#come on now Abel your son did it just fine

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Veil

Abel held the veil at arm's length as if it would attack him. "You want. To do. What."

"Well if they only let women in, we have to obtain information somehow," Rusl shrugged. "You're smaller in build than me, and your hair's all grown out."

If looks could kill, Abel would have cut Rusl into pieces.

[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 3/?

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They used to have a plan.

Get as close as possible to the East Coast. From there, one of Vlad’s people was going to help them smuggle out of the country.

(The Anti-ecto laws only existed in the United States and Canada.)

Tucker would then help them set up new identities somewhere in Europe and send over all the Fenton’s notes on the portal in an encrypted message. Sam, Tucker, and Vlad would help find ways to get the Anti-ecto laws repealed, and the Fenton’s would have a new portal and identities so Danny could better rule the Infinite Realms.

(Danny still couldn’t make portals, and he didn’t want to risk one of his subjects being captured.)

How did it all go downhill so quickly, Maddie thought to herself.

She drove the GAV with Jack at her side, uncharacteristically silent and still.  In front of them was the Batmobile. They were flanked by two motorcycles, one ridden by Nightwing, the other by Red Hood. Behind them, there was a purple minivan.

The steering wheel of the GAV creaked at Maddie’s hold. She was stressed, scared, and worse, and her children were in danger.

“It’ll be fine, Maddie; we’ll figure it out. I’d rather die than let anything happen to my family.”

“No! No one’s gonna die!”

Maddie took a quick look at her son. Her baby boy.

(The one she had accidentally killed with her obsession.)

Jazz put her arms around her brother’s shoulder.

“That’s right; we fight together. As a family, Daniel. No more going off on your own.”

Danny crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath.

“This is all my fault,” her baby boy whispered.

Maddie would’ve braked right there and then if it weren’t for the vehicles in front and behind them.

“Daniel James Fenton, none of this, and I mean none of it, is your fault!”

If anything, it was hers; what kind of mother didn’t notice her son had died?

(What kind of mother didn’t notice she was hunting her baby?)

“Then who’s fault is it,” Danny asked in a tiny voice.

Maddie tightened her hold on the steering wheel.

____

Jack watched as the ghost boy went down.

Usually, he and Maddie would be shooting at the menace, but at the moment, the town was being besieged by a powerful ghost that didn’t seem fazed by any of the Fenton Work’s weaponry. So, they were once again reliant on the ghost boy.

Right now, their only hope to have the town saved had just been shot straight through the chest by a powerful ectoblast.

(The Justice League had ignored them again.)

Maddie and Jack got to the scene in time to see the ghost boy give a powerful scream that had the other ghost weakened enough for the boy to put it in one of the Fenton thermos. The boy panted and could barely stand from his exhaustion.

Jack went up about to help the boy (ghost or not, this one wasn’t too bad, and he had the habit of helping the town. Even if it was an obsession.) when a bright, white, blinding light engulfed the ghost.

Once black spots stopped dancing in front of his vision, Jack gasped at the sight before him.

Danny, his son, was bloodied and bruised, barely holding his chest together.

“Mom, dad, it’s me; please don’t tear me apart….”

Danny fainted. Jack barely caught his son in his arms.

____

Jack entered the ‘safe house’ first. He would be damned before he let his family enter some unknown area before him.

(Jack could still see his son’s heart beating as they tried to stitch him together.)

He refused to let any more harm come to Danny and his loved ones.  

The safe house turned out to be a two-story house right before entering Bristol. The place was barren except for some furniture. No personal artifacts, no pictures, and dust particles danced in the air.  

Jazz sneezed as she entered the living room.

The vigilantes of Gotham City followed them.

“You can sit,” Batman (Bruce Wayne) said.

Nobody in the Fenton family moved a muscle.

The Fenton’s stayed at the opening of the living room, closer to the exit. The Bat clan went deeper in, putting some distance between them. Seven dangerous and armed vigilantes stood before his small family.

Jack didn’t think he’d be able to beat one of them, let alone all seven.

“Now what,” Danny asked, “Are you here to kill us, arrest us?”

Robin, (his son’s younger brother; he had a younger brother) whimpered, “No, Danyal, we won’t kill you or hurt you in any way.”

“It’s Danny,” he snapped, “What else are we supposed to think when Gotham’s furry militia decides to ambush us?”

Danny glared at the vigilantes, his eyes shining ectoplasm green.

“Dann-o, you need to calm down,” Jack got in front of his son. He didn’t want Batman to get more proof than he already had that his son was part ghost.

(Why did they ever write those papers? They were what the GIW used to make those Anti-ecto Laws!)

“I don’t know why you believe I would arrest you, let alone kill you,” Batman said slowly, “But I won’t. I promise. Even if you weren’t—even if you weren’t my son, I wouldn’t hurt you or your family.”

“I don’t understand why you believe we want to arrest you. It makes no sense; you’re not fugitives, and, as far as I can tell, you haven’t committed any crimes.”

Danny snorted, “Yeah, right, no crimes. Except for existing.”

Red Hood stepped forward; Jack stepped back, forcing his family further away from the helmet-wearing man, “What do you mean? Metas are protected under the law.”

Danny looked straight at Red Hood, “I’m not a meta; I’m dead.”

His eyes were glowing even brighter, lighting up the room.

Every other person in the room stilled as a chill entered the room.

____

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner,” Danny sobbed into his mother’s arms, “I was—well….”

“You were scared,” Jack whispered.

And why wouldn’t he be?

‘Molecule by molecule,’ they would say at breakfast, ‘all ghosts are evil,’ they would proclaim loudly through the lab.

Jack had killed his son, and then, after his death, he had hunted him like an animal.

Danny let go of the hug and wiped his tears, “It’s my fault. If I hadn’t fought Pariah alone, I would never have been king. But I didn’t know! I promise, I didn’t know beating him would give me the throne.”

“All these powerful ghosts are now coming through, challenging me for the crown. A crown I didn’t even want! And I’m putting the whole town in danger!”

Jack didn’t know what to say.

