#tara and jax

[silverflameataraxia]

[heronpoxed]

I wasn’t around for soa in 2014 but i’m pretty sure the only reason kurt sutter decided to make jax and wendy have sex in 7x12 was to give fans a final shot of charlie’s overwhelmingly and concerningly worshipped ass 🤡 I can’t digest any other explanation because it added absolutely nothing to the story whatsoever… you know, besides flushing wendy’s dignity and character development down the shitter, that is.

[heronpoxed]

Ain’t no way this is is what it really says? But it also makes so much sense for high school jax and tara to do something this stupid??🥹

Tara’s Crow Tattoo Appreciation Post

According to Maggie Siff, “Tara’s tattoo is a crow, for SAMCRO. It’s what the women get branded with when they become members of the tribe.” Just between you and me, if you look closely at the stamp on Tara’s ass, you’ll see that the fine print reads, “Private property of Jax Teller. Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again.” [x]

[chloe-skywalker]

For Who You Are - Jax Teller (Part #1)

Part #1

Jax x Fem!Reader!Knowles

Tara x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA, angst

Word count: 2,468

Summary: Being Tara’s younger sister who stayed in Charming and you have feelings for Jax. Only Opie and Gemma know about it. Y/n never had a problem with the club or what they do. Unlike her sister.

Authors Note: There’s a part 2 to this and it’s already done!

Masterlist

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist

Part #2 (coming soon)

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“Hey Baby.” Gemma greeted as Y/n walked into the TM office.

“Hey Gem. How’s he doing?” Y/n greeted back before asking about the broken hearted boy.

“Not any better. Unfortunately.” Gemma sighed.

“I don’t get it. She hates everything about him. She hates everything he cares about and loves. So why does he love her?” Y/n shook her head furious that her sister had done this to Jax.

“I wish I knew. Your sisters a bitch sweetheart. No offense.” Gemma sneared when she mentioned Tara.

“None taken. She is a bitch.” Y/n scoffed hating her sister for hurting her friend.

“Baby, I know you like him. Hell, you might even love him. Why don’t you tell him?” Gemma smiled knowingly.

“He chose Tara and now he’s broken over her. It’s to soon for him and he wouldn’t want me anyway.” Y/n shook her head sadly looking down.

“You’d be good for him.” She tells the girl she view’s as a daughter.

Y/n nodded in agreement but frowned at Gemma’s words. “I agree. But he doesn’t want me.”

“Have you asked him that?” Gemma raised a brow.

“I don’t have to.” Y/n drugs sadly before leaving the office to go to the clubhouse and go wake Jax and distract him for a while.

Y/n made her way through the clubhouse and back to the dorms, getting greetings on her way through. Y/n opened Jax’s dorm room door and saw him in bed.

Y/n ran and jumped on his bed right next to him. “Rise and shine blondie.”

“Go away.” Jax groans grumply and hungover.

“Not a chance.” Y/n shake’s her head not letting him sulk. “So what do you wanna do today?”

“Drink. Smoke.” He grumbled into his pillow.

“Nope. You're not doing either today.” Y/n shook her head, yanking his pillow away.

“Why the fuck not?” Jax questioned, annoyed that she wanted to ruin his plans.

“Because you're going to kill your liver and lungs. And I’m not ready for you to die. So get up.” Y/n stated getting off the bed and pulling the cover’s off of him. 

“You're annoying. You know that?” Jax says as he moved to sit at the side of his bed.

“But you love me. So get your ass dressed.” Y/n gets up to leave him to it.

“Y/n.” Jax calls out, stopping her from leaving.

“Hmmm?” Y/n turn’s back to look at him with a hum.

“I do love you, so thanks.” Jax told her with sincerity in his eyes.

“You're welcome.” Y/n smiled at him but she thought in her head ‘if only he loved me like I love him’.

Y/n distracted Jax for week’s like that. Taking him out and doing things to distract him from his hurting heart. They had been friends Y/n, Jax and Opie since they were 8 years old and Y/n was 7. The 3 being as close as they could be.

Y/n had had a crush on Jax since she was 13 and everyone thought the two were gonna end up together in highschool. Till Tara decided to have a bitch phase and a bad boy phase. She decided to start pushing herself on Jax. Her own sister's crush. It broke Y/n’s heart but if that's who Jax wanted then she would say nothing and stand by her friend. Everyone was pissed at Tara and Jax, having known Y/n and Jax liked each other and how close they were to ending up together. Then not.

Even if it broke Y/n’s heart she was gonna stand by Jax, and she did it for Jax. Not Tara. As far as Y/n was concerned tara could go fuck herself. The two were never close, they had very different views on the world and people. For example Tara hate’s the club and to Y/n it’s family. If Y/n didn’t hate Tara before she sure did now. Tara used Jax to fulfill a bad boy phase and then left him. Like he was nothing.

Spending all this recent time with Jax was really nice and Y/n enjoyed it, but it also made her heart clench. Because she knew it would never be more than this. Friends.

He chose tara over her once. He’d never chose her, he had the opportunity to and passed her up for her sister. So Y/n had given up hope of getting together with him.

But all the time the two were spending together and the smile back on Jax’s face caught everyone’s attention.

Opie decided he needed to talk to Jax about it. Not wanting to see Y/n hurt again.

