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David Hale

#3 “whatever your about to ask the awnser is no”

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David sat at his desk, buried in paperwork when he noticed a soft knock on his office door. "Yes, come in," he called without looking up, assuming it was just another rookie officer with a stupid question.

"Whatever you are going to ask, the answer is no" he sighed out.

But when he looked up and saw his girlfriend standing there with a small smile and a bag in her hand, he broke into a grin. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he said, rising from his desk to greet her.

"I figured you might have forgotten to pack lunch again, so I brought you something," she replied, holding out the bag with his favorite sandwich from the local deli.

David chuckled. "You know me too well," he said, taking the bag and leaning in to give her a quick kiss.

They sat down on the small couch in his office, and he unwrapped the sandwich, taking a bite. "This is exactly what I needed, thanks."

She smiled warmly, watching him eat. "I knew you had a packed day today. Thought it might help if you got at least one meal in."

"You have no idea" he said, shaking his head. "I've got a budget meeting, a press conference, and an interview with HR, all before 2pm. It's going to be a long day."

She placed a hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You'll get through it. You always do."

He smiled at her words of reassurance, feeling his stress melt away just a bit. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he said softly.

"Probably live on nothing but coffee and stale donuts," she joked, poking him in the side.

He laughed and swatted at her, playful. "Hey now, I do eat healthy sometimes."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? When was the last time you had a vegetable?"He thought for a moment, racking his brain trying to remember. "Umm... does french fries count?"

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

He feigned a look of hurt. "Hey, I'll have you know I am a catch. You're lucky to have me."

She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "Yeah, yeah. I guess you're alright."

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[chloe-skywalker]

I Know Them Better - Jax Teller

Jax x Fem!Reader

David Hale x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA

Word count: 1,942

Summary: Being Hale’s sister and dating Jax is complicated to say the least. Especially when hale doesn’t know about it

Authors Note: First Jax Teller story! So excited for this. There will be more!!!!

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The sun was breaking through the curtains which in return woke Y/n and Jax up slowly.

“Good mornin Darlin.” Jax smirked as he opened his eyes to see Y/n laying there next to him.

“Back atcha handsome.” Y/n smirked back not even opening her eyes, enjoying being in bed with her man. Since they were currently at Y/n’s house they didn’t have to worry about being interpreted or so they thought.

Right when they both were gonna try to go back to sleep there was a loud pounding on Y/n’s front door. Which made both of their eyes open quickly and widely.

“Are you expecting someone?” Jax asked her.

“Not that I know of. Stay here.” Y/n got up and threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts before glancing back at him and she noticed his nervous and apprehensive look. “I’ll yell for you if I need you, my knight with shining motorcycle.” she teased him.

Y/n walked down the hall and headed over to her front door only to see her brother on the other side causing the racket.

“David.” Y/n said his name in shock, why was her brother at her home she thought as she opened the door and greeted him.

“Y/n.” he greeted back as he entered her home.

“So what’s up brother?” Y/n said loud enough for Jax to hear so he knew who it was and to not come out of her room.

“I need you to be careful around town.” David told her as they stood in Y/n’s kitchen.

“Why? What's up?” Y/n furrowed her brows.

“Samcro’s up to something. And I have a bad feeling about it.” Hale told her annoyed at Charmings local Biker group.

“Why do you hate them?” Y/n questioned her brother trying not to sound upset with him for judgment of the Son’s. But it was hard not to, he judged them and doesn’t even know them.

“They’re criminals Y/n.” He told her simply.

“They may not be completely innocent but they also protect the town David. You have to see that.” Y/n tried with David often but it was hard when she had to not let on to her and Jax’s relationship. 

Y/n could see from her spot standing in the kitchen down the hall and saw Jax listening in to their conversation. He just smirked at her.

“Their good deeds don’t outweigh their bad ones.” Hale stated to her before sighing. “Just be careful okay? I don’t want you to get hurt because of them.”

“Okay. I’ll be careful.” y/n nodded along to appease him. But She wasn’t going to stay away from Jax or the club. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you.” David smiled at her gratefully. He sometimes hated that she was still living in Charming, it made it harder to protect her. “Oh I won’t be able to have our normal weekly dinner tonight. I have to work late.”

“Okay, that's fine.” Y/n smiled at him.

“Bye Y/n/n.” Hale hugged her before heading for the door to leave.

“Bye Bro.” Y/n watched him leave before hearing the front door shut.

“Man, he really doesn’t like us huh?” Jax spoke from the entrance to the hallway.

“Not funny.” Y/n rolled her head to look at him. It was hard for Y/n that she essentially had 2 different lives. Y/n was close to her brother and they normally talked about everything but she couldn’t share with him anything about her relationship because he wouldn’t approved.

“Well, since you're not gonna be busy tonight. Why don’t you come to TM. We’re not having a party but we are all gonna be hanging out at the clubhouse. That way you don't have to be alone and get more time together.” Jax suggested walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jax knew Y/n hated being alone and he’d take any time they could spend together.

“Okay. I don’t like being alone and I miss all the guy’s.” She nodded in agreement looking up at him.

“What about me?” Jax raised a brow teasing her.

“Of course you.” She shook her head with a laugh at his antics, as she headed into the kitchen with Jax on her tail. Y/n grabbed a drink from her fridge as Jax watched her for a moment biting his lip before pushing off of the kitchen wall and leaving the room. Y/n called out at his retreating form. “Where are you going?”

“To pack you a bag.” He called back from down the hall, turning into her bedroom.

“Jax?” Y/n pushed off the counter top to follow him into her room.

“We’re staying the night at the clubhouse.” Jax states.

Y/n raised a brow, she knew all he’d try to pack. She rolled her eyes at his packing taste. “If all your gonna pack is lingerie-”

“I’ll pack other things.” He smiled mischievously.

“Like what?” Y/n asked him with a tilted head, curious to his other thoughts on what to pack.

“Extra of my clothes and you can wear those.” Jax smiled cheekily.

“Hmmm.” Y/n hummed, nodding amused at his answer.

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@ TM  Next Morning

“Aye Lass, Morning.” Chib’s greeted with a nod and a smile upon seeing Y/n exit the dorm hallway.

“Morning.” Y/n greeted the Scottish man with a smile on her lips.

“Hey Darlin, you look good.” Jax looked her up and down as she walked over and he handed her a glass of orange juice.

“Hmmhmm, I’m in your clothes after all.” Y/n hummed smiling up at him knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“You should just wear my stuff from now on.” He smirked with a shrug.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Y/n laughed, and then her phone started ringing.

“Hey, Whats up?” Y/n said answering her phone upon seeing her brothers name flashing on the screen.

“I need you to come down to the station.” David stated cutting to the chase.

“Why?” Y/n asked confused as to why he’d want her down to the police station?

“Just to talk about something. See you soon.” He wouldn’t say over the phone.

“Bye.” Y/n barley got it out before the line went dead.

“I have to go.” Y/n said looking up at Jax with a tight lipped, slightly sad smile. She didn’t want to leave.

“Nooooo. Why?” Jax whined wrapping his arms tighter around her waist as he sat behind her on a stool.

“Sorry, brother calls.” She sighed getting out of his hold and standing up.

“You gonna be okay, lass?” Chibs asked, they all considered Y/n family. She’d been around since her and Jax were in highschool.

“Yeah. Y/n/n. We could come with.” Tig offered fully prepared to back up the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“Nah, I’ll be okay. Brother just probably wants to rant about you guys anyway.” Y/n waved them off.

“You comin back?” Jax asked as he hands her her keys.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. Love you.” She smiled and leans over to kiss his cheek.

“Love you, too.” Jax squeezed her waist before watching her go.

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“Hey. Why’d you need me down here?” Y/n walked into her brother's office shutting the door behind her before she went to sit down across from him.

“The Son’s are planning something. It’s gotta be big because they’ve been having meetings with every rival gang around. Its gonna be big and its gonna get people hurt. If not killed.” David explained to his sister stressing the possible implications of what he believes is to come.

