talked to Tara, Jax’s ex who lived two states away and didn’t know anything about him.

“Is he in the club?” she pressed further, knowing fully where was Jax.

“I’ve already told you I-“

Abel calling your name interrupted you, and he ran towards you with a happy smile; still not having noticed the federal agent. You got up from your stop, welcoming him with open arms and smiling at his contagious laugh. Stahl stayed behind you, not making her presence known yet.

If you had payed closer attention, you would have noticed that behind you two agents were all dressed up and backing up Stahl, but you were too focused on Abel. He told you about Sherryl, his new friend who had to leave soon because her father was taking her on a trip. His excited speech finished when he saw Stahl behind you, suddenly gripping you tighter and forgetting about his happiness.

“What do you think about going home? We can spend the rest of the morning playing games there” you proposed, wanting to be as far as you could from her. Abel nodded softly against your knee, hugging them as if his life depended on it.

You made him go and pick up his toys as you turned around to talk to Stahl. What you didn’t expect was to find her with the two agents at her sides.

“Look, Y/N, we don’t really want to drag any attention, we just want you to answer to some questions about Jax. So, if you would so kindly come with us to the station” she gave you a fake smile, the agents’ hands not leaving their guns. “It will take a few minutes only, I promise, and I’m sure someone can watch over Abel while we talk?”

Talking was a kind way of calling “asking you questions about the club until your head explode”, you thought. You looked back at Abel, who was putting all of his toys on his backpack as he looked at you.

“Maybe another time, it’s awfully hot and we really want to go home”

“Or maybe you’ve misunderstand me” she raised her perfect sharped brow, crossing her arms. “I’m sorry. What I meant was that you’re coming with us to the station to be interrogated about the sons’ activities. I’ll make sure Abel is somewhere cool, he can play with his toys while we talk.”

“Why do I have to be interrogated? I’ve got nothing to do with the club” you frowned. “If you want to talk with me so badly, you can find me in the hospital working on Monday, and I’ll be more than happy to answer your questions. Now, it’s Saturday morning and I want to spend my weekend with my son”

“Mommy, I’m ready.”

Abel appeared by your side, and gripped your hand tight. It was the first time you called him your son; even if he wasn’t by blood, you felt like he was really yours. Abel had his backpack on, and was tugging your hand to keep going. Still, you didn’t move and waited for Stahl to answer.

She looked at you for a while, her eyes filling with anger little by little. She had talked already with every other old lady; they hadn’t told her anything, but they didn’t tell her no either.

“I really want to do this the easy way, Y/N” she took a threatening step forwards, and you had to put your hand on Abel’s chest to put him in his place. He might had been a little boy, and he might had been scared as hell, but he wasn’t going to let a stranger near his mommy.

“The easy way is to come talk with me on Monday, when I’m not with my son.”

“You’re blocking a federal investigation. And because of that, I have every right to do this” she turned towards the agents, and nodded to them. “Bring her to the car, I don’t care if you have to put the handcuffs.”

While the tall one took Abel out of your arms, the other one gripped your arm and pulled you away. Abel cried and screamed, trying to get close to you and dragging the attention of a few people around you. They all knew who you were, yet they didn’t do anything to avoid it. Jax’s son was probably as aggressive and impulsive as him, so he didn’t hesitate to bite the agent’s arm; what led to him being thrown to the ground.

You called his name and broke free to grab him, feeling the blood on his knee and getting angrier. Abel cried harder, clutching his bleeding knee and begging for his daddy. However, before you could get up again, the agent pulled you up and dragged you to the car.

Your screams and threats didn’t do anything, and you got stuck watching how they put Abel on the car and you followed after. If it had been any other agent or Jax would have been any other criminal, they wouldn’t have done anything probably.

But they were rougher because of the hate they held for the club, and didn’t measure they force when they put on the handcuffs. You felt your wrist snapping under the hard man’s hands, and you cried out.