“Hey man. Can we talk?” Opie asked while they were working in the garage it had been a slow day for TM so Ope thought it was a good time as any to have a talk with his friend.

“Yeah.” Jax answered, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“How’s shit been?” Opie questioned as they took a seat at the picnic tables, lighting up a smoke.

“Better.” Jax spoke, letting out a puff of smoke.

“Y/n got anything to do with that?” Opie said knowingly but he wanted to hear what Jax would say.

“Yeah. She’s been helping keep me busy. My mind off shit.” Jax nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips thinking about the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She’s always been to good to be our friend.” Opie nodded back in agreement.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Jax let out an airy laugh.

“But she cares for us. All of us. She view’s the club as family. Love’s all of us.” Opie knew it was obvious as to what he was hinting at. Or at least that he was hinting to something in general. He wasn’t being very subtle.

“What’re you getting at Ope?” Jax squinted at him suspiciously.

“She understands the club, the life, us. All of us. Y/n seems to be helping you move on.” Opie stated to his brother dropping his cigarette and stomping it out.

“So? What’re you trying to say?” Opie was just stating fact’s so Jax was confused as far as to why he was bringing this all up now.

“Just that it might be more than it looks like.” Opie shrugged, Jax needed to come to that conclusion all on his own. They could hint but he needed to figure out what he wanted.

Opie went back to changing the oil on one of the cars that had come in. Leaving Jax to himself and his thoughts on what Opie had said.

Jax thought on it for a long while before he decided he needed to talk to someone about what his thoughts had concluded to, and who better than his mother who seems to know everything. Or at least she had better relationship advice than the men of the club.

“Hey, baby.” Gemma greeted her son as he stood by the door of the office.

“Hey, man. Can we talk?” Jax asked, looking at her, and the confusion on his face about whatever it was he wanted to talk about was urgent on his mind.

“Of course, hun. What's going on in that head of yours?” Gemma set the files she was looking over aside and gestured for him to come in and sit down.

“I, I don’t know. Opie mentioned some stuff and now I just can’t stop thinking about parts of it.” He mentioned as he sat down across from his mom in one of  the client chairs.

“What's on your mind?” Gemma asked, giving him her full attention, curious as to what this could be about.

“Y/n.” Jax stated his friend's name with a sigh.

“What about her?” She raised a brow inturged.

“Opie, mentioned some stuff and it got me thinking.” Jax furrowed his brow.

“Thinking about what, baby?” Gemma encouraged him to continue.

“She’s always there, even when I don’t want her there.” He huffed out.

“You mean when you think you don’t want her there.” Gemma smirked knowingly as she corrected him.

“She doesn’t try to change me or take me away from the club.” Jax thought out loud, wanting to get his thoughts out.

“Y/n’s family and she sees us as the same.” She nodded along watching him closely.

“She support’s all my decisions and tells me off when they're stupid and reckless.” He laughs, shaking his head with a small smile on his lips. Y/n was the only one who got through to him when he was being reckless and changed his mind.

“She looks out for your best interest.” Gemma concludes for him. She got up and approached her son leaning against the front of the office desk and crossed her arms. “Baby, I think you know all you need to know. You just never put the pieces together. And you’ve never thought about how you feel about her, how you feel around her, how you treat each other. I think you know what you truly want, baby. Go get it and don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Gemma patted his shoulder and left him to think over her words. Everyone seemed to be doing that to him today.

Jax sat there for a while just thinking everything over. While he sat there he realized a lot of things and what broke him from his thoughts was seeing the girl occupying his brain walk past the window to the office.  Jax got up and rushed out the door.

“Y/n!” Jax called out upon setting his eyes on her as she was heading to her car to leave for the day. Luckily catching her in time.

“Hey Jax, what’s up?” Y/n looked at him trying to decipher the emotions on his face since he rushed over to her so urgently.

“Where are you going?” Jax asked with worry and confusion in his eyes.

“I’m off work now, Jax. My shift is over. You okay?” Y/n tilted her head looking at him with concern she reached up to place the back of her hand to his forehead then cheek checking for a fever.

“Uh, yeah. I think so anyway. What are your plan’s for the rest of the day?” He nodded, taking her hand from his cheek, he appreciated her concern for his well being.

“Go home. Eat. Maybe take a nap and watch some t.v.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders, did it really matter she was going home Y/n thought.

“Can I join you?” Jax would rather talk with her somewhere that's not the club, where they could be alone.

“Uh yeah sure. You know you're always welcome Jax. You don’t have to ask.” She shook her head confused at how he was acting.

“I’ll meet you there.” he smirked, letting go of her hand.

“Okay see you soon.” Y/n raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior but went with it.

Y/n got into her car and left the TM lot heading home and hopefully later find out why Jax is acting weird.

“Ma-” Jax walked over to Gemma who cut him off already knowing what he was gonna ask.

“You can go. It’s been slow anyways.” Gemma had an idea of what he wanted to leave and be off work for. So she supported it completely.

“Thank’s.” Jax smiled looking over to his bike to leave and hopefully the next time he was there things would be different between him and a certain y/h/c-ed woman.

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“Come in!” Y/n called out from her kitchen as she heard a knock on the door. She hadn’t locked the door knowing Jax wouldn’t be that far behind her.

“Y/n?” Jax called out as he entered looking around for her.

“Kitchen!” She yelled, getting out a coke and a beer from her fridge for them to drink.