“Maybe they're making deals to protect the town.” Y/n shrugged. She of course knew what was going on, Jax told her things even she shouldn’t know. But she couldn’t tell her brother that.

He shook his head in denial. “They aren’t. I know them. This is going to have a ton of casualties. Their gonna-”

“Stop! Just stop.” Y/n cut him off having had it with his obsession of making them the bad guys. “I know them better than you do. I know exactly what they do and what they were doing. Because unlike you I actually know them, and no I won’t share what is going on with you. Sorry.”

Hale furrowed his brows. “How do you know so much about Samcro?”

“In fact, whose clothes are you wearing?” He spoke up again. David noticed finally that she was wearing a men's shirt way to big for her, what really got him though was that the shirt had a faded “Samcro” printed on the front.

“I’m wearing Jax’s shirt because He’s my boyfriend. Had been for almost a year.” Y/n let out a stressed breath and just came out with her secret relationship that was only a secret to her brother.

“For fuck’s sake!” David let out angrily shaking his head.

“Shut up and listen.” Y/n told him standing up, taking charge of what was going to be said. “They are good guys. They may be in some not so legal shit, but they're good guys. Either give them a chance or back off some. You're stressing yourself out to unhealthy levels when it comes to Samcro.”

Y/n worried sometimes at how stressed the thought of the Son’s made her brother it was so unhealthy for him.

Y/n got up and stormed out of his office and the station. Right now she only wanted to be around the Son’s. Mainly Jax. Her Jax.

Once she got back to TM  Chib’s was the first to notice.

“Jackie boy. Someone's back and she looks stressed.” Chibs called out as he watched Y/n pull in on the faster side and all it took was one look at her body language to know something happened.

“Don’t think that talk went so good.” Juice commented as they all watched Y/n, the girl normally so calm and mostly relaxed acting very agitated and stressed.

“Y/n/n, what's wrong? What happened?” Jax asked as he approached her halfway seeing how stressed she was Jax pulled her into him for a few moment’s knowing his embrace comforted her.

“He knows about the club’s meetings with the rival MC’s, and he knows about us.” Y/n told Jax stepping out of his hold looking up at him. Jax looked shocked when she mentioned their relationship being outed to her brother. Y/n sighed before telling him. “I couldn’t take it anymore. He noticed my shirt as well. I had to tell him. . . I also told him to back off the club. You're all good guys and he’s stressing over it in unhealthy ways.”

Jax cupped the side of her face, he knew how worried she was about her brother finding out about their relationship. With how much he hate’s Jax and the Son's, how could she not worry. “I know you're worried that you’ll lose him because of our relationship. I’m sorry Darlin.”

Y/n gave him a half smile. “On the bright side we don’t have to hide and sneak around anymore.”

“Come on, Darlin. We missed you.” Jax mirrored her half smile. That was a perk of David now knowing, but Jaxx just wanted to cheer her up at the moment.

Jax wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her over to where the others were. They were her family to and they’d support her no matter what.

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Feminism: David Hale x Reader (Feat: Jax Teller)

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Companion piece to Graffiti, Crime Wave, Distraction & Art School

Jax thinks that he was in love with you. The problem is you were bad for the club which meant you were bad for him so he cut you loose. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do.

Your crime?

Feminism.

You don’t like the way the club treats it’s women and you’re vocal about it, not just to him but to others too. It gets Clay’s back up which is why his President tells him to put you in your place.

“A quick slap will knock that shit right out of her.”  Clay tells him as he puffs on his cigar.

But Jax, he could never raise a hand to you so he does something worse, something  irredeemable. He offers you out to the boys, he makes it clear you’re fair game, free for a fuck. He does it because he knows you’ll never stand for it, that you’ll be out of the door as soon as you realise he’s betrayed you.

“She’s a firecracker when you get her started, pull her hair, choke her a little and she’ll be the sweetest gash you’ll ever have.”

The words taste like poison on his tongue as he looks at you over by the bar, talking to one of the croweaters. You have no idea what’s coming.

It’s Tig that takes a run at you, that puts your hand on his cock and tells you he knows exactly what you like. You almost twist his balls off before giving Jax a look of complete contempt. That’s the night he comes home to find a five foot dick spray painted across the front of his house and David Hale tucking you into the back of a cruiser because a neighbour called the cops.

“Look, don’t charge her.” He tells Hale because he knows it’s shit like this that will get you kicked out of art school and he can’t stand to be the man that shatters your dreams. “I deserved this.”

“I have no doubt about that.” Hale tells him as he jots something down in his notebook before slipping it into his pocket. “I’m just surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.”

He doesn’t see you again for a couple of months after that and that’s the way he likes it. He knuckles down, focuses on the club, fucks every woman that crosses his path. That’s how he learns to forget you, if he’s buried in pussy he’s not thinking about the woman who isn’t occupying his bed.

He doesn’t expect to see you on Main Street, he doesn’t expect it to be with Hale. He’s heard rumours that the Deputy Chief is seeing someone, that he’s got some prep in his step. It isn’t until now that he realises it’s you.

The two of you are outside the ice cream shop, waiting for the queue to die down. Hale’s arm is around your shoulders, his lips by your ear as he whispers something into it. You tip your head back and laugh and that sound, Christ it feels like his heart is being ripped right out of his chest.

It gets worse because there’s love there, real love. He can see it as clear as day. It’s in the way your fingertips chase along Hale’s jaw, your thumb brushing over his cheek. When you kiss him, it’s with a tenderness that the two of you never had and that’s when Jax realises that he’s fucked up. The man you’re in love with, he’s determined to bring down SAMCRO and there’s no way in hell Jax can ever let that happen.

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You step out of the holding cell, bruised but victorious. Your brother, Jax, meets you with a grin.

“Deputy Hale told me everything,” Jax says, eyes twinkling with pride. “Ima’s in the next cell, looking pretty defeated.”

You smirk, adjusting your jacket. “Well, she needed a lesson. You don’t mess with a Teller and get away with it.”

As you pass Hale on your way out, you flash him a flirtatious smile. “Thanks for the quick exit, Deputy. I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Hale blushes slightly, nodding awkwardly. “Just… have a good rest of your evening.”

You wink at him. “You too, handsome.”

Jax shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

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Forced Together

Summary; After an altercation with Jax, David is forced into a closet with you, however, it might just be the best thing he's ever done... Pairing; David Hale x Female Reader WordCount; 532 A/N; Hey my lovelies back with another Drabble! Hope you enjoy Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

David shook the door handle, pushing the door with all his might. Nothing. He shoved his shoulder against it violently. Nothing. What was the door made of? Why wouldn’t the dam thing open? 

“You’re gonna do yourself damage if you keep that up.” You were sitting on a crate nearby, head in your hands. Why weren’t you the least bit worried? David forced his body against the door again, with more force this time. 

“He’s gonna let us out of here eventually.” David’s jaw tightened. Jax flaming Teller. He was the reason he was in this mess, to begin with. 

“So we sit here and wait?” 

“Beats your Superman impression attempting to break us out of here- Aren’t you the reason we’re locked in here in the first place?” David turned to see you glaring at him. You hadn’t done anything wrong, guilty by association. 

“What did you want me to do? Stand there and let him talk to you like that.”

“I could handle it! Nothing I hadn’t handled before!” 

“You shouldn’t fuckin’ have to. You deserve to be treated like a lady, not some hang out at the clubhouse.” 

“Look at you defending my honour!” You snarled. Eyes darting to the floor unable to look at him. You could have handled Jax Teller, you’d handled worse in the past. 

“Someone should! You’re one of the only legit businesses in Charming. You’re kind to everyone, even when they don’t deserve it! Jax was attempting to take advantage of that!” 

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to fall for it?”

