#TIG what are your thoughts on your movie wife in this

[marvelous-slut]

Rats - Chibs Telford x Reader

not many warnings on this one, just mentions of guns i think? xx

You feel your body tense up as you hear the motorcycle pull up to your driveway. The gun in your hand is cold, but you have a tight grip on it. You have your mothers crucifix in the other hand, holding onto it just as tight as you pray silently. Tears fall from your eyes as you stand up to face the door way. The engine turns off and your body goes cold, holding the gun out to the door. Prepared to kill whoever it is that has been sent to kill you.

It was always said Piney, Clay and Bobby had spent many days in the club house carrying you around. They held you, fed you, changed you. Bobby was the most attached to you out of the three men, once you got old enough he’d make sure he had things to keep you occupied. He didn’t want you thinking of your father Otto being locked up and at this time as far as you were concerned your mother had a 9-5, but everyone knew she was filming her movies to try to help with the expenses that came with a baby.

Jax and Opie had been your right hand men for years. The two of you had did everything together. Riding bikes together and imitating all of your fathers, running around Teller-Morrow together. Once the three of you hit high school, your trip was inseparable. Lots of parents didn’t want their kids hanging around “biker thugs” kids.

Tig was like the creepy uncle, sure you didn’t like to sit alone with him but he sure did know how to make someone laugh when they were down. Juice, while quiet he thought highly of you. You were always willing to help him out, and he did the same for you. Any time he over heard you talk about going on dates, he was looking up information on the guy to make sure he wouldn’t cause any problems. Happy was different, he usually said nothing when you were around. You couldn’t help but like him because when he did say something, it was always a great comeback or eagerness to help the club.

Chibs Telford, he was the man who occupied your mind day in and day out. The one who looked out for you most in the club besides Bobby. You didn’t know what it was or why he did the things he did for you, but they always made you feel like a high school girl again with a crush. Anytime at the SAMCRO parties when you’d have a little too much to drink, he’d make sure you made it to his bed safe and sound, untouched. He’d let you sleep there alone until the morning when you felt better. He always had coffee made for you two to share. Maybe it was the fact he had a daughter he couldn’t take care of as you were younger than him, but it made you feel a way about him that you’d never felt about anyone else.

One of these men would kill you tonight and you were sure of it. You hoped it would be Happy, convinced it would be him. He would kill at the drop of a hat, plus you were close to him. Bobby would never be able to pull the trigger he was too close. No one else made sense. Your father had ratted on the club and tonight they’d seek revenge on his child as his wife was buried 6 feet under ground. As much as you loved these men dearly, considered them family you also knew what they were capable of if it hurt the club. The engine turns off and you hear a knock at the door. You set the crucifix down, holding on to the gun with both hands. Your heart falls when you see Chibs standing at your door, of course. They’d sent him to end your life. As he sees you with the gun pointed at him, he throws his hands up in the air.

“Jesus Christ! Lass, put that thing away!” You continue holding the gun, pointing it directly at his head. You feel yourself shaking, unsure if it was fear or shock. Maybe even both. Tears spill over as you realize the man you’d been in love with would kill you, or you’d kill him.

“No. I know dad ratted. I know what you’re here for!” You scream, shoving the gun closer to him. He grabs it and jerks it down. He takes the gun, emptying the bullets. You fall to the floor, tears falling down your face. “I don’t want to die.”

“What the hell are ya talkin’ about?” He asks, shoving the weapon into the waist band of his pants. He squats down, pushing hair out of your face. “Who’s going to kill ya?”

“Apparently you! The club has to send a message to dad about him flipping, my moms dead. He has nothing else to loose besides me.” You say, Chibs feels his heart ache at the sight of your tears and fear. He grabs your face, making you look him in the eyes.

“Love, no one’s killing anyone. Jackie boy wanted me to come by and make sure you were okay. Reassure you the club still has your back, we know this ain’t your fault. What your father has done doesn’t outweigh the trust we have in you.” The words make a weight lift off your chest. You wipe the remaining tears away and laugh. Chibs remains a little distraught that you thought he would be coming to kill you.

“They wouldn’t send me anyways, probably send Happy.” He says, chuckling as he does. “Jax says we have some kinda fucked up bond.” You think back to the times Jax had told you at the club house you had daddy issues after he’d saw you and Chibs together.

“That bastard.” You say, sighing afterwards. Chibs has a confused look on his face.

“Do we have some kinda fucked up thing?” He asks. You grab his hands, running your fingers over them.

“Maybe we do. But I like it.” You say, he smiles, pulling you into his chest. Your face lays on his kutte as he runs a hand through your hair. “Would you please stay tonight?” You whisper.

“I’d love to.”

[eemcintyre]

So, I was overjoyed to also have a full and unaltered YouTube "Crackerjack" viewing,

And it's time for my thoughts. I will warn you though, I'm a big "Die Hard" fan, and this has to be the most blatant rip-off I've ever seen, and I will be razzing it for that because THE HUBRIS OF ANY CAST AND CREW TO THINK THEY COULD EVER COMPARE

That intro tho- this movie really seizes you by the throat from the first couple of shots; like how do you escalate from your wife exploding?? (Spoiler alert: they do. Hint: glacier)

When he says "little lady" :OOO

🚨 TIG IS HOLDING A BABY THIS IS NOT A DRILL SEND HELP 🚨

I think men wearing shoulder holsters is one of my kinks 🫠

I'm enjoying the wholesome sister-in-law relationship

Those white shorts his bro was wearing tho 🤨

I'm never opposed to a good love story, even if it's a bit cheesy, but this is asking too much- man is supposed to be traumatized by his wife and children EXPLODING less than a year ago and he's an alcoholic with a death wish who ~doesn't let anyone in~ and wait he's sucking this woman's face after knowing her for a Day- pls all I ask for is that the internal logic of the movie/characters makes sense, even if it wouldn't in real life

Jack Wild after publicly decking a man and flipping a table: "I'm fiNE." 😤 Narrator: "He was NOT fine."

What the absolute fuck is Christopher Plummer doing in this movie

What the absolute fuck is Christopher Plummer doing in those Matrix-ass SUNGLASSES

^This man really thought he was going to hold any kind of candle to my ✨talented and handsome man Alan Rickman, the best movie villain e v e r✨ truly laughable if it wasn't so profoundly pitiful 😔😬

Also, this same man really spent the rest of his days dissing "The Sound of Music," a universally beloved and considered-to-be-well-made movie that he agreed to be in, only to star in this chestnut aND SAY NOTHING??

"Ok folks, Crackerjack is back" tHE WAY I SCREA M E D BECAUSE THE CRINGE COULDN'T CONTAIN ITSELF

I spent most of this movie making exclamations like "Oh no not my precious baby, my little sweetie" 🥺 about the 6'5 KARATE BLACK BELT WITH A GUN

"I bet you're a screamer" ewwwWWWWW I can pinpoint that moment as the moment where I had the most visceral physical recoiling reaction

This script is. truly something else.

The one twist I wasn't expecting was when the henchman turned good and tried to kill Christopher Plummer- that man's haircut was... something else... tho. They really did him dirty with that He-Man/Jeff Daniels in "Dumb and Dumber"-ass haircut

Remember when I mentioned smth about a fucking GLACIER? Well, just when we thought that the movie stakes couldn't get higher and we already thought the movie was about to end like 3 times, a glacier blew up and buried the entire resort. If you had asked me to predict how events would unfold, that wouldn't have even made it onto the list.

When Jack was about to yeet his fucking wedding ring into the water for the girl he'd known for two days 🙅🏻‍♀️🤨❌🙅🏻‍♀️🤨❌

Speaking of KC, her trying to help Jack limp along at the end like one false move or shift of weight on his part wouldn't squish her flat 😂

Overall, it was "Die Hard" almost beat for beat (by the time they were literally quoting it I couldn't decide if they just weren't even trying or if they were just hilariously self-aware), but proof that cringing yourself to death can be fun sometimes. So bad that I had a great time, solid 6/10 💖

[legionofpotatoes]

alright here’s ma thoughts on that flick I mentioned

we hatewatched a*my of the dead because we were CONVINCED “zombies in las vegas” would be an impossible concept to screw up, but in so assuming we obviously invoked a holy wager with the universe and got reminded, once again, that hoping for improvement from someone who’s dependably put out bad art is never a wise choice 😐

but we were honestly kinda roped in by the marketing??? and expected a goofy fast-paced flick with the odd traditional undead metaphor thrown in, framing some sort of relationship drama maybe or hell even nothing at all! we’d have taken pure indulgent storytelling, idk italian job with zombies in las vegas, I don’t know fucking anything but??? whatever this was???? spoilers below for it is time for One Of My Rants

I mean the main reason I really want to write all this and complain. this film here probably has the most unappealing cinematography I have ever experienced in my life and that is saying something. who the fuck signed off on that CONSTANT shallow-ass depth of field that imprisons your eyeline and turns every shot into bokeh paste???? and I mean every shot almost!!!! I promise if you think I am overreacting just throw a dart at the seek bar and watch twenty seconds from wherever it lands. it is horrifying to look at. at least it gave my girlfriend a good visual shorthand for what it’s like when I lose my glasses

why was sean spicer in this movie. did they pay him to be here. was sean spicer paid hollywood money for his scene in this film because fuck everyone who was involved in that decision

the legitimately baffling hints at the extraterrestrial origins of the infection that went absolutely nowhere and had no dramatic or plot-level bearing. we love to see the franchise sprouts fellas

yet another big budget waste of everything hiroyuki sanada has to offer. and bautista too I guess? I like him but man was this an odd career move

what was the crux of his conflict/resolution with his daughter btw. I understand it was rooted in miscommunication over their forms of grief irt mom but uhh… it was all rather clunky and didn’t land for me. I tried I really tried to buy in but something was wrong fundamentally with the groundwork there, it did not click and their catharsis felt unearned. I know there’s massive amounts of tragic baggage being projected there from the author so I’m not slapping any judgment down really;

but again it would be an easy thing to wave off if they just had a vibrant cast of lovable simpletons with good chemistry and the kinetic sense of plotting the trailers promised (and this premise never discounts good drama, either). but instead it was just two and a half (!) hours of meandering into situations the filmmaking instincts had no idea how to flow in and out of

to wit. I know talking about “bad pacing” is associated with armchair bullshit but consider the example of the scene were dieter does an out of nowhere little dance after childishly screaming but then still-killing a zombie, with the film framing this as a micro character triumph, and not a second later the bg soundtrack instantly fades into an orchestral score dramatizing a nearby mcguffin reveal, completely 180 degreeing the tone without a semblance of deft insert shot stitching or even I dont know a fucking jump cut maybe. now imagine this whiplash for 2.5 hrs uninterrupted

I will keep complaining about the length yeah because this was not a story requiring this much real estate to be told. Uhh in my humble and personal opinion, of course