“It’s my fault,” his son whispered before falling to his knees.

“No, Danny, it’s not,” Jack reassured his son while rocking Danny and his wife in his big arms.

(If only those arms had been strong enough to protect his family.)

@spectralstardustandphantomnights @avelnfear @idfk-man10 @blackroserelina @candeartist422 @luer-mirin @mur-ururu @insufferablecrab @skulld3mort-1fan @meira-3919 @aethernorwood @mimilikey @marshmelloe @latheevening226 @ahyesanerd @lexdamo

Sorry for the backstory, but I needed to get out of the way about how the Fentons found out. I'm not too proud of it, but it's the best I could figure out how to write the drama without making it too exposition-y

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

For the LIS 2 ask game: 2, 6, 8, 26, 27

2. favorite non-brother character

Karen--not in the "i want to hang out with her" favorite but the "I want to study her for days on end because she is so very Fascinating" favorite. ditches her sons for a decade and explains herself with the most bizarre teenage-leftist word salad i've ever seen. brings condoms on a trip to rescue said sons from a cult. is mia for esteban's death, multiple explosions, and Sean's eye, but shows up based on a letter from some weirdo she's never met. reenacts her and Esteban's fight-and-smoke-together ritual with Sean like he's a ken doll of his dead dad. sets a church on fire for her sons and protects them after they commit a murder. turns herself in to the cops because she loves her kids and doesn't want to spend too much time with them. refers to having children as "breeding" in that one letter to her parents. i need to put her under a microscope so bad.

6. favorite scene

torn between dancing on the bed at the beginning (FUCKING feelings) and the blood brothers border massacre (FUCKING chills). the dance scene is so sweet and also an amazing parallel to the canon romance pairing from lis1, which I love, and blood brothers is just--epic. watching Daniel reach his full potential like that, how far he'll go to protect his brother, is the most beautiful and spectacular thing in the world.

8. favorite choice

definitely the Lisbeth one. it's such an amazing culmination to an already brilliant and terrifying ep. i'm a slut for weird parallels and fucked-up christian imagery and it's just so...so fucking good, my god (literally).

the way Daniel just raises her into the air like he did the cross in the earlier scene? the way that was just a performance, but things are different now and Daniel isn't a little wolf cub doing tricks, he remembers he has teeth? Sean's cutting Daniel's metaphorical puppet strings and Daniel hoisting Lisbeth up on telekinetic ones? the callback to the fucking puma from ep 2? the fact "you raise me up" is literally a christian song i remember singing as a kid and this is the harsh reality of being actually raised high by your god? the way the heavenly space around them has been transformed into hell, all pretensions at eden stripped away? the jarring difference between the last ep where Sean is permanently marked by Daniel losing control and now he knows exactly what he's doing and the difference is so fucking real?

the way it's the most ruthless choice in the game, maybe even in the franchise, this vengeance for nothing more than vengeance's sake, and it turns out that's a perfectly good reason? Sean facing Lisbeth at Daniel's side where she had been only a few minutes ago? Daniel saying she tried to use me like he's heartbroken and she hurt you with the fury of a thousand suns? the wiki describing Lisbeth as being hung from a "telekinetic noose" and it calls back to Sean being "Judge Diaz" to Daniel's executioner, to Judas Iscariot hanging himself, to Daniel's dream suicide at the beginning of the ep, to hell, even Kate Marsh's suicide in lis1?

the cain vs abel vibes of this whole ep, brother and brother unsure who is the righteous and who is the damned, sean's forehead literally being blooded like a mark of cain, only to turn together on the force that tried to split them up like that? the way Lisbeth has spent the whole episode forcing godhood upon Daniel until she suddenly realizes that gods have the capacity for judgement? Lisbeth trying to adopt Daniel and Karen coming back for him, but Sean is the one who gets to influence what Daniel ultimately does, the secondary access to godlike power that he's earned through all his hard work and self-sacrifice, his love and care and determination to fix his mistakes, where the others have only offered abuse and neglect?

the alternative where Sean tells Nicholas shoot me in the face and live with it before he blows Lisbeth away and lives with it just fine? Karen seeing what her children are truly capable of in every sense of the word, having to live with what they became to survive when she wasn't there for them? Sean spending the whole episode being helpless and heartbroken and brutalized in so many ways, only to very suddenly be gifted more power than he's ever had in his life, this complete control over the life and death over another human being? how fucking satisfying it is for him to either kill his little brother's abuser or let Daniel do it himself?

just. fucking. fucking HELL (literally). this episode.

26. one headcanon?

i kind of like the idea of the Diaz family having a generational reputation in Puerto Lobos for being a little bit Weird--like nothing on Daniel's scale, but there are rumors, whispers, stories of miracles and ghosts and strange happenings on their land, of secret truths older than colonization. not everybody can decide if it's of god or the devil, but when the parents die and young Esteban leaves, the whole town feels like it's lost something more than just a mechanic. nobody really has the guts to go onto the property until two young brothers set up shop there, and the other citizens can't help thinking something important has settled back into place.

27. one au?

detroit become human! inspired by this art and a playthrough i've been watching a friend do, lol. would love Esteban as an android mechanic taking in two lost little androids from a discontinued child line and giving them a home and a last name, only for them to get in trouble when they're caught "deviating" (gaining sentience) and he gets murdered defending them from the police, so they have to go on the run...

[turvi]

Come Get Your Funky Lovestory

Pairings: Eddie Brock x Reader, slight Bucky x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic), Peter Parker x Reader (platonic)

Warning: Mention of death.

@preciousbabypeter

Whew, what a week! It was a rollercoaster. After everything went down, I kept close eyes on Peter. Even though he is an Avenger and everyone claims that he will be fine, I know he won’t be, because at one point I lost everything too. I was married when I first met Steve and Bucky in the 40s. Who knew my one wrong decision would lead me here.

After I lost my husband in the war, I took up the Hydra program for two years as means to earn money. I had a son Abel who now I had to look after and being a cook didn't give me enough income. But it was a domino effect after that. They had programmed the winter soldier to safe keep the Adaptoids. To make my escape, to find my son I had to fight the man for whom my feelings were growing, who was there to hold me when my world crumbled down, who kissed me that night at the carnival to keep my brain calm, and who gave me his jacket when it got chilly.