“No, of course not.” David ran his hand over his head. Everything was coming out wrong. He was trying to do what was right. He seemed to be making that mistake a lot lately. Always trying to do what was right, it always seemed to come across as wrong, or someone was angered by it. 

“But that doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t defend you. My parents taught me to defend a lady, whether they needed me to or not. I’m not gonna apologise for that.” David slumped against the wall, head hanging between his legs. Wandering how long it will be until Jax decides to let you out.

David glanced up at the gentle thud on the ground. Neither of them said anything at first. A cold silence spread between you both. Resting your head up against the wall, you turned to look at him. 

“No one’s actually stood up for me before, most people usually turn their heads, so thank you.” David glanced at you, he licked his lips before answering. How could no one have done it? 

“You don’t have to thank me. Suppose it's any consolation, if I had to be stuck with anyone. I’m glad it’s you.” 

“Well, thanks anyway.” The two of you fell silent, silently ticking the time away. David cleared his throat.

“When we get out of here, what do you say we grab a bite to eat? I could take you out to dinner. I know a place.” 

“Yeah, when we get out of here.” In a silent agreement, you both counted down, filling your lungs with oxygen before yelling with all your might. 

“Jax!” 

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Try Enjoying It

David Hale x Tara Knowles

Warnings: 18+, language, pining

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I wrote this for the love of my life @garbinge for the Trick or Treat Exchange and I had the time of my life doing it. I've thought so much about these two together in the past and it was so nice to actually get to write something for them. I also realize I haven't really written any canon character x canon character stuff and posted it here but I do have things lurking around in the docs lmao. Anyway! Enjoy!

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Halloween in Charming was about what you’d expect from any small town. Kids were running from door to door, parents half-heartedly playing catch-up with them to make sure they didn’t get too far away. Lights were on above almost every doorway, decorations abound. It was a sweet scene, for the most part.

Just like every other town, though, Halloween in Charming came with its own set of trouble and chaos. Teenagers were running amok causing trouble. Twenty-something’s partied a little too hard and made some stupid decisions in the wake of it. Extra work for Charming PD, but nothing that was unmanageable—they knew it was coming every year.

The one thing that set Charming apart from other small towns, all 365 nights of the year not just Halloween, was the Sons of Anarchy. And, while the club wasn’t exactly known for being festive on Halloween, they were known for causing trouble. Real trouble. Again, that wasn’t something that was specific to the holidays. It was easier to try and hide their messes when there were so many other things going on, though. And they tried.

Hale missed what the original call was on the radio. The details of it didn’t make it through the static but what he did hear was the location, and that was all he really needed to hear. He tried to wrap up the current situation on his hands as quickly as possible. After all, it wasn’t like the kids buying beer from the corner store with fake ID’s were really doing any serious damage. Hale would never admit it, but he was actually a little impressed that they at least tried to be creative enough with their costumes to not get busted for using fakes. Too bad the man behind the counter had been working there long enough to have seen every trick in the book.

By the time that Hale got to the clubhouse, there were still cop cars parked at the compound, lights on but sirens off. Pulling in, he saw Gemma yelling at one of his other officers, Clay standing just a few steps away shaking his head at it all. Whatever the call must’ve been that triggered this, it couldn’t have been that serious if Clay was still there.

Stepping out of his car, Hale walked over. The second Gemma heard his footsteps on the ground she turned and focused all of her attention on him. “Are you the one who started all of this shit?” she asked.

Hale lifted his eyebrows slightly, the smirk on his face was unprofessional, sure, but it wasn’t as though Gemma was the type to give a damn about professionalism. “I don’t even know why we’re all here.”

“Just you and your guys, looking for any reason to jam us up.”

He gave a slow nod. “Yeah,” sarcasm dripped off his voice, “sounds like us.”

The officer she’d been speaking to previously cleared his throat, earning his way back into the conversation even if he didn’t want to deal with more of Gemma’s wrath. “They took Teller and Winston down to the station.”

Hale nodded. “Alright. You got things here, then?”

The young officer clearly didn’t want to be left to his own devices again with Gemma, but he also knew that Hale only phrased it as a question to be polite—he didn’t have a choice in the matter any more than Jax and Opie had a choice in getting brought to the station. “I got it here.”

Hale whipped into the station parking lot just a handful of minutes later. Hopping out of his car, he wasted no time heading right in. It was impossible to miss that Jax and Opie weren’t the only people who had been picked up over the course of the night. There were a few teenagers in the holding cells—they probably wouldn’t even end up booking them, really, just calling their parents and getting them in a bit of trouble at home. A few hours in a cell might be a decent deterrent for a bit, though, so they let them marinate in there.

He ran into Unser before anyone else, which he should’ve seen coming considering who it was that was picked up. There hadn’t been a time in recent history when Unser didn’t look annoyed, but he seemed more annoyed than usual under the current circumstances.

“What’s going on, Chief?” Hale asked, more smug than he had the right to be considering he didn’t have any idea what was going on outside of Jax and Opie being picked up.

“Why don’t you tell me. What the hell are you hoping to get out of Jax and his friend in there?”

Hale held his hands out just slightly, palms out like a sign of innocence. “I didn’t bring them in—I just showed up after the fact.” He paused, letting Unser turn that information over in his mind before asking, “What’d they get brought in for?”

“What started off as a noise complaint turned into assault on a police officer,” one of their other officers piped up before Unser could try and respond to downplay the issue.

Hale couldn’t hide the confusion on his face. “Assault on a—”

“Jax took a swing when one of the guys got smart,” Unser said with a shake of his head.

“When he got smart?” David couldn’t stop the incredulity from sneaking into his voice. He knew that Unser was always going to be pulling for the men in the MC, but sometimes it still managed to shock him.

“Yeah,” Unser replied, no hesitation, just as stubborn as the man in front of him. “Maybe we should have the rookies stop following you around—put ‘em with someone who can teach a little bedside manner.”

Hale rolled his eyes. “Like you? Might end up getting a little too close to the be—”

“Yo!” Jax yelled out from the cell. “Hale, what the hell are we doing in here?”

Hale chuckled. “From the sounds of it, you’re here because you assaulted a police officer.”

Jax scoffed. “Assault. Jesus Christ. Gemma’s hit me harder than I hit him.”

Hale didn’t mean to smile but he still did. “I believe that.” He paused, sucking in a deep, dramatic sigh as he dragged the moment out longer than necessary. Anything to get more of a rise out of Jax. “Assault on a police officer. Not great for either of you, considering everything. Bail for that isn’t gonna be cheap.”

“You serious?” Opie piped up.

Hale shrugged. “Or you can ride it out. Go home in the morning.”

Opie grunted before letting his head fall back against the wall. “Fuck that.”

“Well, guess there isn’t anything I can do for you two, then.” He turned to Unser and the other officer. “Make sure they don’t manage to slip out. Cut ‘em loose in the morning.”

Unser tried to stop him. “Do you really think this is the best use—”

“They can post bail or they can wait it out,” Hale cut him off. “Just like everyone else in Charming.”

Hale was turning on his heel and heading towards the exit before Unser could get another word in edge-wise. He left them with a remark about how if they managed to get anything in a report that could actually stick, to leave it on his desk and he would look at it in the morning. Realistically, Hale knew that whatever someone had called in on the club for, wasn’t going to amount to anything. Same way that Jax and Opie getting into it with his guys wasn’t going to stick either. He was aware of all that, but he was also aware of the fact that it was all going to be annoying and inconvenient for the club. That was worth it enough, in Hale’s opinion.

When he was walking down the steps of the station, he saw a familiar car rolling onto the lot. He slowed down as his boots hit the pavement. The cocky feeling that just had him walking tall out of the station evaporated immediately when Tara’s cutlass slow to a stop and park right next to his Jeep.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, forcing himself to keep walking. He didn’t know why he felt guilty as he walked closer to her car—none of what had unfolded was his fault. And it wasn’t even like anything had really happened. It certainly wasn’t the worst run-in Jax had ever had with Charming PD.