“No! Don’t hurt mommy!” Abel cried from the other’s agent arms, trying to get you. “Don’t touch her!”

Jax was going to be angry.

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If there was a thing that Jax hated about the club was that there wasn’t a damn fan or air conditioner in the whole place. The hard leather of his kutte was sticking into his back, and he could feel his shirt drenched in sweat. Church was lasting longer than what he had thought, because they really needed a way of leaving Stahl behind. Yet after nearly three hours, they came around with nothing.

Jax watched as his phone lighted up from the corner of his eye, the vibration making the whole table look at him. Thinking it was just Abel wanting to talk to him, he went to turn it down. But just as he was doing so, he realized that it wasn’t your name on the screen.

A few years ago, Jax had left his phone number in the station for emergencies, knowing that Unser was trustworthy. He knew he would only call him if it was an important matter, so he didn’t hesitate to leave everyone with their mouths open and walk out the door.

“Unser?” he closed the door behind him, a frown on his face. It had been ages since he had called him.

“Yeah, Jax. Didn’t know if you had the same number, thank God you have” he sighed. “It had been a while since you left it here, and-“

“What’s the matter? Something has happened?” Jax heard him take a deep breathe on the other side. “Look, I’m in the middle of something, so it better be something important.”

“Stahl was supposed to have a free day, she told the department she was going to take care of some personal shit” Jax tensed at her name. “You know she has been asking around about the club, even going to the old ladies’ houses.”

That was one of the reasons of the meeting that day. Opie was tired of Stahl chasing his wife and kids around Charming, trying to get information they didn’t have. Gemma had found her in the supermarket, and the prospects had always an agent following them around. There wasn’t a single men or women in the club that wasn’t framed.

“I know, we’re taking care of it. You’re kind of late, old man.”

“I don’t think so” Unser said, and there was an awkward pause before he talked again. “I’ve here your old lady and your son. Stahl has nothing against them, but unless someone comes and picks them up they can’t leave. She hasn’t let Y/N call anyone, so technically they must stay here.”

“Fuck” Jax whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand. Everything that could go wrong, was going even worse. He gave a hard kick to a stool that was next to him. “Fuck, fuck and fuck!”

Jax let out another bunch of curses before thanking him briefly and hanging up. The noise and Jax’s screams had made Opie and Gemma get out of the Church.

“What’s the matter? Who was that?”

“Stahl has Y/N and Abel in the station” he scoffed as he looked for the van’s keys. “They won’t let them out until I pick them up. I’ll call you later.”

He didn’t let them say anything else as he speed out of the club.

The way towards the station was the longest in his life, thoughts of ways to murder that woman running wild through his mind. She didn’t have the right to mess up with his life. His hand, white from gripping the wheel, clenched and unclenched a few times, imagining that it was Stahl’s neck.

After five agonizing minutes in a too-hot van, he ran out of it and walked towards the station. When he opened the door, he was met with the soft breeze of the air conditioner; and his son calling him between sobs.

Jax turned his head to the right and saw Abel inside an office, the agent who was supposed to watch him, too tired of his screams, playing some game in the computer. His little hands pounded against the glass, and his glossy eyes met his father’s and were filled with more tears. Jax ignored the kind woman in the front and walked towards the office, opening the door and crutching down to hug his son.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry no more. I’m here, you see? I’m here now” he caressed Abel’s head and pushed it against his neck, feeling how his little fist gripped his t-shirt. “Shh, breath, Abel, everything is fine now.”

The officer rose up, ready to shout at Jax but backing down when he saw the look on his eyes. Abel kept sobbing in his neck, yet he could make out a few words. He winced a little when Jax moved him, and nothing in a million worlds could have prevented Jax to look down.

His little knee, his son’s precious and small knee was scratched, a small and misplaced band aid on it. The wound, which was actually nothing more than a scratch, was not covered completely by it. Jax peeled it off with care, but he couldn’t avoid hurting Abel a little.