Steve was a big help (even though my hydra brain was initially trying to kill him) and after finding out my son was dead, after all the wars I just want a break. Not just for me but for Peter too. I can’t help but feel like a big sister to him. I tried to settle myself by getting a job in the Hell kitchen since that was what I did in the 40s. Yes, while the Avengers were trying to figure out how to defeat Thanos, I was perfecting Steak au Poivre.

While I thought I could rekindle my romance with Bucky it turned out fatal. I know he is trying but when you have spent 40 years with Winter Soldier it gets tough to explain your brain, he is not the same and it did break my heart to see him flirt with Sarah and here I thought if I will be able to fight away the thought that Bucky is not longer a threat to my life, we have a chance. But he didn’t even mention the kiss so I returned his jacket (to Sam I am not ready to have the conversation with Bucky why I still have his jacket).

I got an apartment that is surprise few blocks from where Peter is staying despite Sam and Bucky trying to change my mind and get me to stick with them and continue staying with Sam. I love them but even if I wanted to after my promotion to assistant chef, I had to move to New York full time and couldn’t slack like I used to because if I lose this job, I will lose my only source of income.

Peter was delighted to see me and I visit him time to time to check up on him, Bucky and Sam still think it is a bad idea to stay alone so far. I was told by my landlord that my neighbor has also moved in a week ago. Good we have something in common.

As I park my car near the building my phone buzzes. Bucky.

“Hey Buck”

“Hey Doll how is shifting going on?”

“It is hardly shifting Bucky I have one box with me I have to buy furniture so my neighbors don’t take me as a squatter.” I chuckled

“You met them?”

“No but I will meet them after I make them my special Chicken Cordon Bleu” I said taking my box out of the car. I think I should have asked Bucky for help because the box is quite big and kind of obstructing my view

“I feel like I am missing out, I could still come and help you doll”

I halted my movement at his words. This is what infuriates me about him. One moment he makes me feel like I am the most important person in his life and the next moment pretends I don’t exist.

“Oh shit” I scrunched my eyebrows when realisation hit me

“What happened Doll?” urgency in his voice

“I can’t make Chicken Cordon Bleu; I don’t know what their eating preferences are. I have to make something that can be eaten whatever their preference will be”

I said as I climbed the stairs leading to my apartment

“Also, I have been meaning to ask you what was Fury talking to you about? It looked quite serious”

“Well according to Fury, a parasite named Venom has been spotted in New York and has wreaked havoc in San Francisco and while I am taking my break I should also look out to any suspicious behaviour and bring him in”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No definitely not, from what I have seen I’ll let Fury and his gang handle it I’ll just observe from far and not interact with the species and provide information to Fury. I think its quite easy nothing can go wrong –

I spoke too soon. Even before I could finish my sentence, I collided with someone causing me to lose my balance on my box but before it could slip the stranger took hold it his finger accidently brushing mine.

“I am so sorry I was distracted” I quickly apologised to the man in front of me. He is cute. His hair dishevelled, blue frowning eyes that quickly softened, tattoos on his arms, black leather jacket. He looks like bad news but he is cute.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking either” he said nervously chuckling

“I think I should help with that” He said pointing towards my box

“Oh no its just one box I can’t bother you with one box”

“It’s the most I can do given I just broke your bones” We both chuckle at his quip. Yeah, he is a burly man and has the ability to break my bones if I didn’t have superpowers.

“Doll?” Shit, I forgot about Bucky

“Uh, I will call after I get settled” I quickly cut my phone, he will understand.

He quickly took my box and started walking upstairs with me when he stopped again.

“What?”

“I-uh I forgot to ask your flat number”

“Its 313” I giggled. Since when did I giggle like this?

“313? I am in 314.”

“Oh, you are my new neighbour”

“Yeah, I just moved from San Francisco”  

“Oh, can I ask why?”

“Its not really a big deal I had my own news show, The Eddie Brock show but thought I needed a change so The Daily Bugle is my change”

We reached my flat as I fished for my keys, I asked him with a dopey smile

“Let me guess you are Eddie Brock”

He chuckled “Good girl, so smart” he quipped as shivers ran down my spine with his words. Gosh what is happening to me.

I opened the door and led him in. The apartment was quite cold and spacious. 

“No furniture?”

“Ugh well I just got promoted and lived somewhere not good so this apartment is the change in my life hence fresh furniture” I actually never got to live anywhere. After I was unfrozen by Zemo, I have been in one war after another.  

“What do you do?”

“I am working in Hell’s Kitchen just got promoted to Assistant Chef”

“Wow we should celebrate the great changes in our lives…. If you want to of course”

You know what fuck it

“Yeah definitely”

“Cool I’ll meet you on the rooftop the view is beautiful”

“Right now?”

“What better time than now?”

“Ok, I’ll freshen up and meet you upstairs” I can feel the heat on my cheeks for smiling for so long

“Ok, see you soon” he said with a big smile taking his leave

Wow that was unpredictable. I closed my distance with the door to lock it when Eddie peeped his head inside. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks

“Uh- I didn’t catch your name”

“Y/N Y/LN” 

Part 2

[lover-girl-estxx]

Don't Worry About It

part 5

not my gif*

| 3 days Later |

for the past three nights Me and Sean had sat on the couch and watched and movie together while in the day I was trying to keep most to myself not to get in his way, in my room trying to find a job which is hard when you haven't had one in 16 years and have no real place to live.

"mom?" Abel said next to me "Yeah?" I said looking up from my phone "can you get me a juice?" "um sure come on" I grabbed his hand and we walked down the stairs, as we went to go into the kitchen I could hear Sean talking to someone "we'll get a juice later" I whispered "Y/n?" Sean said "yeah" "come meet my brother" we turned the corner to the kitchen still holding Abel's hand "hi" I smiled shaking his hand "hi I'm Lawrence" "nice to meet you! this is my son Abel" he nodded. I grabbed a Abe a juice and walked out "why were you looking at her like that?" his brother asked "what?" "you were looking at her like you like her" "shut up" I smiled and we went upstairs.