[man sees zombie tiger] “this is crossing the line!” you can in fact write dialogue that is not utter nonsense that falls apart once you drill down its single fickle layer of referential meta winking. what line are you talking about. you have rules in this insane situation you’re in? total nitpick moment I know but it got burned in my brain for some reason. like a microcosm of the mismanaged dramatic instincts paired with weird writing that dots this movie. I am sure the director calls this either satire or genre deconstruction. I am SO sure

tumblr domino meme that goes from “dude getting sucked off while driving” to “entire las vegas literally nuked”

tig notaro is always great to see but once you know she’s been filmed as a separate greenscreen plate months after photography wrapped - cause she had to apparently replace some abusive asshole but that’s a whole other pig not worth fucking - it becomes impossible to unsee her odd detachment from everyone else in the movie lmao. it doesn’t really “ruin” anything on its lonesome but it is hard to unsee

why. was. sean. spicer. in. this. movie

a very simple key ingredient missing from fully turning lip service sympathy for main uruk hai dude into actual empathy that would generate meaningful conflict with hero family would be to spend a bit more time articulating what he internally wanted the most. because he was obviously trying to do something here with pointed agenda. a family, to have kids, build a caste system, save his wife’s head, return to his planet??? all of these could represent the bigger context in his psychology that spurred his vengeance but none of them are dramatically emphasized long enough for you to cheer him on. I’m not asking too much I promise. Articulating interiority of a mute character is pretty doable with deft cinema language, just gotta linger and hold a shot here and there for a few seconds, frame as his POV, donezo. I know this is also one of those like. “who cares” moments but the movie does, very evidently so, in making this guy an actual character. you can kinda piece it together and create a framework of sympathy for him, sure, but then again he ultimately becomes a foil to be killed and not defeated, so. Ehh whatever

quarantine zone stuff was not a wildly childish covid allegory quarantine zone stuff was not a wildly childish covid allegory quarantine zone stuff was n

the rooftop helicopter fakout at the end was such an ass-backwards, manufactured moment of what could be a simple setup/payoff it just pissed me off??? you gain nothing by giving sad dad five seconds of pointless crisis that flips right back to previous status quo ANYWAY, except for a weaksauce waste of runtime, which could be used instead to get inside notaro’s head and actually SHOW the remorse form as she took off, literally maybe even a frown playing on her face as she’s headed for safety right before we cut back to drax and the kid. just a simple-ass, minimal, momentary setup for what is the most basic filmmaking trick of creating macro catharsis moments. Just???? g o d if you can’t even land that shit why are you even doing any of this

that lil run final pam did was very very charming and super choreographed in a way that was the tiiiniest bit overdone

the whole intro with the simul-backstories and posing with family photos was just… oddly motivated. what was the goal? “here’s what we’re fighting for” vignettes? why? it’s not a functional setup in that vein. what was all that

also I am sorry if this is insensitive but the reasons most characters end up articulating to justify going back into the hell that destroyed their lives makes them sound seriously insane

I dont like complaining about CGI (honestly) but so much of it in modern movies can achieve higher fidelity if the animation is simply subdued. Do not overengineer and over-apply 2D cell methodologies and kinematics to each tiny twitch and movement in a hyper 3D model and I promise you. it will look a thousand times more natural. look at thanos in those last two movies. your rendering and detail are absolutely perfect with the tiger you just have to let stuff sit instead of constantly simulating swaying hair strands and firing off all facial muscles at once. great moment at one point where makeup zombie horse and CG zombie tiger are both in one shot together and just by unnecessary amounts of movement alone you can tell who doesn’t belong. again; detail, rendering, compositing, lighting, all picture-perfect; but y’all just gotta let the animation breathe sometimes, and chill it out

plot holes don’t really matter to me but it was kinda funny how lilly decided not to mention the enormous wrinkle in intel pertaining to an actual territorial tribe of intelligent zombies that require human offerings to let you pass, just so that reveal could play out in real time through the joyous punishment of the cartoonishly misogynistic dude

total chad move for mister uruk hai and final pam to rule from a rusted swimming pool complex

the ending with vanderohe oh my god. with the. cash stacks at the airport register. and specifically them working in his favor. that is literally something you do to get arrested under suspicion of theft. it was almost played for laughs and I respect that. coulda been goofier. make these movies goofy ya dorks

anyway, weird, weird movie. bad marketing. message unclear (something something sins of the father???), baffling editing instincts, literal worst-looking cinematography I ever laid eyes upon. Confidently dying on that last hill

[yourstateofdreaming]

The Favor [Gwilym Lee x Reader] Part IV

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Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, also again: daddy-daughter relationship (SORRYNOTSORRY)

A/N: so... I have a chapter that kinda goes before this...it was meant to be part three but I found it too long and containing no Gwil, I’ll post that later so you can read more if you’d like and get a better understand of the story. Enjoy!

She picked up Roger’s clothes from the dry cleaner, got his vitamins from the pharmacy, picked up a package from his P.O. Box and then stopped at his favorite coffee place before arriving at the Taylors’ home a quarter to 12.

“Morning!” She called out from the entrance with her hands full.

The usual odd chorus of voices let her know that Tigs and Lola were here, Sarina in the studio and Roger upstairs.

A regular Wednesday for the Taylors.

The two blondes ran out from the kitchen to say hello, staring at (Name) with expectations of something showing in their gleaming eyes.

“Hi, what’s up?” She gave a puzzled smile.

“We heard a rumor from Dad,” Lola teased without hesitation.

Tigs giggled.

“We heard somebody from dad’s movie might be into you?” Lola hinted. “What’s with this Will guy?”

All blood rushed to her feet. She cleared her throat and started going to the kitchen.

“Gwilym.” (Name) corrected her. “He’s,” she did not look back or over her shoulder, “a friend!”

She felt embarrassed. If they knew...if only they knew what had happened just the night before. She reprimanded herself in silence, she should have not done it, but she gave in. Who could deny it? The two had chemistry, they knew each other and it was about time... if only it wasn’t such an inappropriate relationship. Why did she let him stay last night?

“(Name)?” Roger greeted her with a peck on the cheek and an empty cup of what must have been tea in his hand.

“Hi!”

She could not help but come off as super excited.

“So, busy day, Rog! Busy, busy day! Have you got your shoes on? Let’s go!” She clapped at Roger and waved at his daughters. “Sorry, girls! Come on, Rog! Car’s waiting outside!”

“Kitten...” Roger followed, although complaining felt like the natural response to (Name)’s behavior, “later, girls!”

While (Name) sat with Roger in the back of the car, he kept staring at her. Roger was trying to figure her out, there was something about her this morning that gave him an odd vibe. It wasn’t until she shifted in her seat and looked to the side that he thought of it.

“Kitten, do you have a boyfriend?”

(Name)’s brows skyrocketed up her forehead, or so it felt like. She smirked at her boss, smart-assing the man without a gram of shame.

“Why? Are you trying to hook up with me now, Rog?”

The drummer laughed, throwing his head back for a second.

Roger would never try such a thing, she was Tigs’ age and even if she was a bit older, the way she got along with everyone in the Taylor family made her almost a family member too; Roger knowing her dad and that (Name) was an only child, he felt somewhat like a father to her half the time.

“Well, do you?” Roger insisted.

(Name) shrugged, she took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

“Not really.” She watched Roger’s brow furrowed. “No,” she insisted. “Maybe.”

Roger did not need to say anything, (Name) gave in and told him about some guy. She liked him but she said that because of their jobs it would be too difficult to be together, as a side note she did find other guys attractive.

“So, it’s not set on stone, kitten. Take your chances!” Roger advised her, patting her knee. “And cover up the neck, dear.”

(Name)’s hand flew to her neck and she used her phone to see. A love mark showing just above the collar of her shirt. The man sitting on the opposite side of the car smirked as she fidgeted with a scarf in her handbag.

“Shit...” she mumbled.

The drummer laughed at her and seeing as the car was moving through the streets a bit faster than usual, he chose to talk to his young assistant about a certain invitation his manager received earlier that morning. 

Peter (Y/L/Name) was a well-known wildlife photographer, his successes in art brought him to South Africa, where he worked with Save The Elephants and other organizations. (Name)’s father was a real animals’ rights activist, his job teaching about the world around us; it was odd to see him with his daughter, who he loved but with whom he would only spend time on rare occasions ever since she started uni. In fact, Roger could recall seeing his young assistant with her father only once, while at an event much like the one he had been invited to. 

Brian was pressuring Roger to RSVP, he was fascinated with Peter’s work, he and Anita had already confirmed their assistance to P. (Y/L/Name)’s exhibition. 

“Are you going?” 

She looked up from the agenda, the day of the exhibition was one of her rare days off, but she would not mind seeing Roger, which she still sort of planned on doing. 

“Do I have time?” 

Roger leaned over her shoulder and read the bright orange note saying “Fend for Yourself Day - Kitten’s Day Off’”. He put his index finger up in the air. 

“Ah! I guess I’m seeing you there!” He winked. 

She nodded and scribbled something down on a different page, mentioning to Roger that she would arrange for a car to pick them up at a decent time so he could be fashionably late to the event, just enough to be classy and not as much to make Brian anxious. 

“Hey, Rog?” She wondered when they arrived at the label’s building. 

The older man walked out of the vehicle with his sunglasses in his hands and put them on as soon as he heard her, mumbling a “yeah”. 

“How come you always call me Kitten?” She giggled as she finished her question. 

It was pure curiosity, (Name) never had a nickname before. Her father would always call her by her name or say “child”, so she was not used to the affectionate sound of “Kitten” when Roger first started using it a while after she started working for him. 

“Well, you see...” Roger put an arm around her shoulders and they walked together as the car drove away to the parking lot. “I realized you are not quite as tall as my Tigs, so what’s smaller than a Tiger?” He brought his hand out, waving it in the air as he spoke. 

(Name) shrugged, arched brow and pout on her mouth. 

“I dunno,” she straight up said the first thing that came to her mind, “a cub?”

Roger stopped walking and the silence grew between them for a second before he shook his head and repeated the word “no” over and over, almost chanting it. 

“A Kitten, (Name)! A Kitten! Has a better ring to it too!” 

They waited for the lift and once the shining silver doors opened, (Name) walked in first, followed by Roger. 

“You really are your father’s daughter...” He commented. 

Having spoken to the man a few times before, he knew where her previous comment was coming from. 

For days, (Name) tagged along with Roger, she never got to sit inside the offices where the Rock Idol had his meetings with producers and important people, she would only be outside, at the ready with a notebook and a pen; agenda in the pocket. She knew how to do her job, she did it quite well and had received no complaints from Roger or his family ever. 

It was indeed, during her last day shooting for the movie that she had the chance of chatting with Gwil. He had asked, of course, he was curious about the assistant; it seemed Roger could get along just fine without her but she also made everything move faster, with more efficiency, and for sure by more modern means. 

“Oh, I graduated from business school a bit early. Dad was in South Africa, I needed a job and thought, why not start at the bottom?” She explained, “I didn’t think I would be Roger Taylor’s assistant, that sort of happened thanks to my dad’s manager.”

Gwilym’s expression, now that he was in his Brian costume, was soft as usual, although upon hearing her his brows shot up in the funniest of manners and left (Name) giggling like a school girl. It might have been the beautiful contrast of the dark wig and Gwilym’s blue eyes, she felt weak in the knees. 