“How did you get this, buddy?” he frowned, rocking him up and down to keep his sobs at bay. “Did you fucking do this to my son?”

His voice, that for his son had been soft and caring, for the officer held nothing but hate. He gulped down, scared of Jax and ready to pee himself.

“N-No! They-They just dropped him here, and I was told to watch over him” the officer said, too fast and showing his fear. “I-Look, I even put a band aid on it!”

“Are you that much of an idiot?! You put the damn band aid on the wound!”

“I did my best man, fuck, I didn’t-“

“Don’t fucking swear in front of my son!”

Jax’s voice roared in all the station, the veins of his neck showing at his anger and his face red. He might have said a lot of bad words in front of his words, yet whoever said one might want to take care of his balls. Abel’s broken sobs made him look at him, finally understanding what he was saying.

“M-mommy, I want mommy”

“Where is mommy, baby?” Jax got up and walked towards the officer, who seemed to be facing hell. “Where is Y/N?”

Inside the officer there was no amount of loyalty for his boss, Stahl, anymore, only fear, so he pointed towards the end of the hall. Jax gave him one last look and ran towards in, not letting Abel out of his grasp. He saw Unser inside one of the offices, and decided that he would talk to him later; then, he only had an objective in mind.

Jax pushed the man who was blocking the door aside, and opened it with a hard push; it hit the wall behind and made everyone look at him. Inside, agent Stahl was sitting on a chair in front of you, her back facing Jax. She had a few papers in front of her, and Jax managed to see one or two dead corpses on them. Stahl was showing them to you, hopeful to get some answers, yet getting nothing at all.

Your face lighted up when you saw Jax with Abel in his arms, and he smiled in relief when he saw you safe.

“I think this is over, then” you smiled at Stahl. “Seems that I don’t need to call him to get him here, right?”

Stahl blinked a few times, hating the fact that Jax had managed to get there so soon; only a few more minutes and she was sure she could have gotten something out of you or Abel.

“Right” she scoffed, getting up. “I’ll talk to you soon, Y/N.”

She got up and turned around, looking at Jax dead in the eye. Abel clutched to his father tighter, trying to make his small body invisible for that woman. The two guards that were there exited the room before her, without giving Jax a glance. Stahl stood in her place for a while, and decided that it was a good idea to touch Abel’s head.

The little boy shirked away and tried to put as much distance as he could between them; however, that time Stahl didn’t get to touch a hair on his head. When his daddy was around, no one would ever look at him the wrong way. Jax gripped the agent’s wrist with force, making her make an uncomfortable face.

“You’re not going to talk to Y/N soon, and definitely you’re not going to touch my son ever again” he tightened his grip, making her put her other hand on his arm and try to pry it away. “Because if you do, I’m going to make sure the next dead corpse picture in that desk will be yours. Am I clear?”

“Are you threatening an federal agent, Teller?” she chuckled “I could arrest you-“

“But you’re not going” he smirked, not letting her go; if only, he made her double her knees in pain. “You don’t want your bosses finding that you took my girlfriend’s right for a call.”

Stahl pulled hard one last time to get free, and Jax let her go at the same time; making her fall on her butt. She looked up with an embarrassed face and ignored Abel’s attempts to cover a soft laugh between the tears. After getting up with the little left of her dignity, she gave you a dirty stare and ran out of the room.

As soon as she was out, Jax placed Abel on the ground and ran towards you, cupping your face between his hands. Abel climbed on your lap and hug your middle, as the tears on his cheek dried out. You didn’t have time to say anything before Jax crashed his lips against you, not caring about squeezing his son between you. He lengthen the kiss for a few seconds, almost reluctant of letting you go. By the time he let go, your lips were red and swollen, and he was ready to take you home.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come any sooner” he looked down to where Abel was finally calm, happy to be with both of his parents again. “Unser called me, and I ran here as fast as I could.”

“We’re fine, Jax” you smiled. “It was just a scare. But promise me you will deal with that bit-woman, deal with Stahl soon.”