“We need to talk?” Jax said, taking the beer she handed out to him.

“Okay? About what?” Y/n questioned, confused even more as she took a sip of her soda.

“Nothing bad.” He tried to reassure her.

“That's reassuring.” She gulped turning to place her soda can on the counter behind her. “What’s up?” Y/n turn’s to face him and Jax just cup’s her cheeks and kisses her on the lip’s.

“Woah, with Jax-. I-I what are you doing?” Y/n stuttered pulling away from him enough to stop the kiss, shocked as to why it happened.

“Kissing you? Showing you how I feel. I couldn’t find the words to start so. . . “ Jax furrowed his brow in confusion, the kiss was pretty clear to him.

“Jax, you don’t feel this way about me, and I’m not a rebound kind of girl.” Y/n sighed casting her gaze away from him sadness was all anyone would see in her eye’s.

“What do you mean I don't feel that way about you? And I know you're not.” Jax didn’t understand why she thought he was lying.

“I’ve always been around Jax and you have never chosen me before. Not for this kind of thing.” She shook her head with a grimace.

“That's not true-”

Y/n pulled out of his grasp with a scoff. “Jax! You chose my sister over me. Everyone saw us growing closer and thought we were gonna get together. Hell, so did I. But Tara showed interest and that was all ended. . . You had a chance to choose me and you didn’t . So tell me if you're serious like you say, what’s changed?”

“I took my head out of my ass.” Jax understood where she was coming from. They were growing close and then Tara came along and ruined everything, but Jax would also take the blame for that because he let tara come between them. “Y/n, I’m sorry it seems like I want you as a rebound and I’m sorry for setting you aside for someone I never truly even cared about. I’ve loved you since we were kids and I’m an idiot for waiting so long.”

“I agree. You're an idiot.” Y/n nodded in agreement, still not looking at him.

“Did I wait to long and lose my chance? Because I love you Darlin. All of you for you.” Jax pleaded, hoping he didn’t lose her.

“I love you for who you are, Jax. I always have.” Y/n looked up at him directly in the eyes and she sighed. “No you didn’t lose your chance but-”

“I won’t waste it. That’s a promise.” Jax smiled the biggest he feels he ever has. She was giving him a chance, a chance he does not plan on wasting.

Taglist: @padawancat97 @maryvibess

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

[pileofboneswrites]

TAILSPIN.

SUMMARY — after receiving an unintelligible call from jax, you rush back to charming to discover your son, abel, has been kidnapped by camerson hayes, and worst yet, he also killed your younger brother that you practically raised.

PAIRING — exhusband!jax teller x fem!halfsack'ssister!reader | juice ortiz x reader

WORD COUNT — 3.8k

WARNINGS — established relationship(s), kidnapping, murder, death, past child neglect (about reader and her brother), divorce, premature birth, pregnancy complications, agent stahl, swearing, fighting, angst, loss of loved ones, suicidal thoughts, contemplation of suicide, cheating, allusion to smut but no description, no use of y/n (she's actually only outwardsly referenced 2 times and is referred to as miss epps or epps).

AUTHORS NOTES — just to clear somethings up; jax married reader instead of wendy, and instead of drugs being the reason abel was born early it was just due to pregnancy complications.

MASTERLIST | SONS OF ANARCHY

your heart was slamming rapidly into your ribcage, panic rolling off your skin in waves. you push the pedal to the floor, the idea of a speeding ticket not even remotely close to crossing your mind. this was your fault, it was. leaving charming, even for a few hours always felt like it had consequences. something bad always seemed to happen the moment you crossed the county line. your tires squeal as you peel into the teller-morrow parking lot, slamming your car in park as you jump out, only barely remembering to take off your seatbelt as you go. clay, piney, and opie are standing by the entrance to the clubhouse, sad expressions creasing their features.

"what happened?!" you ask, your voice loud, panicked and harsh.

the surprise on their faces from your tone has silence ringing in your ears. you'd known them for years, opie, jax and you being quite the troublesome trio through most of your youth. they'd never heard you raise your voice before, let alone the venom behind your words.

"someone answer me!" you shout, your entire body vibrates from the panic working its way down to your stomach.

you're going to puke if someone doesn't tell you what the hell is going on, and soon. you'd received a rather frantic voicemail from jax last night and hadn't been able to reach him since, which is what made you turn your car around and head for the clubhouse. his voice was shakey, and you couldn't hear a damn thing that made sense. but you know jax, and jax doesn't panic. he's dealt with and seen it all through the years, he's not easy to shake. so hearing your husband–well soon-to-be ex-husband–in that state had your mind reeling.

"kiddo, you need to take a deep breath." clay starts, attempting to sling an arm around your shoulders.

you shrug him off, "no! you need to tell me what the hell is going on, and why jax called me in a panic, and where the hell he is!"

it comes out as one rushed sentence, barely comprehensible but opie steps towards you. he rests a large hand on your shoulder, a distraught look on his face.

"we need you to take a breath, seriously, epps. i'll tell exactly what's happening, but you've barely taken a breath since walking over here, and you look like you're going to passout."

you nod, sucking in some extremely needed air. you take a second to just regulate yourself, and in that time, opie steers you over to one of the picnic tables. you sit down, back to the table and once you've calmed a little, you cross your arms and look up at him expectantly.