“Your dad’s manager?” He wondered, his hands on his hips, the pants provided by the costume department flattering his long legs.

She made the mental note that Gwil was slightly thicker than Brian, but she was not quite sure and thought asking about it would only serve to fuel the rumor going by among the crew that there was something romantic going on between the two of them.  

(Name) blushed, she never bragged about it, her last name would oddly come up in conversation and even if it did, it never caught much attention - unless she was speaking to a wildlife enthusiast or an animals’ rights activist. 

“Uh,” she felt her voice going quieter as she moved her lips to form the words, “yeah, Peter (Y/L/Name)” 

It was not shame what overtook her. She loved her father; he had fought to give her everything she had, and he had struggled to build his own career from scratch - not an easy thing, especially since he raised her on his own. What (Name) felt was embarrassment. Now she was under the impression that she should have mentioned it sooner.

“Oh, he’s having an exhibition next month! Right?” Gwil reaction was the usual, a small smile appearing on his face when she nodded. 

He pulled her sparkling black jacket closed over her chest once the cast was called in to get another take. 

“Well, darling Fake Wife of mine...” he called and (Name) rolled her eyes at the lame joke the two had, “on with the show!” 

(Name) made a terrible attempt at playing the air guitar, earning a laugh from Gwil, who stood the closest to see and embarrassingly enough, a cheer and chuckle from Brian and Anita. 

“Take off the wig, Gwil, you’re being replaced!” Joe yelled from another part of the set at what was going to be Freddie’s crazy house party. 

“Oh, shut it you!” She yelled back, grabbing Gwil’s face with as much delicacy as possible to avoid ruining whatever makeup he had on, Gwilym had to lean down so she could play with his face, “this is the face of a man! A man whose parents have some explaining to do!” She turned to Gwil, “are you sure Brian’s not your dad? You look so much like him...I’m doubting this.” 

At (Name)’s pout, Gwil smiled. He shook his head as he pulled back and put his arm around her shoulders to go back to their marks. 

For the entire time they were there, Anita was hypnotized by Gwilym, she took pictures with him and gave him the sweetest compliments, at which the actor could only blush and look around for help. Brian’s wife also told him funny stories about a younger version of her husband; all the while Ben, Joe and (Name) kept trying to stay out of trouble but somehow still causing it, of course. Rami was the only one of the group who kept it quite professional, he was the leading man and nobody would hold it against him if he was in character more than he was himself. 

“Hey,” Anita, grabbed (Name)’s hand and held it absentmindedly while she spoke, oblivious to what she was about to do, “Brian has been teaching Gwil how to use his camera, why don’t you bring him to your father’s exhibition?”

The small woman looked up at (Name) and then at Gwil. She did not know what to say; she had already made plans to bring someone else...someone she had been seeing for some time. Gwilym noticed something was happening in her mind and opened his mouth to excuse himself only to be interrupted by the brunette. 

“I think my dad would love to teach you a thing or two as well.” 

“It’s a date!” Ben yelled. 

The blonde gave Gwil a pat on the back and exchanged a look with Joe and Rami, all three of them grinned. 

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[soaimagines]

Roses 🥀

Request: Imagine Jax finding roses on his ex-wifes counter when he goes to pick up their son.

This is the one I struggled with so much. I had it all planned in my head like a fucking movie but when I tried to write it i forgot all words. lol. I hope you guys like it. 💕

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“You look very pretty mommy.” You smiled down at your son, who was watching you lovingly from his spot on the bed. “Thank you baby.” After one final coat of mascara you stepped back and looked at your reflection. Not bad. You were just lifting your favourite perfume when you heard a knock on the door. Abel squealed in excitement and you laughed. “Why don’t you go let daddy in?” You suggested as you sprayed yourself with the perfume. He hopped off the bed and ran to the front door while you finished getting ready.

~

The front door swung open and Jax grinned at the sight of his son, bouncing round excitedly.   “Daddy!” He squealed. Jax leant over him and pressed a kiss to Abels forehead. “Hows my boy?” “Good!” Abel giggled. He took hold of Jaxs hand and dragged him inside. Jax pushed the door closed behind him and looked around the house. “Mommy getting ready?” Jax asked. “Yeah, she looks pretty daddy.” Jax smiled and ruffled his sons hair. “She always does.” Something in the dining room caught his eye and he let Abel run over to his crayons while he stepped into the room. In the centre of the dining table was two dozen perfect red roses, wrapped delicately in white tissue paper and sitting in a tall vase of water. The flowers were huge and dramatic, a grand gesture of romance and Jax wondered who was sending his ex wife such gifts. Jax glanced back in the hallway and when he found it empty he stepped closer to the table. Next to the roses sat an envelope and he lifted it carefully and slid the card out. He checked the hallway again before reading the hand written note inside the card. ‘A little something to let you know you’re on my mind, always. I can’t wait to see you tonight. x’ He frowned as he read over the note and couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that coursed through him. He read over it once more before sliding the card back into the envelope and placing it back where he had first found it. Abel ran back into the room, a picture he had drawn in his hands. Jax inspected the art, an expression of admiration on his face as Abel beamed up at him and he tried to stop the thoughts form running through his mind. For three months now you had been divorced, and before the papers were finalised you had been separated for the better part of two years. So why was he jealous? This wasn’t the first guy you had dated since him, surely. But Jax had never seen it. You had always kept your relationships private, not even letting your dates meet Abel. None of them had been serious, just casual flings to fill the hole in your heart. And its not like Jax hadn’t been with other woman. All he had to do was ask and he could have a dozen girls in his bed. So why was this wave of jealousy washing over him? Why now, after all this time, did he feel sick at the thought of another man being with you. You, the woman he had loved for so long. The mother of his child and the love of his life. The decision to divorce had been mutual. You loved each other, of course you did, but somewhere along they way and amongst all the chaos that surrounded him the two of you had lost the spark. There was no real fighting, no bad feelings towards each other. You had wanted him to move on and be happy and Jax had wanted the same for you. But now the idea of it actually happening scared him. Maybe a part of him still hoped that you would find your way back to him one day. Abel giggling brought his mind back into focus and he pushed the thoughts out of his mind.

~

You chewed on the side of your lip and looked at your reflection in the full length mirror once more. It had been a long time since you had been on a date and after inspecting your outfit you finally felt more confidant. You wore a black off-the-shoulder dress that hugged you in all the right places and ended a couple of inches above your knees. Your hair hung loosely down your back, with a few strands framing your face. After watching several make-up tutorials on youtube you had achieved the look you were going for.You had perfectly groomed your eyebrows and perfected a smokey eye with a sharp wing of eyeliner. Tonight you had gone for a fairly simple pair of false lashes, long and sleek rather than dramatic. A thin layer of foundation and a light blush and you were done, leaving your lips fairly natural to draw all attention to your eyes. You took a deep breath and smoothed down your dress. Not bad. You thought to yourself with a final glance at your reflection. You quickly slid into your heels and left the bedroom, feeling slightly guilty to have left Jax waiting. You walked elegantly across the hallway and joined them in the living room. “Wow momma!” Jax looked up at Abels words and saw you smiling at your son. He gulped, his previous feelings only becoming stronger as he took in your appearance. “You look amazing.” Jax said, his voice soft and sincere. A blush came to your cheeks and you rolled your eyes. “I always do.” Jax chuckled and nodded in agreement. “You do.” You smiled and ruffled Abels hair before moving to the sofa and reaching for your handbag. Jax couldn’t help but watch as you leant over the sofa to lift your bag and his breath caught in his throat as the dress rode up your thighs slightly. You swung your bag on your shoulder and checked the contents, making sure you had everything you would need before turning back towards Jax. “Thank you for taking him.” “Anytime.” Jax smiled. “Big date tonight, huh?” He hoped his question sounded casual and by your response he knew he hadn’t been caught prying for information. “Something like that.” You said with a shrug. “He picking you up?” You shook your head. “Said i’d meet him there. Its still early days.” Jax nodded, knowing that you wouldn’t have wanted Abel to meet him just yet. “You wanna ride?” You looked at him and laughed. “My ex husband and our son dropping me off for a date? I think I’ll pass.” Jax chuckled and stood and placed his hand down on Abels shoulder. “Well better not keep the guy waiting.” You knelt down and pulled Abel into a hug before kissing his cheek softly. “Be good for Daddy. I love you.” “I love you too Mommy.” You straightened and smiled at Jax as he gently moved Abel towards the door. “Have a good night, darlin.” He placed his hand on your waist and leant in,pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you Jax.” You smiled at him and he nodded before walking out of the house, Abel in front of him and his backpack in his hand. You watched them leave with a smile before grabbing your keys and heading for you car.

~

“Afternoon, lass.” You smiled at Chibs and kissed his cheek before Abel wrapped his arms around his legs. “‘Ello little man.” Chibs chuckled and ruffled his soft blond hair. “Jax around? He asked me to meet him here” You asked, scanning your eyes across the Teller-Morrow lot. “Aye, he’s inside.” Chibs nodded towards the clubhouse. “I can watch Abel for ye.” “Thank you.” You smiled and waved at Tig and Juice who were leaning against the office smoking. This morning you had received a text from Jax, asking you to meet him at the clubhouse this afternoon. You hadn’t thought much of it, assuming he wanted to let you know he was heading out of town for a few days and wouldn’t be around. It was a Sunday afternoon and the sun was shining down warmly as you walked across the lot. It was so warm in fact that you wore your denim cut off shorts and a white tank top, your hair piled on top of your head in a messy bun and converse on your feet. Jax was sitting at the bar when you entered and he didn’t see you you come in. He had a cigarette pressed between his fingers and a beer in front of him as he hunched over a notebook. “Hey,” You called across the room. Jax looked up and smiled once his eyes found you. You walked up to him and he opened his arms. You stepped into them and pressed a friendly kiss to his cheek before sliding onto a barstool next to him. “Thank you for coming, darlin.” He slid off his seat and stepped behind the bar. He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a beer and handed it to you. “What did you wanna talk about?” You asked as you accepted the beer. Jax took a deep breath and walked back to his stool, trying to find the words to start. “I keep thinking about the other night.” You frowned and tilted your head to the side, your eyebrows furrowing together. “At my house?” Jax nodded and ran his hand through his hair before looking at you. “You’ve been seeing this guy a lot.” “Yeah, thats usually what happens when you date someone.” You said. Jax smirked before his face turned serious. “Is it serious?” “Jax, what is this about?” He sighed and ran his hand over his face. “I saw the roses on your table.” You watched him as he spoke and when he didn’t continue you frowned. “And?” “And it made me jealous. I know you’ve been  with other guys but I didn’t know you were going to get serious with anyone.” “Jax we’re divorced. I can-“ “Let me finish.” You paused but nodded, allowing him to speak. “I spent the last few days thinking about you. When I signed those papers I never really thought about you being with someone else. Really being with someone else. It was selfish of me but I always thought we would end up together and seeing those roses and how.. happy you looked made me realise that that was never going to happen.” He paused to check how you were taking this and when he saw your calm expression he continued. “I didn’t know how to be a dad and a husband without sacrificing the club. I know now that what we had.. It cant happen again. I love you so much (y/n), I do. But I know that me wanting you to wait until Ive figured out how to do this is selfish. I know that now.” You watched him closely as he spoke, watched the raw emotions in his eyes. He had been your everything once and you fought back tears, determined not to cry as he opened up to you. “Im sorry that I didn’t appreciate you when I had you, (Y/n). You were a good old lady, a good wife. You’re a good mother. You deserve to be happy and Im not going to stand in the way of that.” You smiled, unable to stop a tear from escaping and rolling down your cheek. You stood and wrapped your arms around him, burying yourself in his neck. He held you close and stroked your back as you gathered yourself. “I love you, Jackson.” You whispered. He smiled and nodded as you pulled away. “I know.” You wiped your cheeks and sat back on the stool, taking a much needed swig of your beer. “But if this guy hurts you, I swear to god I will kill him. I already know where he lives.” You groaned, but your eyes were playful and a smirk appeared on your lips. “Why you gotta ruin a moment like that?!”