Clearing his throat, Hale got her attention as she was putting her car keys into her purse. “Tara.”

Looking up, her eyes widened slightly for a moment in surprise until she saw who it was that was speaking to her. Her expression relaxed a little bit then, her tiredness showing through a little more. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing here?”

She laughed half-heartedly. “I think you know.”

“You’re not,” he motioned over his shoulder with his thumb, “you’re not here to bail him out, are you?”

“You want me to just let him sit in there?” she asked with a small smile.

“I think you know,” he turned his words right back onto her.

She laughed again, this time a little more genuinely. “David.”

He was smiling before he even realized it. One simple utterance of his name from her and suddenly he felt like he was right back in high school all over again. She always said it the same way, that note of softness that he didn’t hear from anyone else. Even back then. And now, when everyone in Charming had taken to calling him by his last name, and usually with no hint of softness whatsoever, it landed a little harder.

He knew he was too late to stop himself from getting side-tracked with the thoughts of it all, of her, but he still tried to distract himself by dealing with the situation at hand. “Let someone else babysit him for the night.”

She rolled her eyes, still smiling. “I’m not his babysitter. I’m…” she trailed off for a moment, amusement dropping from her face for a moment before she tried to recover, “his emergency contact, apparently.”

“Tara.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. Letting her head drop back, she sighed. “I know.”

“Jax is a big boy—he’ll be fine for one night.”

“You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“You should try enjoying it too,” he suggested with a slight grin. There was a beat of a pause as they both chuckled before he got the courage to just ask, “You two…?” He wanted to finish the sentence but he couldn’t, mostly because he was afraid of the possible answers.

She shook her head. “No. We’re…that’s…no.”

“Right.”

It all felt so similar. Hale wasn’t sure how much he bought into the notion of deja vu, but something about standing there with Tara gave him a feeling that was about as close to that as he could imagine. There were a lot of years and changes between who they were now, and who they were back in high school, sure. But some things clearly hadn’t changed. Tara came back and suddenly old routines were kicking up again—her trying to clean up after Jax, Hale trying to get her to stop. The longer he stood there and looked at her, the more he realized that old habits were accompanied by old feelings. That sense of pining settling into his chest again—it didn’t feel any less hopeless now than it had then. Back then it had always been her looking at Jax, Hale looking at her. He had to hope that some things could be different now, though. That maybe he had a shot now that he hadn’t back then.

“You should go,” he said, firm enough to not sound quite like a plea even though it was one.

She sighed, nodding. “Maybe.”

He saw the slightly lost look on her face and frowned for a moment. Resting his hands on his belt, he said, “You remember, what was it, sophomore year?”

She raised her eyebrows slightly, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. “It’s all a bit of a blur—you’ll have to be more specific.”

Hale chuckled. “Halloween, sophomore year. All of us were supposed to be going to—”

Recognition flashed across her face. “The haunted house.”

He nodded, smiling. “The haunted house, yeah. We were about to head in when a bunch of their friends came by and pulled them away.”

Her laugh turned into a scoff. “To go and egg houses.”

Hale nodded again. “Right.”

Tara gestured towards the police station. “I think this is where they ended up that night too.”

He laughed. “Probably.”

“I was so mad.”

He laughed a little harder. “I remember.”

“That wasn’t a bad night, though.” She crossed her arms over her chest, smiling as it all came back. “We went to the diner, right? Ate our body weights in breakfast for dinner.”

“Yeah,” he said, the grin on his face coming a little more easily now, less guilt behind it.

There was a pause. Tara was waiting to see if Hale was going to get into his Jeep, and Hale was waiting to see if she was going to do what she’d originally shown up to do and go into the station to bail out Jax and probably Opie too. That was the position they were always left in, always waiting for the other to do or say something more. If only either of them had ever figured out what the other was thinking.

Reaching back into her purse, Tara pulled out her car keys. When she looked back at Hale, she smiled, looking a little less tired than she had a few minutes before as she asked, “Are you busy right now?”

He shook his head, caught between feeling relief and excitement at the question. “Was just about to head home.”

She motioned towards her car. “Wanna go eat? Bet the diner still does breakfast for dinner.”

He nodded without hesitation. “Absolutely.” He chuckled. “Think I’ll get a discount if I tell them the uniform is a costume?”

Tara laughed. “Should’ve worn my scrubs.” She shook her head with another laugh before saying, “I’ll meet you there?”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

[writingplotbunnies]

Best Served Cold (Part 2/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie begins her first day at the station, but a flat tire has her running late.

Word Count: ~2400

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This will be a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Driving over the uneven hard packed road just outside Lodi made Sofie realize she’d forgotten to take into consideration the simple fact that her beloved Charger didn’t have the same clearance as the Humvees she’d spent a lot of her time driving. The location of Sophie’s sniper nest was difficult to find, and uninviting to curious bypassers. As she felt the shocks in her car work extra hard, she realized she might need to increase the budget for car repairs. More of those small details in her plan coming back to bite her. Nothing about this mission was familiar. Depending on an unknown supply source for hardware, knowing she had zero backup when things went pear-shaped - and no matter what, things always went pear-shaped - having a personal target - changed everything.  

She knew it would be a bad idea to go out to her place before beginning her first day at the station, but she couldn’t think straight when it came to this. It wasn’t as though she needed the reminder. The photos taped to the wall of the shed felt redundant because she’d never forget the way her sister’s face looked, the bruising, the blood. What haunted her dreams was the vacant, empty look on her face, the way her eyes clearly told everyone she’d allowed herself to escape somewhere else in her mind, protected herself from the horrors she’d experienced by retreating so far into herself that nothing and no one could reach her. 

Maybe it was penance. A way of punishing herself for not being able to protect her. No matter how many times she’d heard people tell her it wasn’t her fault. She couldn't have known. She wasn’t even in the country. All true. And yet. Olivia was her sister, her best friend, her biggest supporter. Now she was a memory. A ghost who smiled sadly down at her because Sophie knew Olivia wouldn’t approve. She’d demand Sophie move on, grieve and forgive. She frowned. Sophie no longer felt capable of forgiveness. About a mile outside Charming, the car pulling to the left shook her back to the present. Pulling over, Sophie took a deep breath before getting out of her car to check the damage. 

“Shit.” 

She saw the silver of a screw or a nail lodged in her tire. It wasn’t entirely flat, and she just hoped it would get her into town. Showing up to work on her first day wasn’t the impression she wanted to make, but clearly the universe decided to do her exactly zero favors. 

Pulling her phone from her pocket, Sophie called the station. 

“Charming Police Department.”

“Hi, this is Sophie Cooper. Is Deputy Hale available?” 

She waited for the phone to connect, and glared at the tire as though it was the inanimate object’s fault she was in this situation. 

“Sophie, how are you?” 

“A bit embarrassed. I ran an errand early this morning, and on my way back into town, I got a flat tire. It’s not totally flat yet, but it will be by the time I get into town. I wanted to let you know I’d be late, and also ask if you knew of a garage in town?” 

She could hear David let out a deep breath and cursed. 

“I know, I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I saw my first day going.” 

“No, Sophie, I’m sorry, that’s not - there is a garage in town. It’s Teller-Morrow, but it’s owned by the local MC.”

Sophie smiled; maybe she’d get to see Jax again. “Oh, I met one of them outside the diner yesterday. His name was Jax, right? If they can fix my car, I don’t really care what they do on their off hours. Unless it’s a chop shop or something. I do want my car back with all its parts.”

It wasn’t the best joke she’d ever said, but she heard amusement in David’s voice when he responded. 

“No, nothing like that. I just know you’re new in town, and SAMCRO has a way of sucking people in.”

“I just need them to fix my tire.” 

“Of course.”

She wrote the address he gave her on the palm of her hand. “Thanks, Deputy.” 

“David, please. Small town, Sophie.”

“Force of habit. Just be happy I didn’t call you ‘sir’, David.” 