"your gonna have a heart attack" I said as Sean poured himself another cup of coffee he rolled his eyes and laughed "where you going?" "i'm gonna go pick up Axel from school" "you want me to watch him?" "um-" "please!" Abel said "you sure thats fine" he smiled "okay i'll be back" I kissed Abes head.

"wheres Abe?" Axel said getting in the car "with Sean" he nodded "...where have you been the past few nights" "what do you mean?" I asked "you haven't been coming to bed till like 12" "oh me and Sean have just been watching TV" he nodded "what?" I added "it's kinda soon" "we're not doing anything Axel...Me and your Dad never really we're together besides in high school I haven't been we anyone for a while....But you don't like it I won't kept doing it" "no mom do whatever makes you happy...Sean's great" he shrugged "yeah he is".

When we walked in Sean was chasing Abel around while he giggled, "got you" Sean picked him up and tickled him he started belly laughing "s-st-op" Abe said. "mom?" Axel said in the door way "Axel" "Me and Sean are going to the gym you and Abel should come with us" "I don't know" "come i'm sparing today I want you to watch me" "did you ask Sean?" "yeah he said it's cool come on" "okay".

"can he hit mits?" Sean asked about Abel "yeah that's fine" I smiled, Sean picked him up and walked him over to a wall of glove "which one do you want?" he asked him "those" he pointed to the red pair, Sean pulled them down and then grabbed a pair of mits. He took Abe's shoe's off and put him on the mat and put the gloves on that were way to big for him. "put your hands up," Sean said Abel raised his arms above his head all the way "no" Sean laughed he moved his arms down to his face as Abe giggled. I smiled Abel hasn't laughed this much in a while.

I met more guys from the gym and now it was time for Axel to spar, Sean still held Abel standing next to the cage "that guy is way bigger than him" I whispered to Sean "he'll be fine" he shrugged. Axel was smiling blood all over his face as he came out of the cage "you okay?" he nodded "go shower" Sean said he nodded.

Abel as asleep Sean took the gloves off him and put him on the bunch, "your turn" Sean said holding the gloves out to me"oh no I do-" "come on" I sighed and he put the gloves on me. "hit me" he said "i'm don't hitting you i'll hit the mits" "hit me you can't hurt" "I - Sean" "hit me!" I punch him in the stomach as hard as I could he huffed "again" "no" I smiled he softly grabbed my wrists making me give him fake punch's to his stomach "oh my god" I said while giggled "hit me hard" I hit him hard "happy now?" I smiled "very yes" he smiled then I started doing mits, I went to throw one and slipped he caught me while he laughed "i'm done" I laughed his arms still around me. He took my gloves off and I looked around the gym Axel standing next to Eric and they both had a smile on they're face "what?" I shrugged they shook they're head.

Sean grabbed Abel out of the car "thanks" I smiled he nodded, Axel had his bag on his shoulder "you gonna cozy up with him tonight" Axe raised his brows "shut up" I laughed.Sean laid him in our bed and came into the kitchen where I was Axel made a sandwich then went to bed "he has never gone to bed this early till a month ago" he smiled "thats why I have 10 cups a coffee a day" I breathed a laugh "gonna watch TV tonight?" He asked I nodded and smirked "come on" he added.

I sat next to him and I laid my head on his shoulder of the arm that was around me, a blanket was over us. I sat up a bit to lay more on his chest and he moved his hand to my waist. I looked up at him, him down at me I cupped a side of his face he smiled and leaned down and kissed me "sorry" he said pulling away and taking a breath "don't be sorry kiss me again" I giggled as he kissed me again. He pulled away I blushed and wiped my lips and looked but to the TV, he chuckled "what?" I whispered I tried to hide my smile looking back up at him "nothing" he shook his head he pulled me back into him and I laid my head back on his shoulder making him kiss my head.

a/n: idc I love him

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 47

There are going to be so many changes to canon for the last part of the story, hold on for angst, violence and a whole lot of smut. My life is still very unstable right now and I'm feeling pretty stressed so please excuse if this sucks.

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Part 46

Contains: Angst, I mean so much angst and it ends in a cliffhanger, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of a serial killer, loosely follows the plot of 5x01 - 5x03.

6.5K Words

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Shots fired

"Ok then, let's hope they're a good fit because you do not have enough people for all the shit you have to do."

"Hey Jacky boy, you needing anything?"

Jax smiled, "I'm good brother. You ready?" Jax took a puff of his cigarette, "nah, Happy's still getting his dick sucked."

Jax cringed, "in this skankhole?"

Tig huffed, "oh come on, there's nothing wrong with the occasional skank."

"Time to pull out, I wanna head home." They went off towards their bikes, "alright girls, dicks and balls out, home's a speeding ticket away."

The ride back to Charming was calm until they met the Niners on the highway. The groups didn't acknowledge each other as the cars filled with Niners pulled into the convoy of bikes to take them to Pope's warehouse in Oakland.

The bikes were far enough ahead that they couldn't see the truck or the Niners, Phil beeping the horn was what told them something was wrong. When they rode backwards, they were greeted with the truck on fire and one of the Niners' cars overturned.

They got off their bikes and ran over to the wreckage, LaRoy doing his best to pull his friend out of the overturned car while the Sons went to get Phil, "what the hell happened?"

One of the Niners shrugged, "no idea, D's car just started swerving then he hit the truck."

They pulled D out of the car, he had blood on his face, Chibs finished checking Phil out and walked up to him, "I think he just has a seizure, he's got to go to the hospital."

The Niners left as fast as they could, then Jax was directing the Sons to hide the crates in the woods. Sam dusted his hands and walked up to Jax, "so much for our first run going well."

It was just before dawn when Jax and Sam got home, Jax smiled as your car pulled up beside his bike as your drove into the driveway, you must have been on night shift. You came racing up to him as you got out, looking over his bruised face.

"What happened?"