"alright, now, tell me."

he glances back at clay, and at his dad, before looking back to you. they turn and walk into the clubhouse, giving you two some privacy.

"cameron hayes killed your brother because he thinks gemma killed edmund,"

"w-what?" you ask, bottom lip wobbling, your head is spinning

your baby brother is... dead? eddie is dead? cameron hayes killed your brother? you shake your head, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your flannel. you'd practically raised eddie. your mom was a drunk, and your dad had left long before you could form any memories of him. so, from ten on, you were big sister, mommy and daddy all rolled into one. you taught him manners, how to use the toilet, how to cook, how to flirt with girls, and so many more things. you'd been there for every step of his life, cheering loud enough to drown out the naysayers.

when he left for the military you were terrified that you'd get that call every parent dreds. sure, you weren't really his mom, you couldn't be with the five year age gap, but in all the areas that mattered, you were. eddie was your first kid in a twisted sense, and knowing that he'd made it all the way home from iraq, only to die at the hands of someone affiliated with the club that he loved so much shattered your heart.

"n-no, that's not possible, i-i just sp-spoke to eddie, we-we just spoke this morning. h-he said he and-and-and-and," you're spiraling, mind and heart racing faster, and faster before your expression drops, and your mind clears. "abel. he was taking tara back to jax's to get some of abel's things. where is my baby? where's abel, harry? where is my baby?"

you're sobbing uncontrollably, your entire body shaking as you slide off the seat of the picnic table, onto the concrete. opie pulls you into his chest, and you sob into his shirt. it's another first for all of them, watching you breakdown, watching you cry.

"we're going to find abel," opie says into your ear, trying to calm you down, it doesn't help, you just cry harder.

it shouldn't have happened in the first place! the club was on lockdown. losing eddie is hard enough, but losing your son in the same span of minutes is devastating. it takes you twenty minutes, but when you finally pull yourself together again you pat opie's arm, and stand up.

"where is jax?" you ask quietly, taking a deep breath.

"he's at home, we're heading over there now, let juice drive you, you shouldn't be driving right now." opie says, and you nod.

normally you'd fight him, which he's well aware of, but knowing your son is god knows where has you in an anxious tailspin. you don't have the energy to fight with anyone right now. opie walks you over to your car, tucking you into the passenger seat and waiting by the door for the other's to come out of the clubhouse.

"what happened exactly?" your voice is barely a whisper, and opie looks worried.

"are you sure you want the run down right now?" he questions, and you immediately nod, your eyes on the hood of your car.

"please, ope," its the most desperate, pathetic sound to ever cross your lips, but you have to know.

he takes a deep breath, "what tara says happened, is that gemma took off while they were out, so she sent your brother to watch over her, and she went to jax's house. stahl freaked, shot edmund hayes, gemma shot polly, and stahl pinned the blame on her. half– eddie took off to find tara, and cameron must have followed him from their safe house. cameron was going to kill abel, but your brother stepped in, and got stabbed in the process. he tied her up in the nursery, and left with abel."

"the same man who killed my brother, has my son?" you ask, and he nods. "and tara just let him take my son?"

"well, i wouldn't say that—"

"everyone's ready," juice says, stepping up to the driver's side window, pulling the door open.

"hang tight," opie says, patting your knee before closing the door, and walking over to his bike.

"hey baby," juice says softly, "i'm sorry."

you nod, but don't say anything. you pull your seatbelt on, and lean back. you and juice had been together for a couple of months, with jax's blessing of course. he'd been great, amazing even. part of you would always love jax in a way that juice would understand, and he was okay with that. knowing you would be crawling into bed with him every night was good enough to ease any worries he might have had. juice had been rock solid in your life, a shoulder you privately cried on when jax had initially asked for the divorce.

you saw it coming from a mile away, while you'd loved each other greatly, it just wasn't the same kind. you knew that in the beginning, the middle and especially at the end. you also knew that if you didn't agree, or you tried to convince him to stay, that you'd lose him for real. he'd grow to resent you, and you'd grown to hate him for resenting you. you couldn't live in a world where jax wasn't at least a part of your life in some capacity. so that meant an amicable split, and seeing him when you dropped off abel. despite what most people think about your relationship, things haven't changed.

jax is still one of your best friends, and when you're not working, you're usually at his house. your relationship label may have changed, but your relationship hadn't. opie had been the most worried when you'd told him you were getting divorced. his two best friends splitting? nightmare. but when you told him there were no hard feelings, well, he actually didn't believe you at first. it took seeing you both in action to actually understand that you were serious. then, you found out you were pregnant.

it didn't change anything, you were still getting divorced, but jax was actually really excited. he'd told you about all his worries about becoming a father, and you reassured him that he'd be great. in turn he did the same for you. he joined you at every appointment, and played a very active role in your pregnancy. he helped you find an apartment close to his house, and spent a lot of time by your side helping you with nursery set up, moving, and everything in between.

gemma was probably the most heartbroken over your split. she loved you just as much as (and sometimes more than) jax. she helped you a lot over the years, especially when she found out about her grandbaby. gemma made the transition from wife, to ex and baby momma so much easier. she was a cheerleader for you, and always in your corner. you were incredibly lucky to have them, and be in the situation you were in. tara on the other hand... she was the opposite. gemma clocked it the moment you went into labour prematurely.