He laughed. “I’ll see you later. Let me know if you need a ride into the station once they’ve looked at your car.”

“See you soon, David.” 

She kept the speed slow as she crawled into Charming, trying to salvage as much of the tire as she could, hoping they could patch it. Thankfully, David gave her excellent directions and she saw Teller-Morrow on the left. Pulling into the lot, she saw a long row of Harleys lined up along the far side, closest to the garage. 

Climbing out of the car, she glanced around. She understood why David wouldn’t want someone new to town, someone working at the station coming to the shop unless they had to. In addition to being an auto shop, it was clearly the MC’s clubhouse. No business in a town the size of Charming needed the tall retractable fences, the barbed wire - the cameras. Anyone with a setup like this knew they had something to hide. 

A woman came out of the office. She walked sure in the knowledge that she ruled everything. Sophie admired her instantly. 

“Can I help you, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, ran over something sharp coming into town, and now I’ve got a flat tire.” 

The woman walked up to her car, rounded the front and looked down at her tire. Sophie wanted to roll her eyes a bit. As though she’d lie about something like that? 

“I’ve not seen you around. You new to town or just passing through?”

Sophie looked up, met her gaze. “Yeah, just moved here. I’m Sophie Cooper.” 

“Gemma,” she said. “My husband owns the shop.” 

“Nice to meet you, Gemma.” 

Instead of answering, the woman straightened up, placed her hand on her hip and moved her eyes up and down Sophie’s body in a way that reminded her of inspections during boot camp. Her stance stated clearly that she’d have preferred if Sophie were in fact just driving through. As she’d expected, not everyone in Charming took kindly to having new, unknown, people moving in next door. 

“Hey darlin’.”  

Turning towards the voice, she saw Jax swaggering across the lot, wiping his hands on a rag he tucked into his back pocket. Grease was a good look on him. Sophie figured anything would look good on him. Or nothing. He offered her a thousand-megawatt smile as he came to stand next to her.

“Thought I was supposed to see you at the station.” 

“Something tells me you’ll still have that opportunity.” 

His answering grin was cheeky. “You know it.” 

“You two know each other?” Gemma asked. 

“Met her yesterday outside Lumpy’s. She was talking to Hale about her new job at the station.” 

Gemma’s eyes widened, eyebrows to her hairline. “You a cop?”

“Ma!” 

Sophie smiled. Seemed as though she’d met the gatekeeper. No one got to a member of the MC without the queen’s permission. If she had to guess, her husband - the owner of the shop - was the MCs president. 

“Me? No, never had much use for them, but they needed a receptionist. Not a lot of job opportunities in a small, close-knit community like Charming. Girl’s gotta eat.” 

Gemma’s lips pursed as she nodded her head slowly. Her eyes lingered on Sophie a moment too long to be friendly before her gaze cut to Jax. 

“Get her fixed up. Friends and family discount.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” 

“I’ll see you around, Sophie.” 

Sophie nodded. “I’m sure you will. Great meeting you, Gemma.” 

Her answering grin wasn’t exactly friendly, but it wasn’t hostile, so Sophie figured it was a step in the right direction. She and Jax watched Gemma walk back to the office before turning to look back at her car. 

Sophie watched Jax walk slowly around her car, saw the way his tongue poked out wetting his bottom lip. She followed him partway, stopping by the passenger door. Resting her hip against the front fender, she watched Jax admire her car, a smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. 

“Nice cage.”

“I know,” she grinned. The Charger was her baby. The closest thing to a home she’d had since she’d been a kid. No matter where life took her, she knew the car would be there. She’d invested a lot of time and money into fixing it up, and maintaining it. She was no mechanic, not when it came to cars. But, she knew what she wanted, and was willing to pay to get the work done right. 

“Other than the flat tire, she’s a dream. Think you can fix it up?” 

Jax walked around the front of the car, fingers trailing along the hood. He moved in close to her, rested his hip next to hers on the fender. It’d been a while since a man had looked at her with the same heat she saw in Jax’s eyes. Of course, she knew he probably looked at everything in a skirt with that same smolder, but damn if she didn’t enjoy it. What girl didn’t enjoy being the recipient of undivided attention?  

“Yeah, I’ll get one of the guys to have a look at it. Probably be able to have it back to you later today.” 

Sophie nodded. “Know where I can rent a car?” 

Jax’s cocked an eyebrow. “Somewhere you gotta be?” 

She laughed. “Yeah, it’s my first day at the station. Off to a great start, aren’t I?” 

Jax shoved his hands into his front pockets, rolled his shoulders forward, and leaned into her space a bit more. “Need a ride?” 

That look in his eye - she knew exactly what he meant, what he was offering. Laroy had expressed interest in her, but this was different. Jax looked at her as though she already belonged to him, as though he had the right to claim her - as though he already had. Her mouth felt parched, her lips parted to say…something, but all she could do was stare at him with her mouth hanging open like an idiot. She could hear her father joking about her catching flies. 

“What’s the hold-up, Jackie Boy?” 

The Scottish brogue startled her from the staring match she’d entered into, and had been quickly losing. Pulling back from Jax, she caught sight of a middle-aged man walking towards them. 

“Tire’s fucked,” Jax said. “Get Sack to fix it up for her.” 

“Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your new lady friend?” 

Jax rolled his eyes, but pointed at Sophie. 

“Chibs, this is Sophie, she’s new to Charming.” 

He came closer and held his hand out. Sophie took note of the distinctive scars on his face, but didn’t make any noticeable reaction to them - at least, she hoped she hadn’t. She’d seen, and caused, a fair number of scars in her life. If anything, his demonstrated a fierceness she could respect. 

Stepping away from the car, she took his hand in hers and offered him a smile that made Jax stiffen beside her. 

“Hi, I’m Sophie.” 

Chibs brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Pleasure to meet you, lassie.” 

“Alright, you bastard,” Jax said, knocking Chib’s hand away from Sophie’s. “Don’t you have cars to fix?” 

She could feel the heat of Jax’s body behind her, felt his hand curve around her hip. Chibs winked at her before over her shoulder at Jax. “Right, back to it then. See you around, love.” 

Jax stepped around her, and she noticed the way Jax’s eyes watched Chibs walk all the way back to the garage. Noted the way he’d angled his body just enough to block her from full view. Glancing up, she saw Gemma standing in the office doorframe, arms crossed, hip leaning against the jam. From this distance, she couldn’t see the expression on her face.

“Come on,” Jax said as turned back to her, slinging his arm low across her back, fingers wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. “Let’s get you to work. Can’t have you getting fired on your first day.” 

Sophie nodded. She allowed Jax to lead her over to the bikes. Noticed that his Dyna parked second in the lineup, and while her interactions with MCs had been comparatively limited, she knew enough to realize that this blond-haired flirt was likely the prince of the castle. Her suspicions were confirmed when he pulled a leather kutte on, and the words “Vice President” stood proudly above the chest pocket. Filing that bit of information away for later, she took the helmet he held out to her and swung on behind him. 

“Ever ridden before?”

Sophie threw her leg over, wrapped her arms around him, slid herself closer to his back and brought her lips to his ear. “Once or twice.” 

His hand squeezed her thigh as he let out a low chuckle. “Hold on tight, darlin’.” 

She did as he asked. Memories of happier times flooded her mind as they drove through the streets of Charming. On the occasions she’d been stateside long enough to come to visit Olivia, she’d enjoyed riding behind whoever Michael trusted enough to have her ride with. He’d shoot her a sly grin and tell her he didn’t trust any of the horny bastards. And, while they had in fact been a bunch of horny bastards, none dared treat her with anything other than respect. Sure, they flirted and teased, but none of them crossed the invisible line that had been drawn. 

Jax squeezing her thigh pulled her from her thoughts. Blinking, she realized they had stopped in the station parking lot. She blushed as she noticed Jax staring at her with a slight furrow between his brows. Without thinking, she brought her hand up and gently smoothed the skin between his eyes. He smiled up at her. 