Jax laughed at your attempt to soften your language in front of Abel, who already heard too much of it in the club.

“How is your knee, buddy? Does it-“

Jax stopped himself when he looked down to his son’s knee. He was sitting in your lap, one of your hands in Jax’s shoulder and the other one on Abel’s knee. That hand, that he had dreamed of putting a ring on for so many months, was swollen and had a dark and nasty bruise on it. He moved backwards a little and took it between his hands, careful as if you were made of glass.

“What the hell is this?” he frowned.

“It’s nothing, Jax, just a bruise-“

“The bad agent hurt mommy” Abel talked, his face resting in your chest. “He was rough with her, like when I push my toys too hard and they break. I tried to stop him, daddy! But he wouldn’t listen to me!”

You smiled at Abel, wondering what could you have done to deserve such a kind soul. Jax smiled too, telling his son that he had done his best.

“It’s probably broken” you whispered, not meeting his eyes. “You think Chibs can do something or we should go the hospital?”

“When it’s something related with the club, I don’t mind handing it to Chibs” he said. “With you it’s different, I’m not taking any chances. We’re going to the hospital.”

“I have my special band aids on the car!” Abel’s eyes lightened up, happy to think he could help. “Daddy, have you brought the car?”

Jax shook his head and Abel looked down, suddenly sad again. Before he could start crying again, Jax came up with a solution.

“You know how you can help mommy?” Jax smirked slowly, already knowing you wouldn’t like the idea. “You’re going to tell me who hurt mommy, right? And we’re going to teach that asshole that you don’t mess with mommy!”

“No!” you said, at the same time Abel talked too.

“Yes! Yes, daddy! We’ll teach them no one fucking mess with mommy!” he clapped excitedly, throwing himself to Jax’s arms.

You gasped at Abel’s word and Jax laughed; it was the first time Abel said a bad word, too young to even know them. Jax got up and, with Abel on his shoulder, dragged you closer to his side. He kissed your pouty lips, taking your anger away. Between laughs and a smack on the back of Jax’s head, you walked out of the station.

So much for a quiet summer day.

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Daughter of Anarchy. Chapter 1. Part 5.

3rd person’s POV.

Elizabeth and Jax pulled up at the clubhouse, Lizzie got off of her dad’s bike the second it was parked, the air around her dad right now was so tense and all she could think about was how she wanted to get away from it. In hindsight, Lizzie should have tried to talk to him, considering how lost she was feeling. Her mother in the hospital and her little brother on the verge of dying. It was a lot to take in for a 13 year old kid but her dad had enough issues and he didn’t to be dealing with hers. Lizzie threw a half smile to her dad before walking towards and into the clubhouse. She didn’t really think anyone would be awake or at least out in the clubhouse, she assumed they would shacking up with some croweater but she didn’t like thinking about that because it’s gross, so she was surprised to see Chibs sitting at the bar with Half-Sack. Both their heads snapped up at her, she really didn’t want to hear their sympathies about her mom because at this point, with Wendy, it’s nothing new.

“Hi Darlin.” Chibs said to her with a sympathetic look in his eye and on his face which Lizzie hated, she didn’t like sympathy, and to be honest it should be directed more at her dad than her, it was his son who was going to die.

“Hey Uncle Chibs.” She said, and nodding to Half-Sack as some sort of greeting, and made her way to her dad’s dorm room, when she opened the door she was hit smell of man, she couldn’t find any other way to describe it but that. It was also a mess but for tonight she could deal with it, she made a mental note to talk to her grandmother about staying with her instead of here, and thinking about it, she didn’t know why she just didn’t go with her gram in the first place. Taking a look at her dad’s dorm room made her regret that decision big time. Lizzie set down her bag and sat on her dad’s bed, she leaned her head back and just sighed. She really wasn’t in the mood to sleep and after everything that happened today she wasn’t sure she could if she wanted too. After about 5 minutes of peace, which was the only 5 minutes of peace she had gotten all day was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Come in” Lizzie sighed out, mentally preparing herself for a conversation with whoever was behind the door, the door opened and Chibs walked in.