you'd been stressed over work, being the only manager on an already understaffed team was difficult but so was being pregnant. you'd never planned on getting pregnant, so there were a lot of things at work you decided were to be dealt with later. the moment you found out, you were trying your damnedest to get things ready. the stress got to you, and manifested itself in making your pregnancy high risk, and then landing you in the hospital way earlier than you should have been. it was obvious to you the moment jax came to see you after abel was born that tara thought it was your fault.

later it became clear to you that she just didn't like you, something you didn't notice in your teen years. you'd never really spent any time with her then, but the more time you spent with her after your son's birth, because lets face it anytime you went to visit jax she was there. all smiles, and cooing at your son until jax left the room, and then a scowl and general disinterest in you reared its ugly head. now things were different. she let a terrorist kill your baby brother, and kidnapp your son. karma was about to take her ass for a ride, and you were going to be driving.

"hey," juice says, his warm hand finding yours over the center console, snapping you from your thoughts. "we're here,"

you turn your head, and see clay speaking to tara in the doorway. your vision goes dark. you don't even remember getting out of the car, let alone walking over to tara and grabbing a handful of her hair. you're yelling is incomprehensible, but it's obvious to onlookers that you're sobbing as you beat the shit out of her. you come to again with juice's arms around you, pulling you into the house, and opie pulling tara inside into a different room. your only injury is three claw marks across your cheek, but tara is quite a bit worse for ware.

"what the hell were you thinking?!" jax snaps at you, upon pulling you away from juice, and into abel's nursery.

"i was thinking about how that bitch let some guy take my fucking baby and kill my baby brother!" you scream at him, breaking down all over again. "my baby..."

his expression softens, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. you sob into his shoulder, loud, heartbreaking, borderline violent wails.

"i'm sorry about your brother, i really am, but you can't blame tara."

you pull back, weaseling away from his grip, "can't i?"

"it could have happened to anyone, it could have happened to you."

"i would have died, jackson, and i think you better than anyone knows that. i would have died for abel. for eddie. i would not have let that man get away with everything i love." you say, sobering, violent, hot anger courses through you. "i would have died or killed him. i wouldn't have let him walk out the door."

he just stares at you. his once bright blue eyes dark, like the light behind them died. you know he knows exactly how you feel. that he blames tara to some degree. but you don't really care. you're numb. your heart aching in a way you've never felt before. in a way you'd never wish upon your worst enemy. tara included, despite what she did. the worst part is you don't have the one person you want to talk to about it. eddie died protecting her, and his nephew. what did tara do? she let herself get tied up, let cameron take your baby, let cameron kill your brother. tara lost nothing, and once again, you've lost everything.

"i want to kill her jax," you say finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, his sad eyes just staring back at you. "that's not rational, not right. but i've just lost the two single most important people in my life, and i want to kill her for it."

"i understand what you're saying, why you're saying it," he says slowly, "but you're right, it's not rational."

"when abel comes home, she's not allowed to be around him by herself. i don't care what that means. i don't feel comfortable with her being alone with our son." you tell him, fingers grasping the cool leather of his kutte to pull him in closer. "i don't want to see, hear or think about her until then, and you bet your ass, i'm coming with you to bring him home, whatever, and wherever that takes us."

jax briefly looks scared of you, but he collects himself just as quickly as you let him go, and brush past him back out the way you came.

"you're lucky you're not dead," you seeth, flipping tara off with both hands as you walk back out to your car.

worried about your well-being and your mental state, jax sends juice home with you when you leave. the drive to your apartment, albeit quick, is silent. how does one comfort someone who lost both their only child, and only brother in a matter of minutes? besides, juice knows you well enough to know that you'll talk when you're ready. if you're ever ready. and right now? you don't know if you'll ever be. the fear of unraveling that far scares you. so for now, you think positively, and you keep moving forward.

it takes four hours, before agent stahl is in your living room, sitting on your couch. juice stands in the kitchen, watching the exchange from the sink, where he's washing your lunch dishes.

"so, mrs teller, where were you yesterday afternoon?" she asks, and you immediately understand why the club hates the woman so much.

"the divorce might not be finalized yet, but it's miss epps, and i was half-way to seattle."

"ah, yes, i forgot about that... why were you heading to seattle?"

"i don't really see how that's going to get my son back, seeing as you know who took him already."

"we need to get a picture together of everyone's movements."

"i got a phone call a few days ago, my mother's in the hospital there. she wanted to see me, so i was going."

"as i understand it, you aren't close with your mother?"

"no. look, agent stahl, this isn't helping. get your ass out there and look for my son. you're the reason my brother died, i'm not interested in you being the reason my son dies too. do your fucking job." you abruptly stand up, and walk into the kitchen.

you want to throw something. you want to scream. you want to be violent and aggressive. you miss your brother. you miss your baby. you want them back. most of all, you want this nightmare to be over.

when jax tells you they're heading to ireland, you pack light, but take abel's favourite stuffed animal, a white bear with a blue hat, mitts, scarf and booties. you carry the bear with you, hugging it tightly when you worry you're about to fall apart. jax's reassuring hand on your knee, and juice's hand in yours keeps your grounded. you lose yourself a little every time you think you're going to see abel, and then are denied at the last moment.

when father ashby finally drops the bomb on you and jax; that he'd been adopted, sold to another family, you break down. father ashby tries to comfort you, but nothing he says changes anything.