“Everything okay?” 

She nodded. Slipping from the back of the bike, she unhooked the helmet and passed it back to him. She watched him buckle it under his chin before revving the engine.

“Give me your phone.” 

He held his hand out. Tilting her head, she stared at him. He moved his fingers in a “come on” motion. Rolling her eyes, she placed her phone in his hand. She watched him type in his number before passing the phone back to her.

“Call me when your shift is done. I’ll come pick you up. Bring you back to TM so you can pick up your car.” 

“Thanks, Jax.”

Part 3

Master List

[oftatsnthorns]

All About Victoria 'Tori' Hale-Harland

I love coffee, a hot shower, and an amazing book. Those are just a few of my favorite things.

Married to @oftatsnbikes

Daughter of Jacob Hale Sr.

Sister of @haleofathorn, @ofgunpowdernthorns, @apennynroses, David & Jacob Hale Jr.

Sister in law of @ofgreasencros & @ofasmokehaze

Aunt of many

History Teacher at The School Of The Sacred Roses

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

Reblog if you wish

[ofgunpowdernthorns]

All About London Winston

I love to cause a little trouble, but Daddy hates it. Oops. Not even a little sorry.

Wife of @ofgreasencros

Daughter of Jacob Hale

Daughter-in-law of Piney & Mary Winston

Sister of @apennynroses, @haleofathorn, David & Jacob Hale Jr.

Sister-in-law of @thequietcro, @ofasmokehaze, @ofthornsnlead, @wildfirewinston

Auntie of many

Proud member of Roses Of the Reaper MC

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

Reblog if you wish

[haleofathorn]

All About Veronica 'Roni' Hale

Daddy's little girl? Nope, not this girl. I'm even better, I'm a Rose.

Daughter of Jacob Hale

Sister of @ofgunpowdernthorns, @apennynroses, David & Jacob Hale Jr.

Sister-in-law of @ofasmokehaze & @ofgreasencros

Auntie of Melody Skye

Best friend of @hellonaharley & @ofpetalsnash

CNA & Home Health Aid

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

Reblog if you wish

[grimmlibrary]

Welcome to my library.

Home to my cherished masterlists, found over many years, and saved here so that I may revisit them once more.

~ Grimm ~

#Anarchy’s Sons : SOA

#ATT : Alexander ‘Tig’ Trager

#DH : David Hale

#FCT : Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford

#HK : Herman Kozik

#JCO : Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortis

#LP : Les Packer

#NP : Nero Padilla

#MMC : Mayans MC

[mysticalmallard]

★《SoA Drabble Event》★

SoA Taglist: @arkytiorlecter @aimkatsz @ravennaortiz @darqchilddaydreamz

♥︎ If you want to be added or removed from this taglist comment or message me ♥︎

SoA Masterlist ★ main masterlist

⚠️!! Event closed scroll down to read completed requests!!⚠️

Rules:

★ Send me one mood, a prompt & a character from the lists below.

☆ Be following me.

♥︎ These gifts are only for my followers ♥︎

★ MUST like, comment, and reblog or submission for future requests will be denied and drabble may be deleted.

☆ Only submissions sent as an ask will be accepted.

★ One request at a time, please.

♥︎ As soon as it's done & you reblog, you can send in another one ♥︎

Moods:

□ fluff

□ angst

□ suggestive

□ goofy

□ Random

Characters to choose from:

● Happy Lowman

○ Juice Ortiz

● Tig Trager

○ Jax Teller

● Chibs Telford

○ Opie Winston

● David Hale

○ Nero Padilla

● Marcus Alvarez

○ Half-Sack

● Bobby Munson

○ Clay Morrow

Prompt list:

♡ 1. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

♥︎ 2. "Darling, it's beautiful, thank you!"

♡ 3. "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no!"

♥︎ 4. "Try focussing more on your life and less on mine!"

♡ 5. "I want that woman out of my house!"

♥︎ 6. "Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

♡ 7. "Am I supposed to be scared now?"

♥︎ 8. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you."

♡ 9. "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

♥︎ 10. "I miss moments like this more than anything."

♡ 11. "What's in that bag and why are you hiding it here?"

♥︎ 12. "Well? What happened? I want all the details!"

♡ 13. "I'm ready to try again, if you are?"

♥︎ 14. "Quick, hide behind the sofa!"

♡ 15. "I did a pregnancy test."

♥︎ 16. "The way you flirt is shameful."

♡ 17. "Why would you want to put yourself through something like that?"

♥︎ 18. "Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?"

♡ 19. "My toaster was definitely talking to me this morning."

♥︎ 20. "We could get arrested for this."

Completed requests:

◇ fluffy, Happy Lowman, prompt 7

◇ goofy, Juice Ortiz, prompt 18

◇ fluffy, Happy Lowman, prompt 8

◇ random, Chibs Telford, Prompt 3

◇ fluffy, Juice Ortiz, prompt 14

◇ random, Opie Winston, prompt 8

◇ goofy, Chibs Telford, prompt 8

◇ random, Half-Sack, prompt 16

◇ angst, Opie Winston, prompt 9

◇ random, Tig Trager, prompt 19

◇ fluffy, Opie Winston, prompt 17

◇ random, Jax Teller, prompt 17

◇ suggestive, Tig Trager, prompt 13

◇ fluffy, David Hale, prompt 3

[zalrb]

Would you compare Yellowstone to sons of anarchy?

No. I know Taylor Sheridan is a co-creator of Yellowstone and he played David Hale on SOA but I find Yellowstone way more ludicrous and departed from reality than SOA.

[bullet-prooflove]

ATF!Series Part Five: That Kind of Love - David Hale x Reader, Jax Teller x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989@hatersaremymotivators@bennykk@kelpies-shed

ATF Series:

Part One: A Rabbit You Don't Want To Chase - Stahl makes an unwelcome return to David's life.

Part Two: Fucked - Stahl fucks up you entire life in pursuit of Jax Teller.

Part Three: Hell or High Water - David visits you in jail.

Part Four: Damage Control - David tries to contain the damage and makes a decision about the future.

Everyone thinks the relationship between you and Jax was just sex but the truth is it wasn’t. There are things that Jax told you throughout your time together that he has never told another person. His suspicions over his father’s death, his dismay at the direction the club is taking under Clay’s leadership, how trapped he feels by the legacy that’s been foisted upon him.

Those three months you’d spent together he had found himself falling in love. You were so different than the other people in his orbit, open, free spirited and you didn’t say a single thing you didn’t mean. That’s the reason he’d had to end it with you, because you were so unapologetically yourself it was detrimental.

When he hears you’re leaving for Santo Padre, he knows you won’t be coming back. The art scene over there is bustling, it’s the perfect place for a budding artist especially one of your calibre. He is surprised that Hale’s going with you. That man hasn’t taken so much as a vacation day since he graduated the academy and how he’s taking an eight week sabbatical so that he can that he can be with you over the summer.

It's just another way that Jax would have failed you because if he were in Hale’s shoes, he wouldn’t have been able to leave Charming, Clay would never have let him.

All of this shit you’ve been through recently, the arrest by Stahl, the vandalism charges, losing your placement in San Franisco, all of that’s on him. You’d had it in your power to put him back in prison, to take down the club and instead you’d set your life on fire. He’d like to think it was because of him but the truth is, he knows you were protecting Hale. If Clay thought you were a threat he would have come after you and Hale, he would have got caught up in the crossfire.

That man would do anything for you, he’d proved it when he used all of his political leverage to keep you out of jail. The promotion Hale had been seeking, it’s gone, he doesn’t have the juice for it anymore but he doesn’t seem to care. His priority is you, it has been since the very beginning.

When Stahl shows up at the club that night to wipe that in Jax’s face, he sees the writing on the wall. This bitch, she’s not going to stop just because the two of you have hightailed it to Santo Padre. She tells him as much as she sits in her car in the Teller Morrow forecourt, the engine still running. She’s going to follow you, try and use the Mayans connection to come at SAMCRO. Those guys may be running legit now but there’s still skeletons in their closet, ones that could lead back to Charming.