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My Daily Affirmations

(I opened for Tig Notaro in September of 2011 at a very cool little bar in Omaha called The Sydney. Its the same place I did my first stand up set and a lot of drugs. I love it dearly. Tig was great, such an awesome comedian. It was in the era of OK Party Comedy where we had a good relationship with a comedy tour manager who would try and route people our way even though we couldn't offer tons of money or much of anything else. Those were truly the best times.)

(To be read in the morning after waking up before your morning bath, not during!)

IDT,

   Today is the day!  It’s time to harness some forward momentum and make some positive life changes.  Like the movie Click starring Adam Sandler…the part where he realizes that dying from being fat is scary and awful and he quits being a dick to his hot wife and sexy kids…not the other stuff.  Try to avoid thinking about how you cried in front of your friends the first time you watched the movie Click, you will just spend the rest of your day thinking about the consequences of owning a magical remote control, rather than making positive forward progress.

   Today is the day that you start all of the personal and professional projects you have been putting off.  No more time wasting!  Remember that documentary you watched on Netflix about an all natural juice diet (That fat man became so much less fat!)…you are starting that diet today!  At the very least put a juice in your Amazon queue and check on it once every couple of months.  What about the  other documentary about cutting processed foods out of your diet to cure your diseases and become a better human being?  You are starting that today as well (at this point you resemble a sad pregnant teenager, but without all of the glamour).  Stop enjoying food and start hating yourself more!  What about the documentary you watched about ethnic genocide in Africa?  You should probably not do that today, that was terrible and sad…but keep that in your mind so you avoid any genocides while making juice and eating food from Trader Joe’s (sidenote: double check to make sure Trader Joe was not involved in any African genocides)

   All of those barely started screen plays, sketches, and dragon sex fantasy novels?  Today is the day you finally make an honest effort to become a “real” writer and finish ALL OF THEM!  That will require you not being a lazy idiot, so change everything about yourself.   Your best chance at getting super rich is the pitch for the movie you came up with called “Jesus! Hockey?”  Tagline: Jesus Doesn’t Save…He Scores”  Everyone wants to see a movie about Jesus returning to Earth from space to play hockey.  Think The Mighty Ducks meets Encino Man meets that Bible movie (see if we can’t get Sandler to play Jesus…he would be PERFECT!).  The sketch you wrote about “The Negro League of Extraordinary Gentlemen” (MLK, Reggie Jackson, Eli Whitney, Fredrick Douglas, and Tyrese)?  You might need to re-think that one.  Maybe just Tyrese…if all else fails just stick with what you know and love...sexy dragons..  Today is the day your dreams come true!

   Get in front of the bathroom mirror and read the following out loud to yourself in a non-hysterical voice (for once):

- I will be healthy and happy.

- I will not eat in the bath tub while taking a bath, or if I do I will not tell anyone about it (even if it makes total sense and cuts out the middle man known as the dishwashing machine).

- I am sailing on the river of wealth (probably the river from that Billy Joel song).

- I will do laundry today because at this point everything in my closet is covered in gross stuff, eventually you’re going to wear a black t-shirt that has your seed on it to a bar and no one will think it is quirky.

- I will be calm and relaxed in every situation.

- I will avoid the happy couples with kids or dogs that walk around my neighborhood, their judgement gazes bring down my victory thoughts.

- I am surrounded by love.

- I am also surrounded by bugs.  Yuck.

- History is fiction, God can’t touch us now....we’re out of his jurisdiction..

- I will stop taking my frustrations out everyone named Travis, it isn’t their fault their name is super fun to yell in a Southern accent..

- I will be successful in whatever I do.

- I will stop telling people about my Illuminati conspiracy theories that places the blame on former Minnesota Twins outfielder Kirby Puckett…Kirby Puckett is dead so it’s kind of a dickhead thing to say.

- I will practice both the male and female parts in Meat Loaf’s “Paradise By The Dashboard Lights”.  You never know when you’ll be asked to perform either…especially in corporate job interviews.

- Everything is getting better every day (except for most things).

   After reading these out loud, make sure you don’t have any shit in your teeth, drink one quick rum and Gatorade in the tub…and go out and make today the best today ever.

Love,

Ian Douglas Terry

(find out if they’re making a sequel to Click…if they aren’t, write it)

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Meghan Markle, Prince Harry & Archie Move To LA Before Border Shutdown + Meg’s Disney Movie Trailer & Deets On Her New Cookbook, Blog Relaunch

Meghan Markle, Prince Harry & baby Archie hopped on a private jet to Los Angeles before the U.S. and Canadian borders were shut. And now, they appear to be L.A. residents!  Deets on their travel, peep Meghan’s new trailer for her Disney film and deets on her new cookbook inside…

Welcome (back) to America!

There was talk that the Duke & Duchess of Sussex would eventually move to Los Angeles... and it just happened.  Chick married her prince and brought him right back home.

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry fled their Vancouver residence for warmer weather.  The couple, along with their 10-month-old son Archie, hopped on a private jet and traveled to Los Angeles before the borders between the U.S. and Canada were shut due to the Coronavirus pandemic.

They’ll reportedly be residing in their new home - close to Hollywood - on lockdown like the rest of us. An insider tells The Sun:

“Harry and Meghan have left Canada now for good. The borders were closing and flights were stopping. They had to get out," the source tells The Sun. “But this move was planned for some time. They realized Canada would not work out for various reasons and they want to be based in the Los Angeles area. They have a big support network there. It’s where their new team of Hollywood agents and PRs and business managers are based. Meghan has lots of friends there and, of course, her mum Doria," the source continues.

Grandma Doria will now get to spend a lot more time with her grandson, which we’re sure she’s ecstatic about. On the flip side, you all already know the Brits are pissed about it.

Dubbed Megxit 2, the royal family is reportedly “stunned” and horrified” that the couple made the move to the U.S.

Apparently, the royals thought they would consider going BACK to the UK to “help their relatives.”

Did anyone help them when the media was dragging Meghan literally everyday? Oh. Word has it Harry has made it clear that it was his idea to leave their Royal duties, mainly for the safety and protection of their baby.

A few days ago, it was revealed Harry’s father Prince Charles (71) tested positive for COVID-19. Queen Elizabeth and husband Prince Philip (both in their 90s) have self-isolated themselves to keep from getting the deadly virus. 

News of their move come on the heels of Meghan’s new project.

The former “Suits” actress will narrate Disney's upcoming Elephant documentary, which is set to start streaming April 3rd on Disney+.

Peep the trailer above.

Meghan can thank her husband who’s always stanning out for her. You’ll recall, the 38-year-old philanthropist https://theybf.com/2020/01/14/megxit-update-several-statements-have-been... ">signed a deal with Disney to do voiceover work for a project that was unnamed at the time. It's reported she will not be paid for the project. She apparently agreed to do the voiceover in exchange for a donation to the charity organization Elephants Without Borders. Quite fitting.

Just in case you missed Harry advocating for his wife, peep the clip below of the Prince chatting with Disney's CEO Bob Iger during The Lion King's London premiere where he mentioned Meghan does voiceovers. Come through king!

  This video was removed but I had it saved. Recording resurfaces of #princeharry talking to #disney to lock in a deal for #MeghanMarkel months ago. #MEGXIT was in the works for a bit. pic.twitter.com/BhRQTL5AzL

— Anna Paulina Luna (@realannapaulina) January 12, 2020

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                  Spotlight on: The Hubb Community Kitchen It was just one year ago that The Duchess of Sussex made a special visit to the women of The Hubb Community Kitchen to help prepare meals for those in need. The connection between The Duchess and these women began a year prior, as she supported them in the creation of “Together”, a charity cookbook which celebrates the power of cooking to bring communities together. The cookbook showcases recipes from women whose community was affected by the 2017 Grenfell Tower fire in London. Their incredible stories and personal recipes placed “Together” on The New York Times Bestseller List and The Sunday Times Booklist. Today, the women at the Hubb Community Kitchen continue to have a positive impact in their community, across the UK, and around the world. Whether it’s providing a safe space for women and children to come for a hot meal, supporting local schools, serving free lunches to senior citizens, partnering with the Red Cross to provide lunches for refugees, or feeding the homeless - the Hubb helps and heals through their support and sustenance. Thank you, ladies, for the leadership and inspiration that your cooking and love of community brings to all those around you. We remain so very proud of the good work that you continue to do, and cannot wait to see what 2020 brings! Photo PA / Hubb Kitchen / Jenny Zarin

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  With another new chapter in her life, Meghan is looking to stretch her wings and get back to her life pre-royal family.

Now that she and Prince Harry are no longer official senior members of the royal family, she's reportedly working on a few projects. A source revealed to US Weekly that Meghan is currently writing another cookbook, which would be the follow up to her 2018 "Together: Our Community Cookbook."

Not only that, she also could be working on relaunching her former lifestyle blog, The Tig, and potentially developing a kitchenware line. Get it, Meg!

The site reports:

“Meghan has heaps of projects in the works,” the source says. Meghan’s career endeavors aren’t the only thing on her mind. A source tells Us that the California native is interested in welcoming a second child with the 35-year-old British Army vet. Though the insider shares that Meghan and Harry will “start trying in earnest pretty soon,” they still want to focus on adjusting to their new life in Canada and prioritize their 10-month-old son, Archie.

Looks like Meghan is getting back to the things she loves and we're here for it!

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 20

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

                                                           A/N: Sorry this is coming in late tonight. Mr. Teller didn’t want to stop talking. Chibs has so much to say too so … we’re breaking our every other week rule for the next chapter, so expect an early Valentine’s day present. ;)

                                              Mo Astor Chapter 20

Jax

“You got plans tonight, baby?” Mom asks as I wipe my hands off with a rag done with the final oil change of a day. Perk of the job here, I don’t do weekends.  

“No. You need me to do something?”