Jax smiled softly, "I'm fine, one of the Niners crashed his car and hit the truck. Everyone's whole."

You rubbed your face, "what caused the accident?"

Jax shrugged, "LaRoy called just as we got into Charming, the guy was on antibiotics for a skin infection and had a reaction, he's fine."

You breathed out, "as long as everyone's ok, how did Pope take it?"

Jax shrugged again, "he got his guns, he's happy.

You coming to Piney's thing today." You nodded, "yep, I'm gonna get some sleep first, Wendy's in there helping Ima with Abel so be ready to give her an excuse as to why you're hurt."

Jax huffed, "how's she doing?"

You smiled, "much better, Abel adores her. I think we need to start talking about telling him the truth."

Jax shook his head, "not yet, give it some more time."

You pecked his cheek, "alrighty then, shall we head inside?"

"Please."

****

"Why mommy?" You got down to Abel's level and fixed his shirt, "because grandpa Piney died and we have to say goodbye."

Abel looked confused, "why did he die?"

You smiled softly, "because he was very old and his body didn't work anymore."

"Ok, is uncle Opie sad?"

You took his little hand in yours, "I'm sure he's very sad but if you give him a hug I think he'll feel a bit better." You stood up and walked him to the car, Ima getting in the front seat while Sam and Jax took their bikes.

The cemetery was quiet as you got out of the car, you helped Abel out of the car and walked over to the group, Abel dropped your hand and hugged Opie as hard as he could manage, "I'm sorry you're sad."

You saw Opie's breath catch in his throat, "that's alright little guy." He put his hand on Abel's head and everyone walked over to the chairs to sit down for the service.

"Gemma's not here."

There was rage in Jax's voice, "it's probably very painful for her Jax. Clay's finishing his move out of the house today, give her a few weeks and I'm sure she'll be back to her old self and once the divorce is done, she'll be a lot happier."

Jax turned his attention back to the pastor, "I hope you're right, because she's on my last nerve." After the indecent her place, Abel had been waking up and coming into your room with nightmares a lot and Jax was having trouble standing his mother.

"She'll get better, you and Abel are too important for her not to."

****

Gemma woke up in a strange bed in a strange room, her head pounded with a hangover and the air stunk like booze and sex. She wrapped a sheet around herself and went to get her bag, hastily pulling her gun as a man emerged from the bathroom.

"Woah, woah, easy now love. I was that bad?"

Gemma had no idea what was going on, "who the hell are you?"

The man dropped his arms, "wow, really? You came home with me last night, this is my place. I'm not gonna.."

Gemma's hands were shaking, "back off."

"Yes ma'am."

Knock knock

The door opened and a woman in her forties stepped into the room, "ok, nice. Let me guess, Jdate?" Gemma calmed down as the woman took the blondes out of the room. She put the gun down after a short exchange and went to have a shower, she didn't even know that man's name.

No matter, she had a shower and made her way downstairs, sitting down to talk with the man more. Gemma felt something when she spoke to him, as she got up to leave, the man handed her a card, "Nero Padilla, my number's on the back."

Gemma smiled and handed him her phone number, "well Nero, thanks for not being a dick."

Gemma felt sick when she got home, not only did she have to face Clay but Unser had to mention Piney's funeral and the fact that she missed it. When she drove to your house to relieve Ima, no one was there so she left for the Clubhouse to ask Jax what the hell was going on.

****

"How's Lynette?"

Clay shrugged at Hale, "she's alright, you got any leads?"

Hale shook his head, "boot prints didn't turn up much, y/n said it was hard to tell much and to call her if it happened where she could get a better look."

"She said the same thing to us, damp footprints on pavement are worthless and we'll have to wait until they hit somewhere with soft ground."

Hale sighed, "call me if you see or hear anything, we don't need this getting any worse."

Hale left just as the Sons came back from Piney's funeral, the air was tight was as they walked into the chapel and took their seats. With the nomads there they couldn't show their true feelings about Clay, especially with the fact that they were just voted in.

"Pope got his shipment fine, next run's in a month but we're gonna cut the group down, some of us need to be here with these home invasions going on."

Sam chimed in, "I think it's worth it if we start showing up more at community events, make sure the town knows we're just like them. The highschool is having a football game on Sunday, if you can go, you should."

There were grunts of agreement around the table, "anything else?"

Sam shook his head, "there's a bake sale for the library in two weeks that my sister and Angela are running, I don't think that's optional."

Franky huffed, "a bake sale, how fun."

"I'm sure y/n will be happy to teach you to read if you having trouble Franky but some of us want the town to think we care."

The meeting went on, Juice was shifting in his seat everyone so often, Jax smirked and shook his head, "y/n gave Jessica a half day today, does that have something to do why you can't sit still?"

Juice looked at the floor bashfully, "don't be so hard on him Jacky boy, Jess is a pretty girl, smart too."

Jax smirked, "go on, we're almost done here anyway." Juice was up in a flash and off to see his new friend.

"You know y/n is going to have him working there with how much time he spends with that woman."

Jax chuckled, "I'm pretty sure she's over the moon with herself for setting them up. I mean, when was the last time we all saw him this happy?"

The table laughed, "the question is, who's next." Sam pressed his lips together, he knew the answer but there was no way he was going to tell anyone else that. Church finished and they walked out to start their work day only to be greeted by a spitting mad Gemma.

"I just went by my house to see my grandson, who the hell decided to put Abel in daycare?"

Jax turned to his mother, "me and his mother."

Gemma huffed, "we don't let other people raise our children, it's selfish and lazy."

Jax wasn't interested, "I don't have time for this mum, you wanna see Abel, work it out with y/n."

A call pulled Gemma away, "hey."

It was Nero, "yeah."

Gemma was a little surprised, "just making sure you got home ok."

"Oh, well yeah, yeah I did. I'm fine."

Gemma felt a little warm, "well now you have my number, in case you need anything."

A soft smile came to her face, "yeah, thanks."

*****

"He's congested, you need a humidifier in that room."

You shook your head, "it's not a dry cough, that won't help."