That’s the reason he gives Clay when he shoots her at point blank range in the head, he was protecting their business from a possible RICO case but the truth is, he was protecting you because Stahl. That cunt was never going to stop, not until she destroyed you, Hale and the club.

They make it look like it was the IRA. It makes sense to the AFT, she was tracking Galen, and now they’ve found her on the outskirts of town, carved up with the Butcher of Belfast’s signature. When Galen turns back up in Ireland, the investigation is torn from their hands and the ATF withdraw from Charming once again.

The night before you leave for Santo Padre Jax turns up outside your house. He wants to say goodbye, to tell you that you’re safe, that you don’t have to worry about repercussions from Stahl or the club. He barely has time to get off his bike before he sees Hale’s Jeep already pulling into the driveway. The other man doesn’t see him, he’s too busy collecting his bags out the back of his car.

You’re wearing one of Hale’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers shorts when you open the door. It rankles Jax to see you in another man’s clothes, he remembers the mornings you’d slip from his sheets wearing a shirt of his that barely covered your ass. Hale smiles when he sees you, his fingers threading through your hair as the deputy kisses you with a tenderness he had never exhibited before he met you.

This is what love looks like, Jax understands, the kind of love that he can never give you.

He waits until you’ve gone inside before he starts his bike. He doesn’t want to infringe on your life any more than he already has. You deserve a man who puts you first and Jax has always known it could never be him.

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[dallianceangel]

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝 ☀️🚓

Another fic for you 💋

🦋 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🦋

You’re sunbathing in the park, headphones on, singing Sex on Fire loudly. The sun feels perfect after a night with Hale, and you sing along with a satisfied smile.

Deputy Hale’s patrol car cruises by, his eyes lingering on you despite his duty. You catch his hungry gaze and shout, “Eyes on the road, Officer!”

He parks and steps out, smirking. “Hard to focus when you’re this distracting. Last night was incredible, by the way.”

“Yeah,” you reply, getting back on your feet. “It really was.”

He leans in, and you share a quick, secret kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs.

You smile, eyes locking. “I love you too.”

The radio crackles urgently. “Assistance needed at 4567 Redwood Street. Disturbance. Suspect is intoxicated.”

Hale looks into your eyes, his voice gentle. “Duty calls.”

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

“You need a place to stay for the night?”

Pairing: David Hale x Reader

Rated: MATURE!!! 18+ ONLY!!! TEASING! ROUGH SEX! UNPROTECTED SEX!

Fandom: Sons of Anarchy (SOA)

I know it’s been a minute guys and I’m sorry! There's been a lot going on. Due to that I want to let you guys know my requests are closed for now until things get back to normal but I will be trying to post the several requests I do have ASAP!

I had just gotten back to Charming. I had been away for way too long but it felt good to be home even if I didn't actually have a home to go back to. My family was gone and I wasn't one to intrude on others. So until I could find a place I decided just to crash in my car. It was already late and I had parked on a random street in a neighborhood. The streets were quiet as most everyone was already in bed at home.

I was in the middle of settling in for the night when a car slowly drove past and then turned into the driveway directly in front of me. I sat as still as I could not wanting the person to think I was casing their place or something. Then I actually noticed the car. I swore under my breath as I took in the now obvious police car. A man got out still clearly in his uniform. He seemed to hesitate before walking over to my car slowly.

"Fuck" I sighed.

He gently tapped on the window. I immediately rolled it down and then smiled sweetly at him. I was taken aback for a moment as I took in his face. Oh shit, I know him.

"(Y/N)?" He asked in surprise.

"David, look at you all grown up." I chuckled softly.

He smiled but sighed as he seemed to relax a little. The two of us had gone to school together. We even dated once. We only broke up because we were going to different sides of the country for college.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asked raising a brow at me.

I gulped suddenly ashamed of my situation. If there was anyone I didn't want to see me like this it was David fucking Hale.

"I was tired. I was just gonna crash in the car for a bit before continuing on." I told him softly.

He crossed his arms over his chest drawing my eyes to how big they were.

"You just passing through?" He asked.

I sighed knowing I'd have to tell him.

"No, I'm back just don't have a place yet," I said quietly.

This time he sighed as he uncrossed his arms. He stepped back from my car as he opened my door.

"Come on," he said softly.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"You need a place to stay for the night, right?" He asked.

"Oh no, I appreciate it David but I'm not going to intrude on you and your family," I told him softly.

He chuckled making me raise a brow at him.

"You're not intruding (Y/N). It's just me and I'm inviting you." He said with a warm smile.

For some reason, I was suddenly elated to hear that it was just him.

"I'm fine David really," I told him softly.

"I won't take no for an answer." He said as he opened my car door.

I sighed remembering how stubborn he was as a teenager. I grabbed my bag out of the passenger seat. After rolling up the car window and making sure I had my keys I followed David into his house. It wasn't anything like you'd expect for a bachelor. The house was well decorated and clean. He either spent very little time here or was a rare species of man. We walked into the living room where I dropped my bag by the couch.

"You're not sleeping on the couch." David chuckled from behind me.

I turned around looking at him with my brows scrunched together.

"Look, I was a dickish teen but I've grown up. If anyone deserves my gentleman side it's you." He said with a small smile.

I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What, exactly, does that mean?" I asked him.

He sighs then takes a step forward.

"It means I was a moron for not stopping you from leaving when you asked me to." He said simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Do you know those moments in the movies when a single second seems to last for hours? That's exactly what happened after David said that to me. His words echoed in my head as the memory of that night replayed. I did everything but beg him to ask me to stay. Instead, he told me he thought this would be a good thing for me. I took that as his way of easily breaking up with me. The gentle touch of his hand on my arm brought me out of my memories immediately.

"You can have my bed for the night. I don't plan on sleeping much tonight anyway. Too much stuff to go over for work." He said with a warm smile.

"I can't ask you to give up your own bed," I told him softly.

He chuckled shaking his head.

"You haven't changed a bit." His smile was bigger now.

I scoffed playfully rolling my eyes at him.

"Actually I have but not my heart of gold as you always called it." I chuckled softly.

"Good, I always loved that about you." He smiled but didn't look at me.

I just smiled and shook my head at him as I picked up my bag. I silently followed him to his bedroom. He opened the door but didn't step inside.

"This is you. Make yourself at home. The bathroom is down the hall, the first door on the right. I'm actually gonna call in some pizza for dinner." He told me.

I nodded taking in all the info.

"That sounds great. I'm gonna take a shower real quick then I'd love some pizza." I smiled at him.

He nodded and then quickly left me alone. I stepped into his bedroom closing the door behind me. I dug through my bag to find some pjs but I quickly realized I didn't pack anything but jeans and shirts. It's a little hard to change or sleep in pjs in a car. I huffed but shrugged it off. David's seen me naked before so I'm not too worried about it. Even if it was a few years ago. I quickly stripped out of my clothes leaving them on the floor by my bag then casually made my way out of the room towards the bathroom. I heard David spit out something he was drinking and cough from somewhere behind me. I only smirked to myself as I stepped into the bathroom.

I took my time in the shower. The hot water felt absolutely heavenly. I couldn't remember the last time I had a really good shower. My whole trip home was cheap run-down motels or sleeping in my car and using baby wipes to clean myself the best I could. It's been a rough road but I had to come home. I couldn't stay out there anymore. I couldn't stay close to him.

When I finally felt refreshed and more than clean I shut the water off. I towel myself and my hair dry then wrapped the towel tightly around myself before exiting the room. As soon as I stepped into the hall I could instantly smell the fresh pizza. I followed the scent into David's kitchen where he was sitting at the counter mid-bite. He looked up noticing the towel immediately.

"Is there a reason for the nakedness?" He asked with an amused grin.