She sighs. “Listen. Lee ain’t Wendy or any of those other waste off skins you’ve had for girlfriends. You need to put some effort in to keep her. It’s Friday night. A nice dinner and a movie or something goes a long way. You guys are more than just friends now. You can’t keep treating her the same way you used to.”

“Do I do that?”

“Take it from the lady who works in the office with her and the garage with you. Yes, you do.”

“Trying not to make the same mistakes Ma. I know how Lee is. You hold on too tight, and she gets antsy.”

“Ain’t nothing confining about a little romance. Trust me. Your Father was good at that.” She shakes her head and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “That man had a way of making me feel like I was the only woman in the world he saw. Even with all the things he had on his plate. He made time for me. It’s why I was willing to walk to that man. Loyalty and love are everything. You do whatever you have to do to keep that once you have it.”

The sincerity in her voice opened my ears wider than they usually were when she spoke. Even after all this time, I could tell she missed my dad. What they had was special, and I respected her advice when it came to that. I’d seen this life chew up and spit out so many couples.  Hell Bobby was on wife number four, and still dreaming of forever after, because the big softy was romantic to the core. Maybe that was a requirement for all Elvis Impersonators.

“What would you suggest? And don’t play dumb, cause if you brought this up, you already have a plan.

She smirks and blows out smoke. “Can’t fool you, can I baby? Get her out of Charming. Go up the road to that nice new Italian restaurant they opened. There’s a movie theater near there or a place to go dancing. I know she and your sister always liked to go do that. Those two damn near gave us gray hair being out all night, after losing the prospects we assigned to trail them.” She shakes her head, and I laugh.

“And then you put me to the task.”

“Hah. Yeah, I did, and I think it made it worse instead of better.”

“What? They were safe, weren’t they?” I say with a sly grin.

“Yeah, and your rap sheet got longer.”

“And people got the picture and started staying away, didn’t they?” I took the job of guarding my girls very seriously. There was a time when Sugar got locked up, and Baby J had come to live with us for a spell. Given Menace’s position, and the fact that Sugar’s parent’s hated the club, there was no way Sugar could leave her or send her off with family. It had cemented our sibling-like bond.

“That they did, baby. You did a good job with those two. My little Samcro princess and my bonus baby.”

I shake my head at the satisfied smirk that lines her lips. She’d gotten exactly what she always wanted, Lee and I together and Baby J with a Son. One she respected and liked. I don’t know what woman wronged my Mom in her life, but she couldn’t stand ninety percent of females. Hell, I only think Aunt Luanne and her work so well, because Luanne is a follower who knows her place. My Ma’s shrewd like that. Can’t bitch too much when she’s taught me everything I know about ensuring my place and never letting anyone else get the upper hand.

I keep my mouth shut until I’m ready to make my move. It allows people to underestimate me. I like that. It gives me a chance to come up with a plan and execute it flawlessly. You make mistakes in this world, and you end up in a pine box.

“So dinner and a movie or dinner and dancing? I think I can manage that.”

“Good. And this time…keep your hands to yourself unless someone tries to touch her. Nothing ruins a night out worse than arrest.”

I snicker. “I Hear you.”

“Good. “ She tosses her butt to the ground and stubbs it out with the toe of her black high heel. “You might want to make reservations. Be a shame to make the drive and not get a table.”

“Why don’t you do it Ma. Since you did everything else.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” She winks and walks off as I laugh.

Her words had me thinking about our interactions in the garage. We weren’t stiff, but I kept my hands to myself. Lee had always been the type to keep business and pleasure separate. She had to, in many ways, to keep her legitimate standing with the upper crust of Charming. Her beauty, schooling, and good reputation allowed them to overlook her Samcro ties. She was a much-needed bridge. One they should know had been claimed.. There’d been a number of square ass dudes who’d tried to tie her down. They didn’t see at heart; she was always made to be a biker’s woman.

She’d never be happy with some laid back, casual dude who wanted 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, and nothing to do with her family. Hell Tig, the most fucked up of us all, was her father figure. Someone outside the life would never be able to handle or understand that. Civilians were too damned judgmental for their own good.

I move to an area where I can see her without her seeing me. Dressed in a well-worn pair of faded jeans with ripped knees and a Samcro t-shirt she’s knotted at the waist to show a sliver off tan toned flesh, she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever set eyes on.

I don’t want her doubting her importance or her place in my life for a second. I’ve always been good at pushing her boundaries without toppling her. I have no problem doing that now to let everyone know we’re very taken. It’s healthier than killing people who cross a line with her.

She turns her head towards my mother, and genuine adoration colors her brilliant blue eyes. Seeing the affection between two off the woman I love most makes me smile. Yeah, she deserves more, and I can step it up and give it to her.

I finish cleaning in the sink, scrubbing my hands with the orange scented Pumice soap, careful to get under my nails and around my cuticles. I had plans for these tonight, and they needed to be spotless to be worthy of entrance into hot, wet places.

Satisfied with my hands, I splash water on my face and pat it dry with paper towels and pitch them in the bin. It’s Friday, and I’m calling it a day. We don’t have any pressing repairs that can’t wait or be finished by a prospect.

I make my way to the office and lean into the door.

“You about done in here, Lee?”

“I don’t know?” She turns to face my Ma. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you two get out of here. I’ll close down tonight. Unlike you two, my only plans are a party at the clubhouse.”

Lee looks at me confused, and I smirk.

“What’s she talking about?”

“Mr. wonderful here got you a table at that new Italian place at seven tonight. If you hurry, you’ll have enough time to get all dolled up before you leave.”

“Did someone mention dolls?” Tig asks shuddering as he comes into view, silent like always.

“Yeah, Tiggy. The kids are going out for a nice date.”

“Where you taking her?” he asks, eyeballing me.

I stand my ground forcing myself not to respond to his lasers as they bore a hole through me. I ain’t going anywhere, so he needs to get used to it.

“The cute little restaurant up the road,” Mom says.

“Apparently that’s where we’re going,” Lee says with an almost shy smile I know I want to see more often.

“Huh,” Tig grunts. “Take care of my girl.”

“Always do,” I say refusing to back down under his crazed glare. Tig could back up his bark, but I had no plan to give him a reason to do that.

He nods and walks over to kiss her on the forehead. “Have fun tonight.”

“I will, Tiggy,” she says kissing his cheek. He softens, and I turn away feeling like I’m intruding on a private moment.

“Well get out of here before I change my mind,” Ma says waving her hand.  I wrap my arm around Lee’s waist, lift her off her feet, and carry her off.

“What are you doing?”

“Escaping while we can. It takes two seconds for shit to go to hell around here,” I say.

She giggles and relaxes against me. “Well, I’m going to need my purse.”

I return to the office and Ma hands her purse. “Ah, to be young and in love again,” She says.

Lee tenses and I squeeze her and jet out before my mother can freak her out more. It’s funny…I’m usually the gung-ho one who jumps into everything, but I can’t with her. At least not on the surface. She’s had too many men who counted disappoint her.

I ignore the whistles and hoots sent our way as we exit the garage into the sunshine.

“How long you need to get ready?”

“How pretty you want me?”

“You’re already drop dead gorgeous, Lee. The clothing doesn’t change that.” She gasps. “Oh, I forgot how much of a charmer you could be.”

“Just stating a fact, darling,” I say as I brush her lips with mine and set her down by her car.

“I’ll meet you at your house in say … one hour? It’ll give us both enough time to clean up and then hit the road?”

“Sounds good, to me Teller.” She pauses and studies me.

“What?” I ask.

She shakes her head and smiles as she unlocks her car and slips into the driver’s seat. I’m getting under her skin. Darling, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

I hurry back inside to my dorm and open my closet. Tucked in the back are a nicer pair of jeans and a button up. A knock sounds on my door.

“Yeah.”

I pull out the black button down and glance over my shoulder at Candy. The slender bleach blonde is poured into a pair of low-slung jeans and a crop top that barely covers her implants. Turgid nipples push out the thin white material.

“Ma need something?”

“No. I just thought I could help you get cleaned up.” She enters the room swaying her nonexistent hips.

“I’m taken.”

“Never stopped you before,” She purrs.

The words make me wince. She ain’t wrong.

“This time’s different.”

She pouts. “You sure about that? We always had a good time Jax.”

“Out.” I snap my fingers and point, and she huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she stalks out.

I walk over, lock the door behind her and place my head against the door.

Sending away free pussy isn’t easy for any man. Especially when it’s a habit, but I’d cut my own arm off before I hurt Lee. She’d been betrayed enough to last a lifetime. Pushing away I head for the shower, wishing I could wash away my shady past as easily as I do the sweat and grime of the day. I let one heartbreak color my entire view on women, and now I had to pay for it, in the form of convincing my woman I could stay true to her.

***

“This is really nice,” Lee whispers as we walk up to Host/Hostess podium.

“Yeah, it is. I’m starting to think we might be missing out not getting out of Charming more often.” “Hah. Don’t let Gem here you say that.”

I smirk. “You know I’m smarter than that.”

The clientele makes me glad I left my colors at home and stepped up my attire. Blending in is an important skill to have, and while dressing up isn’t my thing I can do it when necessary. Lee’s little black dress and sky-high heels are worthy of a suit. The strapless number shows off her delectable collar bone and strong arms. I want to cover her in hickeys so any man would know in a glance she’s taken and well pleased. I find myself staring down anyone who looks for too long. I covet the shit that matters to me.

“Can I help you, sir?” The man in the black slacks, white button up, and black tie asks.

“Yeah, I have a reservation for Teller at seven.”

He opens his book and searches. “I see you here sir. Just one moment and I’ll show you back to your seat.”

I nod my head, wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to my side.

“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me.” The awe in her voice makes me feel like I’m on top of a mountain.

“Anything to see you smile, darling.”

She peers down, and a pink tinge appears on her cheeks. She’s got her walls down. It’s a beautiful sight because I know it doesn’t happen often.

“I want to believe that.” I tuck my finger under her chin tilting her face to look up at me.

“You should because I’m going to be spending my time proving it. You know I’ve never been an all talk kind of man.”

“I do know,” she whispers and I can’t help but peck her delicious looking lips.

We’re shown to our table, and I know mom must’ve pulled some strings because it’s a damn Chef’s table, set apart from the main room.

“Oh my God,” Lee whispers looking over the table.

“I know,” I say equally impressed.

The candle light flickering at the table paints her face in shadows. I’m lost in her eyes and in the moment. I’ve never done anything like this with a woman. It’s intimate and grown up as hell. What we’re doing isn’t playing at a relationship, it’s building a strong one.

We make small talk as we drink wine and eat food I can barely pronounce. I never imagined I’d be here doing this, but she looks right at home. It drives home just how unique my woman is; like a diamond made under pressure in the earth.

I reach across the table and take her hand, willing her to understand how much she means to me, even if she’s not ready for the words circling around in my brain.

I’ve been hit by lighting.

My eyes are opened, and my hurt is about to explode, yet I can’t say a word. It’s like having a secret too big to keep under wraps. My thoughts flash to Baby J. She’s a safe place. Once she comes back from her honeymoon, we’ll talk. I need help figuring out how to handle this. The last woman I gave myself completely panicked and bailed. That left a mark, and I refuse to watch Lee do the same. She’s a runner. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. I can’t find myself on the wrong side of her walls. It would break me to lose all those years we’ve spent being each other’s best friends.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks as she scoops up a bite of Death by Chocolate.