Gemma was pissed, "and he doesn't need to be in daycare. We can take care of our own."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "Abel needs to socialise with other children. Also Gemma, kids are pathogens factories, and they only make so many vaccines. He needs exposure to the outside world or he's going to get sick all the time. I can forward you lots of studies to say that kids need time away from home as they get closer to school age."

You took a deep breath, "and I don't think you are in the right frame of mind to be looking after Abel right now, you've been through a lot these last few months, you need to focus on yourself."

Her eyes went wide, "excuse me?"

"You are intoxicated all the time, I can smell cannabis and alcohol on your breath every morning. I don't want you driving yourself around half the time, let alone my kid."

She shook her head, "I don't smoke or drink in the morning."

"Gemma, this is why I'm worried. The chemicals that make you a risk are still in your blood and affecting your brain. I've seen what happens when adults drive off their face with children in the car, I've picked apart enough burnt to a crisp children to know not to let my little boy in the car with someone who's not sober."

That seemed to do something, "I don't want you alone with my child until you are more stable."

She huffed, "really, does Jax feel the same way?"

You shook your head, "what do you think? Don't insult his intelligence Gemma, he knows something is going on with you. He'll be home soon, you can ask him then."

Right on time, Jax walked in the door, "hello my love."

Jax took you in his arms and kissed you, "we ok?"

You looked at Jax, "you have some things to talk about, I'll leave you two alone." You walked away and Gemma watched you go, you hoped Jax would handle the matter with some grace.

"What's going on Jackson, why did you and y/n put Abel in daycare."

Jax swallowed, by her tone this wasn't going to go well, "Abel needs to spend time with other children before he starts school and I don't feel comfortable with you looking after Abel by yourself right now."

Gemma huffed, "where's this coming from?"

Jax was getting pissed, "you're always drunk or high and every time Abel's stayed with you in the last few weeks, something has happen. He ended up seeing a horror movie because you fell asleep and were too high to wake up, his still has nightmares. You can't be trusted to look after him right now."

"Is this coming from y/n?"

Jax clenched his jaw, "no, it's not. She wanted you to be able to spend time with him alone while you were here but I told her that I didn't want Abel to end up on her slab because you wanted to take him out for ice cream while shitfaced."

Gemma's breath caught in her throat, "get your shit together and we can talk about it, until then, you can't be alone with Abel." Gemma got up to walk away, as she got to the door, you came rushing out of the room, re-dressed in work clothes.

"What's going on?"

You looked worried, "Your house has just been hit, Unser's badly hurt."

Gemma didn't know what to say, "the home invasions?"

You nodded, "Same MO, you should stay here tonight, I call when I know something."

****

"Anything?"

You moved the flashlight over the driveway, "shit nothing, the one boot print could be anyone."

Hale rubbed his face, "Unser's alright, he might have a concussion, Candy's going to take him to St Thomas to get checked out."

You nodded, "alright, I'm gonna head home, there's nothing more for me to do here."

Hale put a hand on your shoulder, "thanks for the help."

You left and went back home, everyone's bikes were out the front, "hey, is everything ok?"

Jax shrugged, "what happened." You sat down next to him, everyone turning their attention to you.

"There was one boot print, it could be four people in this room so it's useless, Unser is heading to St Thomas to make sure he's ok and Gemma's house is a mess."

Jax rubbed his face, "we'll help her clean up tomorrow."

You tilted your head, "why are you all here? I can't imagine it's because of this?"

Sam took a deep breath, "Alvarez needs something, we're waiting on him to call."

You shrugged, "well I have work tomorrow so I'm going to bed."

Jax smiled and got up, pecking your lips, "give me an hour then I'll be in." You nodded and left Jax to Club business.

****

"Good morning beloved."

You pressed a kiss to his bare chest, "hello darlin, sleep well?"

You nodded, "I did, what did Marcus want?"

Jax huffed, "Creep got shot, he's just called to let us know that we need to be more careful on runs. He also needs us to take out a rat in their Stockton charter."

You nodded, "things are really picking up, let's hope taking him out gets you some goodwill."

"Yeah, let's hope. You wanna go down for breakfast?"

You nodded and took Jax's hand, "yeah, we got to see if Gemma and Sam are fighting over who's making breakfast."

****

Jax was pulled away by a call before he could sit down, "we have a problem."

Sam huffed, "what?"

Jax sat down and ran a hand through his hair, "we're going to need a place to camp out, the Mayans want us to handle their issue, today."

Sam shook his head, "I'm guessing we can't use the Mayan Clubhouse?"

"No, looks like the rat's ready to talk, the Clubhouse isn't safe."

Gemma spoke up, "I know somewhere you can go."

Jax was taken aback, "alright, it's not like we have any other options."

****

Jax did his best to explain to this man, who introduced himself as Nero what was going on, "I get it man, when you've got to put it work, you've got to put in work. I drive past the Clubhouse on my way home everyday, I don't need my street blowing up."

Jax handed Nero a wad of cash and he walked off, Chibs leaning in to talk to Jax, "all this traffic makes me very nervous."

Jax thought for a moment, "all this traffic makes me think we're in the wrong business."

Sam came back, phone in hand, "I just spoke to my sister, I knew Diosa and Nero sounded familiar. Y/n knows the guy, said he asked her to help set up some kind of security program to keep the women safe. She said we don't need to worry about him going to the cops." Jax let go of the breath he had been holding.

"Call the others, let's get this done as soon as we can."

****

Jax watched all day as people came in and out, it was insane, he even recognised some of the higher class patrons as city officials and one cop. The wheels in Jax's head were turning as the guys did Recon, driving between the Stockton Clubhouse and Diosa in their cars while gathering information.

He found Nero in the back office doing paperwork, sitting down on the couch, Jax got ready to start probing for business information, "how long you been working girls?"

Nero dropped his pen, "a long time, just moved indoors like four years ago."

Jax nodded, "yeah, you know my old lady."

Nero tilted his head, "Dr l/n, Sam's her brother, said she helped with something?"

Nero smiled, "I went to a conference on safer sex work. She did a lecture on the need for sex workers to be able to report violent Johns, she helped me get a database off the ground. A few places in the area use it."