"i don't care about your fucking god, i don't. i don't care about your promise to john teller. i want my fucking baby back. your cousin has caused me enough pain; by killing my fucking brother. don't make the mistake of keeping my son from me." you scream, uncaring who hears you. "i'm sure you know the saying desperate people, do desperate things. desperate doesn't even begin to cover what i am, and what i'm willing to do to get abel in my arms, and back home."

you lay in bed all day, the blanket pulled up over your head, your eyes squeezed closed, the bear tucked under your arm. you've felt sick from the moment you'd heard that abel might be gone. whisked away by some—in their defence, probably oblivious, but lovely—couple, about to be taken god knows where. the very notion, that you could go home empty handed hurts, burns, stabs at your heart. you feel like someone's cut you open, and taken a knife to your chest. poking and proding at all the parts you should never poke and prod at.

you've never felt worse in your life; physically, mentally, and emotionally. you're drained, exhausted, and contemplating ending your life. you've never felt so low. you're almost embarrassed as the idea crosses your mind, but the longer you stew, the longer it seems like a really appealing idea. incredibly selfish, but desperation is like that. you weren't sure how jax was downstairs, enjoying the night, the party, the people... how he wasn't suffocating, like you were. everthing is falling apart, collapsing around you, and he's acting like everything's a-ok.

you don't hear the bedroom door open, but you startle when you feel the bed dip behind you. fight mode activates, and you leap from the bed, eyes scanning for a weapon. then you see jax's face in the reflection of the window, your heart rate slows.

"you asshole, make some noise when you move around. i thought i was about to get murdered..." you close your eyes, hands dropping to your sides. "why are you here?"

"i'm so sorry," his voice is barely a whisper, you vaguely make out the trembling of his bottom lip, and the tears streaming down his face. "this never– never should have happened."

your expression softens, and you sink back down on the small bed. you pull jax in, his head resting on your shoulder as you hold him. you'd only ever seen him cry a few times, but that was usually how you could tell he was past his breaking point. jax always perseveres, pushing forward. you're the slightly unstable, completely unhinged one. he's the calm, rational thinker.

"i don't blame you." you tell him, "i don't even blame tara, anymore. i blame stahl. it's her fault all this shit happened. had she not shot edmund, none of this would have happened."

he nods against your shoulder, then lifts his head. the kiss is unexpected, but not unwelcome or unwanted. the sex is fantastic, it always is with jax, but it just further complicates an already complicated situation. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened come morning when juice pops his head into the room to see how you're doing. he's hurt, but he understands to an extent. he loves abel. he loves you and by extension abel is part of you, so what's not to love? under normal circumstances, he knows this would not be an issue, but nothing about what's happening is normal.

he knows you're grieving, he knows as abel's father, jax can relate to your struggles more than anyone. what he doesn't understand, is why, even while in the midst of a divorce, the pair of you would do something like that. how despite this, he shoves his concerns aside, and closes the door, banging heavily on it to wake the pair of you. he doesn't avoid your eye, or not take your hand when you reach for his, or walk out of every room you walk into. he instead, keeps his mouth shut, and supports you. the guilt gnaws at you, and you spend the majority of the day avoiding jax, and he you (and juice).

after your night with jax, you brush your hair, actually get dressed, and spend the afternoon playing cards with juice, opie and happy, and try really hard to feel normal. it works for a few hours, until you find out that your son has been taken, again from his new adopted parents, and that they were brutally murdered in their hotel room. discovering jimmy was behind it surprises no one, but sets you into yet another tailspin. terrified of what could happen to him, terrified that jimmy would kill him if he got too annoying.

luckily, your fears never play out, because father ashby trades himself for abel. when jax walks back through the doors of the apartment you'd all been staying in, with abel in his arms you can't help the happy tears. shaky, holding your breath, hand over your mouth, you stare at your unharmed baby in jax's arms. seeing abel for the first time in what feels like an eternity is like a cold water shock to your system. when jax hands him over to you, letting you finally hold your son after weeks without him.

he smiles up at you, cooing softly, and reaching for your hair. it's like every bad, anxiety moment slips away. it doesn't matter that he was gone, all that matter's is that he's home, in your arms, surrounded by all the people who fought to bring him home, his family.

[heronpoxed]

Girlie finally says I love you back to him for the first time that whole season only to get killed a few hours later.

                                                   I love you.

[kuttesandknives]

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???? 👁️👁️😳😳😳

[silverflameataraxia]

[heronpoxed]

Otto Delaney, this one’s on YOU

soa meme:  [3/6] quotes → tara in “to thine own self” [5x11]

[fenomen]

Jax x Tara

We don't know who we are until we are connected to someone else. We're just better human beings when we are with the person we are supposed to be with

[heronpoxed]

PrEACH! She literally saved his life on that surgical table in 1x01 and has been his mother ever since!

One thing I’ll give Jax, though is that even when he turned into this vile shell of himself and felt betrayed by Tara, he never resorted to pulling the “you’re not his real mom” card as a means to an end.

Because Tara was Abel’s mom in every sense that mattered.

You could’ve expected this kind of nasty behavior from the person that he turned into in later seasons but I’m so glad he had enough sense to not go there.

Tara Grace Knowles had more claim to Abel than Jax or Wendy. Facts only.