“What?” Lizzie asked Chibs as he came in and sat next to her. 

“Just checkin’ on you Lass” Chibs said putting his hands up in mock way of defense. “Chill, I’m not gonna bite your head off” Lizzie said rolling her eyes “but anyway thanks for your concern, but I’m fine and dandy” Lizzie answers, Chibs looked at her, and gave her look that pretty much said“You’re lying, and I know you are, so start talking”, Lizzie didn’t like that look but she knew that there wasn’t anyway she was about to get out of this conversation. “My dad has just been you know distant, not really in the mood to talk, which I get and I don’t judge him for, he’s going though a lot too, but..” Lizzie stopped and let out a sigh. “But?” Chibs asked, egging her on to continue.

“It’s hard to explain, it just feels like he’s pulling away when I really need him most or we need each other most.” Lizzie said, she had no idea where that came from, Chibs just has a way of getting people to spill their hearts out to him, it was weird. Chibs was silent for a second and Lizzie thought for once in her life, she had finally been able to silence him, but her thoughts were interrupted when he started talking.

“Your dad loves you Darlin”, more than anything in this world, don’t ever doubt that” He said sternly. Lizzie gave him a sad smile but didn’t say anything, she really just wanted this conversation to be over, she guessed Chibs got the memo from her silence.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, we’ll talk more in the morning.” He said, leaned down and kissed her forehead and left the room, Lizzie decided to take his advice and try to sleep. She turned off the light and laid down, soon enough she was out like a light.

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“Hey, Kid.” was the first thing Lizzie heard when she woke up, and she realized she was also being shaken pretty hard.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Lizzie said as she opened her eyes and saw it was Tig.

“Ah look, sleeping beauty is awake, get up, Gemma is leavin for the hospital soon.” Tig said, Lizzie sat up and looked at Tig. “My dad here?” She asked, but she felt like she already knew the answer. 

“Nah, he left a little bit ago, but Gemma is leaving soon.” He said and left the room. Lizzie ran a hand through her hair, today was the day of Abel’s stomach surgery and she was more than nervous, she loved that kid so much already and she honestly believed she wouldn’t be able to handle if anything happened to him. After she was done getting ready she walked out of the dorm to see Sack, Chibs, Tig and Piney. 

“Mornin Darlin’” Piney greets her, Lizzie gives him a smile and nod, Tig walked over and handed her a cup of coffee that she knew for a fact he didn’t make because Tig can’t do shit on his own and made a mental note to thank Half-Sack later.

“Here, hopefully this will help with your bitchy attitude.” Tig said.

“And they say chivarly is dead.” Lizzie deadpans back, Tig just laughs and walks away to go do whatever the fuck Tig does. Lizzie walked away in search of her grandmother because she was the reason she was so rudely awoken. Lizzie made her way to the office, which was where Gemma mostly likely was, because she did spend most of her there, and surprise that’s exactly where she was.

“Hey Babe, you ready?” Gemma said as Lizzie entered her office, Lizzie nodded her head and set down her empty cup on Gemma’s desk. 

“Go wait in the car, I’ll be right there” she said, Lizzie sat her grandmother’s small car that always made her feel trapped. About 5 minutes later Gemma came out. 

“Luann is meeting us at the hospital.” Gemma said as she sat down in the car. 

“Okay.” Lizzie said, most of the car ride was silent, Gemma said a few things here and there but didn’t really try to start up a conversation. When they both arrive at the hospital, they go into the waiting area, they see Luann is already waiting for them. When she spots them, she rushes over and gives Lizzie a hug. 

“Hi Lizzie, how are you?” Luann says as she pulls away, leaving her hands on Lizzie’s shoulders.

“To be honest, I’ve been better.” Lizzie says, a little shocked. 

“I can only imagine.” Luann says and removes her hands from her shoulders. Lizzie, Gemma and Luann all sit and wait for the doctors to come out and update them on Abel.