Jax smiled, "does the escort thing get much heat?"

Nero shook his head, "Vice are always sniffing around but as long as I've got my permits in order and I ain't making no noise, they pretty much back off." Jax liked the sound of this.

"How's the money?"

Nero smiled, "I take twenty-five per cent in house, thirty for outcalls, that's after taxes."

Jax nodded, "that's it?"

Nero huffed, "hey, it don't pay to be greedy. You gotta treat your girls good, they stay happy, they all got regulars, the feria, the money, stays steady."

"How does your crew work into that?"

Jax was impressed, this may be a way forward for the Club, "they get a piece of my end. Free pussy, keep away the competition. So I know you guys run guns, how does that pay out?" Jax didn't know what to say at first but there was no point in lying, this man clearly knew what he was doing.

"Percentages and blood."

As they spoke, Jax could tell that Nero was interested but hesitant, "this whole thing, what's it about?"

Jax didn't know where to start but he wanted to give Nero a reason to trust him, "we're getting out of the game by the end of the year, but to do that we want some good faith."

Nero nodded, "you seem to know what you're doing."

Jax nodded, "I try, so what got you into escorting?"

Nero smiled, "spent some time inside for drugs, picked up some books, saw the bigger picture."

Jax smirked, "and the bigger picture was pussy."

Nero laughed, "every picture is pussy ese."

Jax laughed, he wasn't wrong. "You ever put much thought into expanding?"

Nero shrugged, "I don't know, you interested?"

Jax gave a noncommittal shrug, "I don't know, it's certainly better than what we're doing now."

Jax sat around for another hour, then Juice and Kozik were coming back, "he's alone, we should go now."

Jax nodded, "call Happy, ask him if he wants another smiley face." Jax took a deep breath and got up, he hoped this was going to go well.

****

It went better than well, they were done in a matter of minutes. Jax patted Happy on the shoulder and they went back to Diosa to thank Nero before heading home for the day. The gears in Jax's head had constantly been turning since he first walked into the building, now he just had to figure a way to bring it to the Club.

****

You weren't home when Jax got back. Ima was getting dinner ready with Abel, Jax relaxed into the couch and nursed a beer, he didn't know how you'd react about going into escorting with Nero but there was no way he was going to go ahead with him without talking to your first.

You got in just as Ima was putting out dinner, "that's the third time this week you've been late, is everything ok with work?"

You shrugged, "meth cook gone wrong, I've got four bodies to ID and I haven't even started with the bodies from the car fire last week, I need a holiday."

Jax smiled softly, "that would be nice."

Jax was quite, "what's on your mind, does it have anything to do with the call I got from Sam today?"

Jax nodded, "you think this Nero guy is worth it?"

You thought for a moment, "I do, he knows what he's doing and he treats his women well. You thinking of going into the business?"

"You didn't see how many people were in and out today, it would keep as afloat while we get out of guns."

Ima chimed in, "the girls at CaraCara are always looking for side gigs and the porn star experience pays pretty heavily, I'd be willing to ask around but Lyla and I and leaving to LA for tomorrow. We'll be back in three days, I'll ask then." Jax smiled, this was going well.

"That would be great."

Jax turned to Sam, "you think it will go over well with the guys?"

Sam huffed, "I can't see anyone saying no, it's pussy."

You cringed, "gross, but you're not wrong."

The table started to laugh, "this is not a normal dinner topic."

"Are you guys coming to the football game?"

Sam and Jax nodded, "you made a pretty good case, even if you said it's a brutal sport."

You huffed, "well, Charming needs to know that we're going into an era where the Club cares about the town. Showing up at the high school's games helps a lot."

"As long as you don't ask me four hundred times what's going on."

You huffed in fake offence, "I know how sports works."

Jax shook his head, "sure you do darlin."

Sam's chortled, "the last time we watched a football game together you spent the whole time with your hand over your eyes."

"Fuck you Sammy, head injuries are no joke."

Jax put a hand on your leg, "you are such a dork."

Ima turned to you, "how's the book idea coming along?"

You rubbed your face, "I regret it but I can't stop researching, these red pill guys are nuts."

Jax cringed, "I can't believe you're going ahead with this, those guys are cancer."

"It's got to be done Jax, plus, who doesn't love pissing off men with masculinity so fragile that it falls apart when a woman opens her mouth."

Sam nodded, "aren't half our frat boy neighbours red pilled?"

You swallowed, "yep, they're part of the reason why I'm doing this."

The neighbours had been bad on and off, things had calmed down since Jax got home from prison but they were still an issue when they knew Jax and Sam weren't home. You yawned and Jax huffed, "come on sleepy head, I'll get you some dessert, then I'm taking you upstairs so you can sleep. No more depressing research."

****

"Oh, hello Happy, I'm so glad you could come."

You stretched your arms out for a hug and led him to where you, Sam and Jax were sitting, "Jax didn't really give us a choice."

You shook your head, "well, now that I've got you here." You turned a little towards Jax so you could take to both of them at the same time.

"I've been a keynote speaker at the Califonia conference for medieval criminal justice and torture for the last three years. I have a plus one and one ticket, now I usually give my ticket to Aden but he's been so many years in a row that he's getting his own now."

Happy was smiling, "you are inviting us?"

You nodded, "only if you want to come, it's in a week and they provide lunch."

Jax shook his head, "sure darlin, I'll come."

Happy gave you a short nod, "I'll be there."

You clapped your hands, "yay, learning."

Jax chuckled, "dork." You rested your head on his shoulder as the others arrived and filled the bleachers. "You want me to explain what's going on?"

You shook your head, "just tell me when to cheer."

Jax spent the whole game watching you, he loved the way you took in all the sights and smiled each time you told him some tidbit of information about the history of sports or how human knees work. You weren't wrong about the Club looking good, by the end of the game, people were laughing and joking with the Sons, any worry about the home invasions soothed with gentle reassurance and promises that the Club would always be there if people needed it.