“How lucky I am to be here with you like this right now.” I bring her hand toward my mouth, brushing her knuckles lightly with my lips.

She smiles and tilts her head. “Laying it on thick.”

“Being one-hundred percent real. The way we always are with each other.”

“I’m not used to this side of you.”

“What side?”

“This grown up serious side. It’s dangerous.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because it makes me want things that scare me.”

“You’re not alone in that, babe. But we both know I’m good at getting what I want, and the way I see it, as long as we’re on the same page, that’s not a bad thing.” I shake my head and smile at her.

Her brow furrows. “And you think it’ll be that easy.”

“Not easy, but when you really want something, it doesn’t matter how far you have to go. It’s never too much.”

Her eyes widen, and I clear my throat. Time to shift topics. “So, what do you want to do next?”

“There’s more?”

“If you’re up for it. I know accountants keep early hours.”

She kicks my shin under the table, and I jerk laughing.

“Oh screw you, Jackson. I see I need to remind you where I come from.”

The fire in her eyes makes me grin.

“The let’s pay the bill and see what you got.”

“What are my options?” She asks, sounding more like a general preparing for war than a girlfriend on a date.

“Movies or dancing?”

“Oh, Teller. I’m going to mop the floor with you. You’ll be begging me to leave before the night is through.”

I toss a couple hundred on the table and stand ready for a night of grinding and debauchery with my woman.

[im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy]

Struggling Dove and Drowning Crow Chapters 1&2

CHAPTER ONE

Lexi had been in the hospital for months now and she was finally able to leave, but she didn’t want too. Leaving meant going back, back to that horrible, horrible place. She looked over at her roommate, a girl who had become her best friend in the last few weeks. Haley was making soft noises in her sleep as Lexi pondered what was going happen in the upcoming weeks. She slowly fell into a terror filled sleep.

Haley woke up about three hours before they were both supposed to leave to a very distraught thrashing Lexi. She ran over to the small blonde, gently waking her like she had every day since coming here. Lexi startled up, tears streaming down her face her face as she clung to Haley.

“Sh, it’s alright Lex,” She gently held the shaking girl in her arms, letting her cry herself out. Lexi pulled away as soon as she was able to control her breathing.

“I-I think I should tell you why I’m here…” She murmured weakly, Haley nodded softly.

“Only if you want Lex,” Haley said as she settled on Lexi’s bed next to her.

Lexi looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep shaking breath as she began to talk, “I still live my mother and… she’s been abusive my whole life, switching between starving and beating me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to that place tomorrow.”

“You don’t, then.”

“W-what?” Lexi stared at her. “Where would I go then?”

“Home, with me.” She smiled at her.

“That’s your home, I can’t intrude!” Lexi protested. She knew that eventually the girl would tire of her eventually and she’d end up back with her mother, alone again, like always.

“Lex, you can’t intrude if I’m offering. Plus, I could do with some help wrestling my boys,” She said with a large grin.

“You’ve got kids?” Lexi asked with a tilt of her head. Haley laughed softly with a shake of her head.

“No, I don’t. Uh, I have… Two boyfriends.” Lexi smiled at her softly. “But I swear they’re children.”

“Still I couldn’t. I’d just get in the way!” Lexi said, picking at her nails, anxiously.

“I promise you won’t!” Haley urged with a smile. “Plus, we’ve got a few families with kids who could use help and you’re amazing with kids. So you could help with that!” Lexi looked at Haley, who was smiling, biting her lip. She pulled at her sleeves and nodded softly.

“If you think I won’t be a bother…”

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Opie stepped off his bike, the warm sun beating down on his face. He knew that Haley would be getting out today and it was either him or Gemma that was going to wait for her and Chibs was adamant that she was not to going near Haley for a while. He looked up at the clear blue sky, adjusting his beanie. He watched as Haley and another girl walked out of the building. Her almost white hair had sun bouncing off it. He gasped silently as she neared close enough for him to catch her eye color. Her eyes were a deep mossy green that almost seemed to glow.

“Ope! Hey there,” Haley chirped, smiling at the large man.

“Hey Haley,” He said, his voice was deep and his eyes lingered on the girl next to her. She pulled at her sleeves, the large jacket swallowing her tiny frame. On closer examination, she had faded bruises on her neck and one on her cheek. His stomach lurched.

“Who is she,” He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral and even.

“Ope, this is Lexi, she's gonna be staying with me. So you better not mess with her,” Haley said, giving him a sharp teasing look. “Don't worry about Opie, Lex. He's a teddy bear.” Lexi gave them both a very anxious smile as she gazed around the parking lot.

The girl grabbed Haley’s hand for a reason unknown to Opie. He looked around the area for any sign of danger, finding none. Haley whispered something to Lexi who nodded back slowly eyes glued to a white car out in the parking lot.

Ope watched as her nervous fidgeting turned into full blown shaking and hyperventilating. Hayley gently squeezed her hand, that was until someone stepped out of the car and began yelling and screaming.  

He turned around sharply to go confront the woman causing Lexi such issues. Haley pushed passed him, with a sharp, “Stay.” He looked at her too stunned at her behavior to stop her from going over to the person.

The woman screamed and pushed Haley, hoping to get passed her. He almost pitied her for a second before his eyes landed on Lexi who had somehow ended up on the ground and was now shaking violently. He didn't know how to comfort her. His gaze shifted from Haley who was currently holding the woman by her collar and speaking lowly. The screaming had stopped but Lexi didn't seem to be calling.  

He sighed heavily at the familiar sound of his brothers’ bikes. He watched as Chibs and Tig pulled up behind his own bike, walking swiftly over to a very pissed off Haley. Tig pulled her back, much to her protest.

He decided that he needed to at least try to calm the distraught woman. He kneeled beside her, not touching her. “It's okay, Haley stopped the yelling and she should be coming back over in a second. We're not gonna let you get hurt.”

His words didn't seem to be doing much, but he hoped it would make it easier for Haley to calm her. As he looked over at Haley who was now running back to them. She quickly wrapped Lexi in her arms, murmuring things he couldn't her. He stepped away to his brothers.

“Need a little help, did ye?” Chibs teased. Opie made a noise, eyes glued to Lexi. There was something about her that drew him in. He hadn't even expected to look at another woman… Not after Donna, yet here he was. His heart sank at the thought of his wife and he looked over at Tig. He had forgiven his brother years ago.

Lexi stood, clinging to Haley as if the girl would drift off if she let go. He felt like she might actually be thinking that. ‘What is your story, Lexi,’ He thought.

CHAPTER TWO

Lexi spent the day’s first meal with Haley’s family. Tig was a bit much for her, loud and rambunctious, but seemed nice despite that fact. Chibs, as the man introduced himself, was soft spoken and kind to her. She wondered if Haley had told him about her aversion to yelling and loud noises or if the older man had just figured it out by watching her reactions to Tig. The day had gone on quickly as they breakfast and Haley chatted away with both men until they had to leave. She was left relieved after they had gone.

“They’re a bit much sometimes, I bet. I’ll talk to Tig about being quieter,” She said softly.

“This is their home, they should be themselves,” Lexi said softly, eyes on her hands.

“Lex, I want you to be comfortable here. Now, do you wanna go see baby Abel?” Lexi nodded softly, eyes lighting up. She loved kids, not to say that she particularly wanted any. She was too worried she’d mess them up to even think about having any.

“That’d be nice.”

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Jax watched as Haley and a small blonde pulled up into his driveway. He’d never seen the blonde before in his life.

“Hey Jax,” Haley said as they walked up, the blonde basically cowering behind her.

“Hey Darlin’,” He said smoothly. “Who's this?”

“This is Lexi, a friend of mine, who I was hoping could help you with Abel,” She said, smiling widely at him. He smiled back and motioned them inside with a large smile. He led them back to the small child’s nursery, where he was sleeping silently. He stepped up to the side of the crib, gently petting Abel’s hair and fixing the small beanie on his head.

“He’s so cute,” Lexi murmured softly; he almost missed the words. He smiled and nodded.

“He is,” Haley said softly picking up the small boy, who stayed asleep as she did. She handed him over to Lexi, who held him perfectly. Jax smiled at them, softly. His phone started ringing and Lexi watched as he left the room.

She held Abel closely to her chest, watching him with observant eyes. He opened his eyes, staring up at her, a giggle fell out of his mouth as she gently poked his nose. “Hey little guy,” She said lightly. Jax walked back in, looking a bit disgruntled.

“I have to head to the club house. Ope is gonna drop his kids off if you guys don’t mind,” He said. Haley nodded at him and hugged him.

“Be safe, take care of yourselves,” She said softly. Jax left quickly, leaving both of them with his son in a confused state. “I hope everything is okay.”

“Mhm,” Lexi nodded, cradling the small bundle in her arms protectively. She gently cupped his head.

It was a while before Opie arrived with his children, a light brown haired girl and a dark brown haired boy. Lexi was holding Abel as the boy chatted away with Haley, barely having looked her way yet. The little boy was the first to notice her.

“Who’s that,” He asked softly with a tilt of his head. He looked from Lexi’s mossy eyes to Haley. “Her eyes are pretty.”

“That’s Lexi, Little Man,” Haley smiled at him widely.

“Hi Lexi,” He chirped, walking over to her and sticking out his hand out at her. “I’m supposed to shake your hand.”

“Hi, what’s your name?” She took his hand gently, shaking it while holding Abel with her other arm. He gave her a wide toothy grin.

“I’m Kenny. It’s nice to meet you, Lexi.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Kenny,” She said softly; her gaze shifting to his sister who looked a bit despondent. She gave her a small smile as she looked up at her.

The small group spent awhile talking before Haley announced she was need at the clubhouse as well. Lexi said goodbye as she set the older children up with a movie and went to feed Abel in the kitchen. A large slam of the front door sent the glass in her hand crashing to the floor as her eyes landed on who stood in the door. A large man with grey hair and a black hoodie stared harshly at her.

“Out here,” He said gruffly, pointing a gun at her and motioning her out of the kitchen. She grabbed Abel cradling him in her arms. “Sit the fuck down,” He barked making her jump as she sat beside the two children, sheltering them.

“W-what do you want,” She managed to say, staring up at him. He glared back at her, glancing down at the bundle in her arms.

“Payback.” He tried to snatch Abel away from her, only to have her lash out harshly. She raked her fingernails across his face, leaving marks across his face. She was not going to let this man hurt any of these children.

“Bitch,” He yelled sharply. He smacked her roughly, a bruise readily appearing on her cheek. His ring cut into her face, blood trickling slowly down her face. She hissed in pain, eyes watering slightly.

“You need to leave,” She said; her words as sharp as she could manage. He grinned at her and shook his head.

“Sorry to disappoint, Girlie, that’s not gonna happen until Jax gets here.”