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About an hour later, Dr. Knowles came out, they all stood up and walked over to her. 

“Abel’s stomach surgery went well, but it’s putting a strain on his system. Dr Namid doesn’t want to wait, thinks we should do the heart surgery now.” She said.

“Okay so what happens—“ Gemma starts but Tara interrupts her.

“A specialist is on his way from San Francisco, one of the best pediatric cardiovascular surgeons in the country. Soon as he gets here, we’ll begin the procedure on Abel’s heart.” Tara said.

“That’s good right?, that they aren’t waiting?” Lizzie asks, Tara looks at her and her eyes go soft from the previous “doctor eyes” as Lizzie calls them. 

“It’s the best choice, yes” Tara answers and gives Lizzie a smile. “Okay, Thank you.” Gemma says. After a beat of silence Tara turns to Gemma.

“Can we talk?” Tara asks. Gemma looks at Luann and Lizzie.

“We’ll be right here baby.” Luann says and leads Lizzie away, even though she didn’t really want to go, Lizzie shots Gemma a look that reminds Tara so much of Jax that she has to look away, when she looks back she notices Lizzie is now looking at her, and gives her a smile and walks away with Gemma. 

“What is it?” Gemma asks.

“Wendy’s in really bad shape, Can’t stop crying.” Tara says, Gemma rolls her eyes.

“And?” She asks.

“I was hoping you could talk to her, or at least let her see her daughter. Just let her know she’s not all alone.” Tara says, automatically assuming Gemma is the reason that Lizzie won’t see Wendy.

“Trust me, nothing I’m gonna say to that crank whore is gonna make her feel loved.” Gemma says.

“Forgot just how forthright you could be.” Tara says back sarcastically. 

“You forgot a lot of things, sweetheart.” Gemma says, she wasn’t going to stand there and let the doctor who left her son talk to her like that. 

“If you have a problem with assisting on Abel’s case, just say so.” Tara says completely done with Gemma. 

“You a good doctor?” Gemma asks.

“Yes” Tara answers quickly. 

“Then I don’t have a problem” Gemma says. 

“Okay.” Tara says and starts to walk away when Gemma pulls up her shirt, this draws Lizzie’s attention and she sees the crow on Tara’s back, she assumed she got that for her dad, because all old lady’s do. 

“Guess there are something you can’t change” Gemma says.

“I leave it there as reminder that all the shit is behind is me” Tara says.

“I forgot just how clever you can be” Gemma says.

“If you change your mind, Wendy’s in there” Tara walks away and goes down the hallway and Gemma comes back to Luann and Lizzie. 

“What was all that about?” Lizzie asks Gemma.

“Nothing baby, don’t worry about it” she answers. As she, Gemma and Luann walk away, she makes it one of her top priorities to have a private conversation with Dr. Knowles. 

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Authors Note: So I’m backkkk, I tried a new style of writing for the story hoping it works better because I really wanted to be able to give more detail and I also tried to expand the relationship between Lizzie and the guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I might be able to post another one today but I’m not sure, I love you all and thank you for the support. 

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Honesty

AN: this was requested by @mrsjaxtellerfan. I hope I did some justice to your idea. 

This is a whole new style of writing for me and it doesn’t come to easy for me but I’m trying to step outside of my box and improve my writing. So, thank you for supporting me in this endeavor by sending in a request. 

Jax x Plus Sized Reader

Word Count: 1060

Honesty

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Losing your brother Opie. He wasn’t simply just your brother. He was your twin. Meaning you and him shared a bond that was deeper than anyone else could understand. So losing him, it hit you hard. You swore up and down that you felt the exact moment he took his last breath. You didn’t need to hear a single detail, you just knew he was gone and that he was never coming back. 

That was why you spent so much time holed up with Jax. You sought out comfort and familiarness. You just needed to see him because he was there when Opie took his last breath. Swore to seek out vengeance while the loss just made you realize how short life really was and how you didn’t even know if you would live to see a week from now, let alone in the morning.