[p-assionateheart]

[chloe-skywalker]

For Who You Are - Jax Teller (Part #2)

Part #2

Jax x Fem!Reader!Knowles

Tara x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA, angst, bitch Tara

Word count: 2,155

Summary: Jax and Y/n are happy and together now, but then the bitch comes back to town thinking she can get Jax back from her sister.

Authors Note: Here’s part 2! Final Part.

Masterlist

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist

Part #1

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“What was that?” Y/n asked Jax as he came back into their room having investigated the crashing sound coming from their kitchen.

“Kids are in the kitchen trying to make breakfast.” Jax told her with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Okay? Why?” Y/n raised a brow at him inquisitively.

“They’ve decided it’s Mother’s day week. Said you’re to good for a mom for only one day. I have to agree.” He stated flopping down on the bed next to her.

“So I’m guessing I’m supposed to stay in bed?” She said as she turned to lay on her back.

“Yep. I’ll keep you company, don't worry.” Jax smirked as he moved to lay on top of her.

“Oh I’m sure you will.” Y/n teased smiling up at her handsome husband as he pulled her into a kiss.

Over the last 9 an a half years Jax had proved not to waste the chance Y/n had given him to prove he truly did love her.

In that time the two dated for 2 years and have been married for 7 and half years. In those years of marriage they didn’t push to have kids right away but about a year, year and half later Y/n did end up getting pregnant.

Thomas Able Teller was their first born son at 5 years old now. They also have Hayden Harley Teller, their daughter who was 3 years old. The two were loved immensely by Jax and Y/n but they were loved a ton by the club as well.

Jax and Y/n had never felt the kind of love they hold for each other for anyone else. Jax hated that he wasted so much time when he could’ve been this happy all along.

Jax had been determined to prove to Y/n that he truly loved her and wanted to be with her and her only. He hasn’t even looked at the crow eaters, sweetbutts, or any women on the road or at home since that day at her place. He doesn’t want anyone else, Jax has the only woman he’s ever wanted. He put a tattoo and a ring on it. Just as she did to him.

As they laid there in bed waiting for their kids to come into the room, Jax traced the tattoo y/n had on the side of her ribs. It hurt like a bitch but was worth it. Y/n didn’t get the normal crow. Y/n’s tattoo was a reaper, the Sons Of Anarchy reaper. Y/n and Jax had gotten matching tattoos on their wrists as a claim on each other to each other. They were always in view to everyone.

“What are the plan’s for today?” Y/n asked him wondering what was planned.

“Need to pick some stuff up and take it to TM.” Jax shrugged his shoulder, that’s all that really needed to be done today.

“You want company?” Y/n questioned him with a raised brow as she ran a hand through his hair.

“You know I’ll never turn down you being with me.” He smirked at her moving in to kiss her again.

“We have incoming.” Y/n joked second’s before the bedroom door opened, Thomas and Hayden came in with cereal and toast on plates. They climbed up on the bed to join their mom and dad. It was a good morning, once the food devoured they all got dressed and headed out.

“What are we picking up?” Y/n asked, grabbing two cart’s as they entered the grocery store.

“Beer, and some food.” Jax told her.

“Maybe we should pick up stuff and BBQ at TM tonight.” Y/n looked at her husband, wondering his thoughts on her suggestion.

“You are the best wife ever.” Jax smiled at her and leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips.

Once they got themselves and the kids dressed the four of them headed to the store together to get supplies for the BBQ.

“I’ll get soda and Juice boxes. You got the stuff we originally came here for and we’ll meet up at the meat station.” Y/n was thinking about everything they’d need for the BBQ.

“Yes ma'am.” He loved when she took charge of situations.

“Who’s going with who?” Y/n asked looking at the kids, it was easier to have me go with each of them when they split up in stores. So they didn’t try to find the other parent and get lost. Thomas grabbed Y/n’s leg’s and Hayden grabbed Jax’s. “I guess that settles that.” Y/n laughed.

Little did the couple know they were being watched from the moment they got out of the car. Tara Knowles was back in Charming after 10 years, and she was not welcome back. Tara didn’t expect to be welcomed back, her and Y/n hadn’t spoken in the past decade. Samcro never liked her either so there was that to. She had a great life in Chicago but she felt like coming back and seeing if Jax would come with her this time. She could get him away from the stupid club and finally have him be who she wanted him to be. Before she left it felt nice to have the boy every girl wanted, it felt powerful. Although she didn’t get what her sister saw in Jax or the club. But in Chicago she hadn’t had many relationships and she wanted the one she could control back.

Tara stood there watching Jax and Y/n, it wasn’t hard to put together that they were married judging by the ring’s Tara could see on their fingers. Tara couldn’t believe they actually got together, and judging by the kids who looked just like the couple they had been together for a while.

That didn’t deter Tara though, she took Jax from her sister once. MArriage and kids wouldn’t change that.

At least that's what Tara thought. But Jax and Y/n’s relationship had never been stronger.

Once Y/n and Jax were done shopping they headed over to the club.

“Whose idea was the BBQ-ing?” Gemma asked her son as she approached him unloading the car and handing stuff off to Juice to put away.

“Y/n/n’s.” Jax answered, shutting the trunk.

“Always thinking of others that one.” Gemma smirked, proudly of her daughter-in-law’s idea. She was the daughter Gemma never had.