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It had been hours and Lexi had no idea how she was holding it together. All she knew is she had too, at least until Jax got here. She hoped that he would be able to do more than she had been able too. Her cheek ached and she knew it was swollen and more than likely black and blue. Her heart jumped as she heard the sound of motorcycles; she squeezed the two older children’s hands as she stared at the grey haired man who hadn’t spoken other than to tell the crying children to shut up.

The door opened and the grey man swiftly pointed his gun at Jax and Opie, “Sit the fuck down.” The boys were just as quick, pulling their own guns out.

“Put it down,” Jax yelled at the man. “Just put it down, nobody needs to get hurt!” The man’s gun wavered and Jax decided now was time to act as he and Opie pinned the guy to the wall.

“What are you doing here,” Opie’s deep voice growled out as Lexi sheltered the kids in her arms. Her bit of composer was slowly breaking down as she watched. Jax made eye contact with her, looking back at Opie.

“Ope, you need to get the kids and Lexi out of here,” Jax said urgently. He held the man in place as Opie reluctantly moved towards Lexi, his eyes catching hers. She looked away quickly right as tears started pouring down her face. He knelt in front of her, reaching to touch her cheek. She jerked away and hurt flashed across his face. He stood up as Jax moved the large man to the kitchen so they could leave.

“I’ll send Hap and Juice when we get to the Clubhouse,” Opie said and Jax nodded back to him.

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Lexi stood in an empty dorm that Haley had told her to go too. She wasn’t sure what she had been thinking when she had stared down the barrel of that gun, other then she had to protect the kids. A soft knock came at the door.

“Can I come in,” Opie asked softly, only receiving a soft nod from Lexi as he stuck his head in. He noticed she was still shaking. “I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I wasn’t meaning too.” She shook her head taking in his awkwardness and trying to put him at ease, after all he wasn’t what had scared her. “I’m sorry you got hurt because of us,” He murmured softly as his eyes once again landed on her cheek. She again shook her head softly.

“No…” She managed softly, eyes glued to the ground as she pulled at her sleeves. “Not your fault…” She gently touched her cheek, pushing it slightly and hissing lightly at the pain. “‘S not that bad, I’ve had worse.”

“That doesn’t really make me feel better,” He murmured his eyes landing on the almost completely faded bruise on her neck. “Thank you for protecting the kids,” He said, shifting awkwardly. She nodded and gave him the best smile she could manage in her exhausted anxious state. “I’m here if ever you need anything, Lexi.”

“Thank you…” She said softly after he had left the room.

[corruptionofteller]

34. Unthinkable Nightmare

The heavy steps of the MC echoed through the halls of St. Thomas as Jax rushed his blood covers sneakers forward, followed closely behind by his distraught mother and the entire club. He was focused on one thing and one thing only; to get to Scarlet as quickly as possible. He needed to see her, needed to be told she was in fact still alive. His heart ached with the thought that they could possibly tell him what he was dreading from the time the metal fragments entered her flesh. His mind raced over a thousand scenarios as they rushed through the streets of Charming on their way to that hospital. If his ol’ lady didn’t pull through this, he was afraid they would be putting him in the cold, dark earth with her.

The images of her blood covered body, shot and wounded lying on the cold pavement in the middle of Teller-Morrow wouldn’t leave his head. What was supposed to have been a calm, mostly peaceful day had turned into complete and utter mayhem. His heart pounded against his chest, his heartbeat thumped in his ears as the scene replayed over and over like a bad action movie. Rushing through the halls of the local hospital to reach the ER, Jax clutched his head with his blood stained hands as he saw the janitor mopping up the trail of fresh blood on the linoleum. A cold chill ran through his entire core at the sight, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling that he was in fact too late.

“Scarlet Delaney..where is she?!” Jax demanded as he moved swiftly to the nurses station. The concern on his face was evident as the petite brunette’s eyes widened from behind the desk filled with paperwork and file folders of other medical emergencies throughout the day. He knew the girl, Jax had gone to highschool with her but there wasn’t a chance in that moment he could recall her goddamn name.

“They just took her to surgery Mr. Teller.” The young nurse called Jax by his formal title even though he hated the sound of it. He wasn’t proper in any way and he sure as hell wasn’t his father even though he knew JT would have hated that shit too. But in the situation they could have called him the fuckin Pope, he really didn’t give two shits as long as it gave him the information he needed on his ol’ lady and unborn son.

“Jesus Christ...she’s still...still..” Jax stuttered over his words, not able to get them out even though the news of her being in surgery confirmed what he wanted to know.  Scarlet was still alive. Maybe barely but she was indeed hanging on. He should have known, she wasn’t the kind he pictured as a quitter. She was a fighter, she had fought her whole goddamn life from what they had discussed about her past. She wasn’t going to leave him. In that moment he truly felt someone upstairs, whether it was his old man, Otto or Christ himself, had heard his silent and not so silent prayers to not let Scarlet leave him to live in a world without her.

“She’s alive Jax..” The brunette with the name tag Sara, smiled over at him reassuringly even though she really had no assessment of the entire situation. Moving out from behind the overly large workspace Sara led them across the hall to one of their private family rooms. Gemma’s aged hand clutched her son’s forearm in thankfulness of the news they were just given but Jax knew there was no reason for any goddamn celebrating yet. “Here..you’ll be more comfortable while you wait.”

Jax forced a half hearted smile in appreciation as they filed into the small room. It was quaint; light beige walls, flowers resting in a vase on the one corner table, magazines and booklets laid out precisely on a small round table in the middle of the room surrounded by high back arm chairs with a light pink striped pattern. Definitely not a biker’s taste for decorating but wasn’t like they were at the damn clubhouse even if St. Thomas was becoming close to a second home.

His large fatigued body fell back into the sofa that ran the span of one wall, leaning forward his face found his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. He hadn’t looked but he knew his mother had taken a seat beside him, rubbing his leg to try to comfort him in any way she could. They were the only ones that sat. The rest of the MC paced and roamed the halls just outside the room, coming in and out to check on their president as they waited for news on Scarlet and the baby she was carrying.

“Jackie, brotha..here..” Chibs stepped into the room, holding out a steaming hot cup of coffee for his friend and his president. Without looking up Jax shook his head, not wanting anything from anyone unless it was someone telling him he did not again lose someone he loved. Gemma accepted the coffee on her son’s behalf, giving a look to the Scot that relayed a message. One that told him if Scarlet did not make it, Jax may very well not recover.

Seconds turned to minutes which then turned to hours as they waited, the pain grabbing at Jax’s chest tighter with each sound the second hand made on the clock ticking in the private room. With his body now leaned back in the couch, his hand partially covering his face with his eyes closed he heard an unfamiliar voice that made his eyes fly open.

“Mr. Teller, I’m Dr. Aaron. I assisted with your wife’s first surgery.” Jax was quick to sit up, his hand scrubbing down over his coarse whiskers before reaching out to shake the offered hand of the physician. Scarlet was not yet in fact his wife but to anyone looking in from the outside would not know any difference.  

“First?” The biker questioned. He supposed Scarlet could be in for a long haul, he just didn’t comprehend just how extensive her recovery could be if that was in fact what the man sitting across from him was saying, that she would in fact recover.

“The one bullet penetrated her abdomen which, of course, you realize with her condition was not an…” The doctor paused and cleared his throat before continuing. “..ideal place to be wounded. We have gone ahead and performed an emergency c-section in an attempt to save your son, Mr. Teller, however..” Once more a pause in his words and in that moment Jackson Teller began to panic, shaking his head furiously, refusing to hear the words he was so afraid to hear.

“Don’t you say it! Goddamn it don’t you tell me my son is dead. Don’t!!” Jax pounded the edge of the oak table, causing the medical doctor across from him to jump. Chibs, Tig and Gemma rushed to Jax’s side, knowing his temper and the emotions that were now flared they didn’t want a scene to unfold they couldn’t handle.

The doctor stood, raising a hand to the nurse that also had come rushing to Dr. Aaron’s side with the sound of the disruption.

“He is alive, Mr. Teller. But, I’m so sorry to say we will not be able to save him.” Any will to stand left Jax as he fell to his knees in the middle of the room, his brothers struggling to keep him from falling in his time of despair. Never had they seen their president like this, such heartbreak and turmoil surrounding him. “He is on life support but, I’m so very sorry, he will not survive his wounds. The blow was too extensive for his underdeveloped body. He is only twenty six weeks which is a struggle in itself. We can let you see him before we shut off..”

“NO!” Jax’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowed and angered on the doctor that was trying to do his job even in the most difficult of circumstances. “You shut that machine off I will cut your fuckin’ heart out.”

“Jackson!” Gemma’s voice attempted to keep her son from exploding like she knew he was very well capable of. The information was overwhelming and despite the own tears that was rolling down over the middle aged woman’s cheeks she needed to be strong for her son. He had already lost so much, more than one man should ever have to endure. And here, once again he was being faced with another. Gemma knew what the loss of a child does to one’s soul. It does not recover. It does not heal. It does not forget and in Jackson’s case it would not forgive. Her heart was shattering for her son, but even more so for Scarlet that had yet to hear the horrifying news. The loss of a child damages a soul beyond compare. A hurt Gemma did not wish on her most hated enemy but as she knelt there, clutching her son around his shoulders, she knew this would be a pivotal moment in the rest of his life.

“I mean it! He does not come off that machine...not till..till..” The words wouldn’t come. If he said them it meant they were real. He still didn’t even know if Scarlet was going to pull through. He didn’t have any idea how to handle the information he had been given. How does he tell the woman he loves that the child they created together, even by accident, was no longer going to be with them? How does he prepare himself for that conversation when he knew very well he would never be able to fully accept it himself?

“Nothing will be done without your consent Mr. Teller. Again, we will keep you posted on your wife’s progress. I’m so very sorry to bring such bad news..” Jax didn’t even look up as the doctor took his leave. He was frozen in place, his muscular body like a ragdoll slouched against the furniture in the room where they waited. His eyes flowed steady tears, dripping from his chin as he wept uncontrollably. Jax was an outlaw, a badass son of a bitch but his family, blood and non blood, were the core of his being. When that gets shattered all hell breaks loose just as it was now. The emotions overwhelmed him and even if he wanted to hold them back it would be impossible.

“Baby, come on..” Gemma made a failed attempt to urge her son to his feet, requiring the help of Chibs to bring him to a full upright position. His body weak and unable to be forced to move on its own. He just needed a minute; a minute to compose himself and come to grips with what was happening all around him. It seemed as though he was dreaming, a god awful nightmare. But it wasn’t, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? With the assistance of his brothers the biker president was once again sat in the seat he previously occupied. Face in his hands, no one saying a word, so quiet it was as if everyone had even given up the will to breathe.

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“Jax..” Gemma gripped her son’s black and white flannel on his forearm and gave him a nudge as the doctor once again arrived in the room where they sat helplessly waiting for news on his ol’ lady. Prying his tear soaked hands from his scruffy face, Jax’s red, swollen eyes met those of the doctor that had previously given him the painful news about his son.  

“Mr. Teller. Would you like to see your son? The nurses have him comfortable if you would like me to take you to him.” Dr. Aaron calmly offered.