You smiled to yourself, pulling the hood off your head as you wiped away the silent tears that had been falling. Turning slightly to see Jax who had his nose buried in a book. It was a far cry from his usual demeanor but it was still very much attractive. Which brought you to the edge of honesty. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You knew you were far from his type but at the same time, you just had to let him know and hope for the best.

“Jax,” Your voice was quiet and shaky as you watched him slowly look up from his book and flash a crooked grin. “Can we talk for a moment?”

Jax closed the book before dropping it onto the coffee table and moving closer to the brunette. “Sure, what’s on your mind huh?” He studies your face carefully before grabbing your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m all ears.”

You chuckled softly, running your free hand through your hair before you sighed. This was something you could never go back from. You were either going to be completely honest with him and be humiliated over it, or be honest and have the feeling reciprocated. Something you doubted was going to happen. You were tall, curvy and confident, while he liked short, skinny and without any type of curve. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to handle you. “So, losing Opie, it has made me realize a whole lot of shit. Like, life is fucking short and I have to start being honest with myself and everyone else in my life.”

He nodded slowly, watching your slight movements. “Like I said, I’m all ears. Get out what you have to say. No judgement zone.”

“I hope so,” You took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I have had feelings for you for quite a while now. I get it, not your type and I’m Opie’s twin, so it might be a bit weird or whatever. I really like you though Jax.” You nodded slowly both proud and afraid for yourself. You were putting yourself out there, something that you tended to shy away from. It was years of rejection that had hardened your heart, followed by years of learning to love yourself, that allowed you this moment of confidence. You just needed him to reject you softly but swiftly. 

Jax stared at you for a few more moments. Trying to process the information before he steadied both of your hands. “Yeah? So, you think you just know my type and know me well enough to assume that you’re not someone I could be attracted to.” He shook his head slowly. “You’re my best friend’s sister, his twin at that. I got threatened by Opie time and time again. Remember that valentine’s day in fifth grade when I got you flowers and chocolate, asked you to have ice cream and pizza with me?” 

“Yes,” You remembered it very well. It was one of the best moments of your life. Getting to go on a date with Jackson Teller; the Prince of Charming. Even though it had been chaperoned, you loved every single moment of it. It was the first time you enjoyed food with someone who wasn’t your brother. You didn’t feel judged, you felt liked. “It was my first actual date.” You chuckled as you felt your cheeks flush red. 

He chuckled. “I came to school that following Monday with a black eye,” He gently grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him again. “I lied and said I was hit in the face with a stray fuckin’ baseball. Opie punched me in the face, said you were off limits and that he’d never allow it.  I guess I should’ve stood up to him but you saw how big he was.”

You nodded slowly, butterflies in your stomach as you hoped this trip down memory lane was leading up to where your heart wanted it to. “Opie never told me that. He always vouched for the baseball to the mug story.” You smiled at him. “What are you trying to say Jax?”

“It’s you,” Jax leaned closer to you and kissed your full lips softly. “I don’t have a set type. Plus, I don’t have the best history of picking out women.” He laughed as he studied your face. “It’s you, it’s always been you and will always be you. I just thought that I wasn’t your type. I’m not the smartest or the most talented. You’re intelligent as all hell and you’ve got your shit together.”

“None of that matters, it’s how you’ve always made me feel. You never made me feel like I was less because of my size. It’s just the pattern of who you dated and I’m no Tara or Wendy. I’m far from being submissive.” You let out a small giggle as he pulls you onto his lap. “It’s always you and I don’t want this to go bad. I’m willing to give it a fair shot if you are.”

He nodded and smiled before kissing you again. “Life’s too short for us not to give it a fair chance.” He pushed your hair out of your face. “You are gorgeous. You also thought you were slick with thinking you know me that well.” He chuckled as he wrapped you in a tight hug. “You’re stuck with me Winston.”