“That’s why I think of her.” Jax smiled looking off towards his wife who was helping Thomas and Hayden on the swings. Y/n always was thinking of others so Jax made sure to take care of her since sometimes she forgets to take care of herself.

“You’re doing a good job baby. I’m proud of you.” Gemma kissed her son’s cheek as she to admired her son’s wife playing with her grandchildren.

“It’s all because of her, Ma.” Jax liked his lips, he couldn’t take credit for all of it.

“But you chose to be the man she deserves. That’s all you baby. You made yourself a better man.” She patted his shoulder.

“She’s the best decision I ever made.” He smiled with what could only be described as heart eye’s as he continued to watch Y/n.

“We can all agree on that, Jackie.” Chibs smiled agreeing with their VP, they all had been waiting years for the two to get together.

“Took you long enough.” Tig huffed with a shit eating grin.

“He just had to get his head out of his ass.” Clay smirked, wrapping his arm around Gemma.

“Yeah, yeah I get it.” Jax waved off their teasing and walked over towards his wife and children. Jax and Y/n played with the kids on the playset enjoying time together with their family. That was till a certain someone walked into the TM lot.

“Jax.” Opie called out to warn him that his attention was needed.

“What the fuck is she doing in town?” Tig furrowed his brow.

“Wha the fuck is she doing here?” Chibs narrowed his eyes at the unwelcome woman.

“You’re not welcome here.” Gemma stated with crossed arms and a glare that could send someone straight to hell.

The second everyone saw the brunette standing there things became tense. Luckily most of the other’s like Donna and the kid’s hadn’t shown up yet.

“I’m not here to talk to you Gemma.” Tara glared at the older woman who had never liked her. She always preferred Y/n.

“Well no one here wants to talk to ya lass.” Chibs spoke glaring at the woman.

“I’m here to see, Jax.” Tara rolled her eyes, ignoring the Scottish biker.

“He’s busy with his family. You need to leave.” Opie spoke up, stepping forward, he was not going to let Tara come back and ruin his bestfriends happiness together.

“Family? Give me a break. She let’s him fuck her because she misses me and end’s up pregnant. That’s his family?” Tara scoffed, shaking her head in denial. 

“That’s it.” Jax snapped moving to go to Tara and put a stop to all of this once and for all.

“Jax-” Y/n didn’t want him to lose his cool in front of their kids, that was why she hadn’t stomped over to beat the crap out of her sister.

Jax heaved Y/n’s warning knowing what she meant in the tone she called his name out in. But Tara was not going to talk about her like that.

“Get off my lot, and get the hell out of my town. And if you so much as insult my family again you don’t want to know what I’ll do.” Jax growled as he towered over the dark haired woman who just walked in not giving a damn.

“Come one, Jax. You’ve obviously played house, now come back to the real thing.” Tara reached up to cup the back of his neck but Jax pushed her hand away and took a step back shaking his head.

“I have the real thing, and you ain’t it.” Jax spat at her, how she had the audacity to come here in the first place blew his mind.

“Yeah and what’s she to you Jax? Hmm? Because as I remember it I’m the one who has your crow.” She threw out as she moved her sight’s to look at Y/n as she spoke the last sentence. Tara wore a smirk as she looked at her sister.

Those words everyone knew were aimed to cut Y/n deep, and that pissed everyone off. Especially Jax.

“Yeah, well Y/n got something a lot more meaningful. To me and the club. Your crow mean’s nothing, you should get it removed Tara. Because you mean nothing to me, nothing to this club, family and town.” Jax was trying with all his might to control his anger but Tara was making it extremely difficult.

He wore a proud smile talking about Y/n’s tattoos but his whole facial expression darkened when he continued after that.

“Oh come on Jax. You left whatever you two had once for me.” Tara pointed out with a cocky smile on her lips.

“Get it through your thick skull. We are nothing and we’ll never be anything again. You used me before and that will never happen again.” Jax stated hoping she’d get the hint and leave and never come back. But since she was going to try and tear Y/n down, why not rub it in how much he loves his wife. “I love her for who she is and she loves me for who I am. That’s something you’ll never have.”

“You’ll regret it.” Tara couldn’t believe he really wasn’t choosing her over everyone else.

“No, I won’t. Because I have everything I could ever want.” Jax smiled watching Tara leave the lot pissed but Jax felt relief. Relief that she was gone and that he got to say all of that to her face.

Jax turned heading back to Y/n’s side, he noticed Thomas and Hayden were now with Chibs and Tig by the picnic tables.

“I’m sorry.” Jax apologized approaching Y/n he knew it wasn’t an emotional free situation especially with how Tara was on purposely saying things to put Y/n down.

“Neither of us knew she was in town. It’s not your fault. She thinks she’s an entitled bitch.” Y/n shrugged, it wasn’t anyone's fault her bitchy sister decided to show up and try her luck.

“You’re all I have ever wanted. You gave me love, understanding and my own little family. I love you Darlin.” Jax reached up to run a hand through Y/n’s hair and wrapped the other around her waist.

“I love you too Jax.” Y/n spoke, pulling him into a passionate kiss. They were with each other, right where they have always belonged.

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[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

So much for romance.

[heronpoxed]

I loathe her haircut in season 6 but this art actually makes it look so edgy and hot :’)

absolutely legendary look that i could hardly attempt to replicate