A rough, calloused hand connected with Jax’s face as he scrubbed it slowly down over his beard, the coarse whiskered damp with tears. Without a word his eyes darted to that of his mother that sat to the right of him, still clutching his arm securely. Gemma nodded, reassuring her only son that he needed to do this. He needed to see his son before they regretfully laid him to rest.

With assistance from Chibs, Jax stood on trembling legs and forced his steps forward. He was never a man too proud to ask for help but to be this out of touch with himself was new for him. Forcing the lump down that had lodged in his throat, he followed the much smaller man in the white lab coat. Jax’s breathing became uneven as he approached the intensive care unit, the realization of the entire situation starting to set in. Suddenly he felt his air supply went short as Dr. Aaron led him and his mother into the small, private room. His chin trembled as he stepped up to the small infant laid bundled in sky blue blankets. He was so small; Jax couldn’t even comprehend how little he actually would be until he saw the small, fragile baby that laid before him. The sounds of machines beeped, lines in and out of the tiny baby boy, the one he had helped create but would not see grow. The tears welled up once more under his lids as he stared down at his son. The comforting hand of his mother’s on his back as she sobbed her own saddened tears. He was not only losing a son but her, a grandson. Their lives were about to change so drastically that none of them were hardly aware or prepared for.

“Hey buddy..” Jax finally reached out and rubbed the back of his son’s tiny hand with the pad of his forefinger, fighting back the overwhelming emotions that wanted to break free. He needed to control the anger and rage, sadness and grief that was boiling inside of him. He needed to do it for the little boy that laid lifeless in the cotton blankets. Jax was aware the nurses were still in the room but had backed away to give him and his mother much needed time with his precious boy. A piece of the legacy that would never experience the slam of the gavel, the roar of thunderheaders as the wind passed him and the love of the brotherhood they all worked hard to create. But most of all it was the loss of a son, a piece of himself that would never be replaced.

“Mom..I can’t…” Reaching out he took his mother’s hand. The woman had always been there, through the good and bad, the heartache and the triumphs. She was with him through it all. But this, this was tearing Jax Teller deep to his very soul.

“Baby it’s okay...it’s okay.” Gemma reassured her son, knowing she needed to be the strong one for him in this moment. Staring down at her grandson she wiped away her own tears before leaning in to place a very gentle kiss to the top of his little head. Moving to the side she allowed Jax to do the same.

Both eyes pouring with tears looked down at the small infant, his heart shattering into pieces as his took in this moment. Would he ever meet his son again? Maybe a day when he finally left this earth but he feared he would be going the other direction than the precious baby laid before him. He was an outlaw and a criminal. A killer. One that would never be laid to rest in the same place as his son or the loving wife that left him a year ago. Leaning over the edge, Jax closed his eyes and gently brushed his lips over his son’s head, inhaling and memorizing his scent and spoke in a whisper.

“I love you…” A single tear fell from the outlaw’s cheek and landed on the blanket covering the small boy. Taking in a slow, deep breath Jax held it as Gemma clutched him as he stumbled back. Jackson had yet to tell Scarlet the heartbreaking news about their son yet he couldn’t fathom in his mind how he was going to tell the woman he loved that the child that was made up of each of them would not be going home with them. That was of course if Scarlet recovered from her own injuries. That was something the biker refused to consider even a slight possibility. His heart was shattered enough as his eyes stayed locked on the lifeless baby before him. His watery blue eyes lifted to his mother’s as her hand tightened on his arm. A single tear rolled down over his cheek, getting caught up in his whiskers on his chin. There were no words; nothing that could be said or done to save him. He wasn’t ready to let him leave this world, not yet even in reality Jax knew there was no other choice. 

“Shut it off..”

In an instant the room began to spin and the space around him began to become encompassed with his own darkness. His eyes strained to take in one more look at his baby boy as he lifted his hand from the powder blue blanket that he was nestled in. He gasped, fighting to take a breath. This was not the way his life was supposed to turn out yet he knew he deserved it; for all the pain and death he himself had induced. Jackson eyed the white card labeled on the side of his bed straining to see the only word visible to his eye. The name of his son, the legacy, the future of Redwood…..

Cain Jackson Teller.

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Louis C.K.’s Powerful Army of Celebrity Enablers

For years, Louis C.K.’s fellow male comedians refused to comment on the sexual misconduct allegations against their friend (and sometime mentor).

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In the fall of 2015, I sat down with Aziz Ansari to discuss his excellent new Netflix series Master of None. We met at The Greenwich Hotel (his suggestion) and, over the course of an hour—and several cups of coffee—engaged in a lively, unbridled discussion touching on race, comedy, and everything in between.

There was only one question that he refused to answer.

Midway through the interview, the topic of sexual harassment came up. The seventh episode of his show, titled “Ladies and Gentlemen,” sees Dev (Ansari’s character) and his pal Denise (Lena Waithe) making a citizen’s arrest after catching a middle-aged man masturbating on the subway. Dev then proceeds to take a victory lap, bragging about the incident to his other female friends, who subsequently brand him a “masturbation vigilante” before sharing their own sexual harassment horror stories.

“The seed of that episode came from a bit during my Madison Square Garden special where I’d talk about women getting followed home by creepy dudes, and I’d ask during the bit, ‘Raise your hands if you’re a woman and you’ve been followed home,’ and everyone would raise their hand. And then all the other women would look around and go, ‘What the fuck?!’ Then, I’d ask all the guys if they expected all the women to raise their hands, and none of them really did. They couldn’t believe it,” he told me.

He continued: “I thought it was interesting that this is happening, yet so many people are unaware of it. And the problem is people aren’t talking about it. What I’ve learned, as a guy, is to just ask women questions and listen to what they have to say. Go to your group of female friends and ask them about times they’ve experienced sexism at their job, and you’ll get blown away by the things they tell you. You’ll think, ‘What the fuck? This is way darker than anything I’d imagined.’”

I then proceeded to ask him about the sexual misconduct allegations against Louis C.K., a sometime mentor of Ansari’s. The two share a manager, Dave Becky, and booking agent, Mike Berkowitz—two of the more powerful figures in the comedy world, who also represent Kevin Hart and a slew of other top-shelf comics.

“I’m not talking about that,” Ansari brusquely replied.

“I was told to delete a tweet I wrote about Louis CK abusing women before I applied to a high-profile comedy job because the people conducting the hiring process might not like it.”

— Nicole Silverberg, comedian

Over the years, I’ve asked a number of famous male comedians about the allegations against Louis C.K., which have been widely known since a 2012 Gawker story titled, “Which Beloved Comedian Likes to Force Female Comics to Watch Him Jerk Off?” They’ve all either declined to comment or, in the case of Jim Gaffigan, went off the record to share their thoughts on the matter. Only a handful of brave female comics were willing to shine a spotlight on C.K.’s alleged abuse, including Roseanne Barr and Tig Notaro in interviews with The Daily Beast.

The tentacles of Louis C.K., who stands accused of sexual misconduct by at least five women, spread throughout the comedy world. He worked as a staff writer for Late Night with Conan O’Brien, Late Show with David Letterman, and The Chris Rock Show. As head writer on The Dana Carvey Show, he was boss to comedians Stephen Colbert and Steve Carell. He mentored the likes of Ansari and Amy Schumer, and counts Jerry Seinfeld and Ricky Gervais as personal friends. Many of these A-listers in the C.K. orbit surely knew about the widespread sexual misconduct allegations against the comedian, but chose to turn a blind eye to it. Instead, they welcomed C.K. on their programs, like The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, casually reminiscing about comedy days of old.

After The New York Times’ investigation broke on Thursday, Parks and Recreation creator Mike Schur issued an apology for having C.K. on his NBC show even though he’d caught wind of the allegations against him (the show’s star, Amy Poehler, shares a manager with C.K.):

These days, C.K. is one of the most famous comedians alive. He regularly sells out Madison Square Garden, has a lucrative deal with Netflix, and produces and stars in a number of TV shows, including the FX programs Louie, Baskets, and Better Things. Next week, he was scheduled as one of the headliners of the Jon Stewart-hosted Night of Too Many Stars: America Unites for Autism Programs. The program will still air November 18th on HBO, but without the participation of C.K., whose content was also removed from all HBO platforms. FX, for its part, issued a statement that read:

“We are obviously very troubled by the allegations about Louis C.K. published in The New York Times today. The network has received no allegations of misconduct by Louis C.K. related to any of our 5 shows produced together over the past 8 years. FX Networks and FXP take all necessary actions to protect our employees and thoroughly investigate any allegations of misconduct within our workplace. That said, the matter is currently under review.”

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It was not easy to stand up to someone as well-connected as C.K. On Thursday afternoon, the comedian Nicole Silverberg shared a disturbing story on Twitter that spoke to C.K.’s power and influence. “I was told to delete a tweet I wrote about Louis CK abusing women before I applied to a high-profile comedy job because the people conducting the hiring process might not like it. These women who have spoken up are brave, and we owe them so much,” she wrote. Meanwhile, in The New York Times piece, the comedy duo of Dana Min Goodman and Julia Wolov, who charge that C.K. abruptly began masturbating in front of them, said that “when they told others about the incident in the Colorado hotel room, they heard that Louis C.K.’s manager was upset that they were talking about it openly. The women feared career repercussions.”

On top of all this is the cavalier way C.K. approached the sexual misconduct allegations against him—brushing off questions in interviews with non-denial denials, and even going so far as incorporating them into his art.

Rape and masturbation jokes have long been a staple of C.K.’s stand-up oeuvre, but in recent years, in the wake of the aforementioned Gawker exposé, the comedian appeared to be taunting his victims—and the public. First came the controversial Louie episode “Pamela: Part 1,” wherein his character, an avatar of himself, attacks Pamela Adlon’s in an apartment, attempting to overpower her before she finally fights free. C.K. later argued that the scene represented a “consensual” encounter, calling it “a fun train wreck of a ride.” Then there’s his upcoming film I Love You, Daddy, a bizarre ode to Woody Allen focusing on a sixty-something director engaged in a romantic affair with a 17-year-old girl, where “a character pretends to masturbate at length in front of other people, and other characters appear to dismiss rumors of sexual predation,” reported the Times.

In the wake of sexual assault allegations against film mogul Harvey Weinstein, filmmakers James Toback and Brett Ratner, and the actor Kevin Spacey, there’s been plenty of talk about the nature of allyship and how passivity on the part of powerful men contributes to a culture of silence surrounding sexual abuse. Why did Brad Pitt, one of the biggest movie stars in the world, work with Harvey Weinstein not once, but twice after the executive had allegedly attacked both his ex-fiancée Gwyneth Paltrow and then-wife Angelina Jolie? Why did Quentin Tarantino, whose films are responsible for much of Weinstein’s success, continue to work with him after learning that he attacked his ex-girlfriend, Mira Sorvino?

The onus can’t only be on women to stand up to male predators. Men—particularly men of power and influence—must be willing to speak up for what is right, and refuse to align themselves with the creeps of the world.  

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