I shrugged and then sat down beside him. I grabbed a slice of pizza before answering.

"Just didn't pack any pjs." I told him before taking a bite of the food.

He nodded but looked like he wanted to question me further. That must be the cop in him. I chuckled to myself at the thought. We both ate two slices in silence before David got up and then disappeared towards his bedroom. I didn't think much of it so I just grabbed another slice and started eating it. I was halfway through it when he came back into the room. He had something in his hand which he handed me after sitting back down. It took me a minute to realize it was a shirt. One of his shirts. It was obvious it was much too large for me but I guess that was the point. I put it on over the towel and then stood up. As the shirt fell down my body I pulled the towel out from under it. I looked up to David as the shirt fell to just above my knees. His eyes were glued to the bottom of the shirt that barely hid my most sensitive parts. If I was to bend over everything would surely be on full display.

"Nope, I don't think that's helping." He said in a lower-than-usual voice.

I chuckled softly. I snapped my fingers in front of his face.

"My eyes are up here Hale," I told him playfully.

"Oh, I know fully where your eyes are sweetheart. I thought my shirt would help with the thought of you being naked but I was wrong. Seeing you in my shirt like that is way worse." He informed me.

I couldn't help but laugh. Talk about someone who hasn't changed at all.

"I use to wear your shirts all the time." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yea, remember what usually happened when you did?" He asked with a small smirk.

I couldn't help the smile that spread on my face. I do indeed remember what would happen every time I use to wear his clothes. That's why I would wear them.

"Why do you think I would steal your clothes?" I asked him.

I watched him freeze for a moment as he registered my words.

"Wait, you did it on purpose?" He asked in surprise.

I chuckled shaking my head at him.

"Wow, guys really are clueless," I said more to myself.

"Excuse me, I am not clueless." He said playfully.

"Really? Ok, the first time we had sex who started it?" I asked him with a shit-eating grin on my face.

He scowled as his eyebrows scrunched together in thought.

"I thought I did but now you have me thinking I didn't." He said in an unsure tone.

"That's because you didn't. It started with a simple 'accidental' touch." I told him, using air quotes to make my point.

He raised an eyebrow in question at me. I shrugged and then took another bite of my slice of pizza.

"No, no, I specifically remember being in my truck. We were kissing and I made the move." He said like he was trying to defend his honor.

I shook my head.

"That was after. Before we got in the car I dropped my house keys. I purposely bent over directly in front of you knowing I would rub up against you when I did so." I informed him.

He scrunched his face up in confusion.

"There's no way you were that manipulative." He shook his head.

I laughed at that.

"I knew exactly what to do to get what I wanted but make you think it was your idea," I told him with a shrug.

"You were a good girl!" He shouted in shock.

"Nope, just a really smart bad girl." I chuckled.

This time he narrowed his eyes at me.

"I don't believe you," He said slowly.

I watched him for a moment knowing he was trying his hand at doing what I always had. It had been a few years but even now sitting here next to him and reminiscing about our past I know I never actually moved on from him. I only pushed it to the side while I continued on. I could also thank him for letting me stay here.

I slipped out of my chair moving to stand behind his. I raised up on my toes so I could lean over him but keep the side of my head against his. I slowly moved my hands down his chest towards where I know he wanted them the most.

"You're not as good at this game as I am Hale. I'm a master." I whispered.

I lightly brushed my hands across the crotch of his pants making his breath hitch. I could feel just how wound up and tense he is.

"How long has it been Davey?" I asked softly.

"Too long," He said with a shaky breath.

I smirked knowing his answer before he said it. I pulled away from him completely and then walked to the entrance of the living room. David looked frustrated that I had walked away from him but his eyes were glued to me.

"You coming?" I asked as I motioned my head for him to follow me.

I couldn't help but chuckle when he quickly got up. With hurried steps, I made my way to his bedroom. I had barely stepped into the room when he suddenly collided with my back. I gasped at the unexpected action. I heard the door slam closed behind us as he pushed the both of us forward towards the bed. Right before we reached the bed I turned around to face him. I grabbed the collar of his uniform pulling him down. I crashed my lips to his instantly sparking those old feelings and memories. He kissed me back fiercely as he wrapped his arms around me. I was going to turn us around but instead, David grabbed my thighs lifting me up effortlessly. I gasped in surprise as he easily laid me down on the bed. He lowered his body directly to mine. He wasted no time.

I couldn't stop the moan from slipping out as he rubbed himself against me. His lips quickly found the sweet spot under my ear that always turned me to putty. It was a little impressive that he hadn't forgotten. He grabbed the shirt I was wearing pulling up to completely exposed me. He pulled away from me to sit on his knees. His hands slowly ran up my thighs until they reached their destination. He used one single finger to swipe between my folds doing nothing but frustrating me. He groaned as he did so which sent a shiver down my spine. That's a sound I've never heard him make before. Not like that.

I was quickly tired of his slow actions. I raised up taking him off guard. I mirrored him sitting on my knees. I crashed my lips back to his as my fingers made quick work of the buttons on his deputy uniform. I shoved the shirt off his shoulders forcing myself not to linger on the ridiculous amount of defined muscles he had. He's definitely grown up.

I made quick work of his belt and pants quickly pulling him free. A quiet hiss left him as soon as I wrapped my hand around his already hard dick. I don't remember him being this big. Before I could situate myself to take him into my mouth he was shoving me back on the bed. I landed back with a huff. I blinked and he was hovering over me still in his uniform pants.

"I forgot how fucking beautiful you are." He almost whispered before peppering my neck with kisses.

I turned my neck to the side giving him more access. It seems he wants to take his time but hurry all at the same time. I tangled my fingers into his hair as he pushed my legs farther apart. My body arched into him as he rubbed the tip of his dick against me. One hard unexpected thrust into me had my back off the bed as I tightened my hold on his hair.

"Fuck David" I gasped as he filled me completely.

David groaned into my neck. He stilled himself keeping his full length inside me. My body seemed to shudder as the full realization washed over me. My hips involuntarily raised to meet his taking his dick in a little deeper. I moaned at the same time David groaned. He placed his hands on my hips in a tight grip and then shoved them back to the bed. He held me in place with an almost painful grip as he slowly started to move. My mouth opened in a silent moan as my eyes rolled back. It was like I could feel every single inch of him because of his slow calculated thrusts. His breathing was heavy like it was almost painful for him to move this slow yet he continued.

"David please" I whined gently running my hands down his broad chest.

He smiled down at me and then leaned forward so his face was right above mine. His nose brushed against mine. David's mouth attacked mine swallowing down the scream from my throat at the unexpected hard thrust into me. I felt like the breath was sucked right out of me as he held me in place as he harshly quickened his pace. Any and all noises I made were muffled into his mouth. His kiss was relentless. Lips, teeth, and tongue mashing together to make my head nothing but a lustful fog.

"Goddamn (Y/N)" he panted against my lips.

My mind was a scrambled mess from the heavily intense fucking pace David had set. I couldn't get a single word out to encourage him further all I could do was squirm and writhe beneath him as he greedily swallowed every single sound I made.

When he finally broke the kiss he leaned his forehead against mine. His hip rhythm changed but kept the same harsh snap. His heavy pants and even tighter grip on me told me he was close. At this point, I felt desperate for it. The knot in me going tighter and tighter.

"Fucking hell baby" he groaned into the crook of my neck.

The sound of his blissed voice alone had me teetering. Then he shifted his hips slightly slamming into me harder. The knot snapped shoving me off the edge. My body tensed as it arched into him. His grip tightened on my hips sure to leave bruises. He swore under his breath as he fucked me harder through it. I could feel myself squeezing him at my whole body shivered from the intense pleasure. He groaned loudly into my neck as he rolled his hips against me. The feeling of him losing himself and filling me made me moan louder. It was like everything shifted and fell into place.

Fuck I missed David. I think he may have missed me a light too. Just a guess though.

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