You all got home late, Sam leaving to call Ima after a very fast goodnight to you and Jax. Jax laughed and shook his head, "he is so in love."

You smiled, "I know, he has a photo of Ima and Abel as his lock screen."

Jax put an arm over your shoulder as you walked upstairs, "do you think people look at us like that?"

"I know they do, I have to hear about how cute we are at work all day long, Holt is never impressed but he always says something about Kevin when it comes up."

Jax huffed, "cute? I have a reputation to maintain."

You shook your head, "good luck, I'm always telling people how wonderful you are. Everyone knows you pick me flowers when you take Abel and the dogs out for their walk in the morning."

Jax pulled you into his arms, "well that's just great."

His tone was full of love, "isn't it? I want everyone to know how lucky I am to have you."

Jax rested his chin on your head, "you wanna call it a night?"

You nodded, "yeah, that would be nice."

As you climbed into bed, you saw a thought come over Jax's face, "you hate it when people you know come to your lectures, it took you months to even let us in when you were holding them. I can understand why you asked me to come, but why invite Happy when the tickets are cheap?"

You did you best not to give anything away, "I'm trying to change that, and I know Happy will have fun."

Jax was skeptical, "alrighty then, so you're not playing matchmaker?"

Your eyes went wide, "maybe I am, but she's such a nice person. She works at Oakland cat refuge and she's totally cool."

Jax's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "aside from her being an animal lover, she doesn't sound like Happy's type. Why will she be at a torture convention?"

You smiled, "she's a professional dominatrix in her spare time."

Jax snorted, "I see, you really are obsessed with making sure people around you end up happy, aren't you?"

"I try, I think they'll be great together."

You crawled into Jax's arms, "I am the luckiest man in the universe."

He pulled the covers over you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I don't know about that, I'm pretty sure most men don't spend their morning picking flowers for their fiancee."

Jax huffed, "how could I not with the way you smile at me."

You giggled, "I think I'm the lucky one Jackson."

He hugged you tighter to him, "I love you so much."

You lifted his hand to you lips and kissed his fingers, "I love you too, goodnight beloved."

"Goodnight darlin."

****

"You got a busy day?"

You nodded, "yep, Pope's coming by to ask about starting a program for some kids in his old neighbourhood, then I have to grade some papers and finish the exam I started on Friday."

Jax snorted, "you work too hard."

You shook your head, "I work the normal amount of hard."

"Ima gets home tomorrow, right?"

Sam nodded, "thank God, I miss her so much."

You gave him a soft smile, "you two are really cute."

Sam went red, "you are the worst."

Jax pressed his lips together and looked at Sam, "I mean, she's not wrong. It's like watching some sappy romance."

Sam rolled his eyes, "you're one to talk man. Y/n, he smiles like an idiot whenever you text him."

Jax's eyes fell to the table, "no comment."

You giggled, "adorable."

****

"How's work been?"

Wendy smiled and handed a crayon to Abel, "good, we've expanded our groups. Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, "why isn't Gemma on the list of visitors?"

You blinked, "I saw the list when I picked Abel up today."

You took a deep breath, "Gemma's going through a lot. I'm sure we both want Abel around stable adults, which she isn't right now."

Wendy swallowed, "you want me to talk to her?"

You shook your head aggressively, "that will just make it worse, she'll be better once things are done with Clay."

She nodded and smiled down at Abel before looking at up, her eyes serious, "you hope."

"Yeah, I hope."

The mood in the room fell, "does Jax know?"

You nodded, "the daycare has always been an option, Jax wanted the change more than I did. I wanted to start small but Jax thought it would be better and I'd have to agree."

Wendy rubbed Abel's head, "well, I'll take him off your hands for the day so you can get back to work. Can I take him out for ice cream?"

Able's head perked up, "can we mummy?"

You smiled, "of course, but only one scope, I don't want you spoiling your dinner."

Abel clapped his little hands, "yay."

Wendy stood up with a smile and offered her arms to Abel, "you ready to go little man?"

He stood up and took her hand, "bye bye mummy."

"Bye sweet boy, be good for Miss Wendy." Once Abel left, you finished the exam you started on Friday and got stuck into paperwork, right on time Pope arrived.

"Mr Marks at the front for you, Mr Pope couldn't make it today."

"Thanks Travis, send him in."

August looked pissed as he dropped his body on the chair, "what?"

He snorted, "Oakland city council won't give us any funding."

"You're kidding me?"

August shook his head, "if we want the program to take off, we need to fund the whole thing."

You looked down at your desk, speechless, "but, it's free. There's no funding needed."

He huffed, "you try telling them that, fucking asshole mayor."

"But here's the check anyway."

He just pushed a million check towards you, "way to bury the lead dude, why do you feel the need to anger me?"

He chuckled, "because righteous indignation is a good look on you."

You shook your head, "you sound like Jackson."

"When can we start?"

You pulled up your calendar and turned the monitor towards him, "next month. You good with that?"

He nodded, "that's great, I'll get out of your hair."

You took his offered hand, "I'll be in touch, please tell Damon good luck with whatever's going on."

Marks shook his head, "it's a long story, his little girl isn't so little anymore and he's getting ready to kill someone."

You did your best not to laugh, "ahh, kids." August left with a smile on his face. he was glad the meeting went well, may it would stop his friend from killing his daughter's boyfriend.

****

It was the end of the day when your intercom beeped, when Travis's voice came over the line, it cracked. "You need to come to the desk, it's serious."

****

Jax didn't know what to think when he got the call from Travis telling him to wait up for you to get home that night, just that Travis sounded like he had seen something horrible. It was past midnight when you finally got it, Jax took in the way your shoulders slumped over.

You didn't say a word as you climbed into his lap and pressed your face into his chest but he could feel you sobbing. Jax wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight while he pressed his face against you.

"It's ok, I'm here, take your time." The crying stop and you sat there in his lap for a little while longer, when you pulled back and met his eyes, the look in yours made his chest ache, "what happend today?" You wiped your face.

"They found a serial killer's killing field when a hiker's dog dug up some bones, ten bodies, so far, all young women and it looks like there's more. It was horrible."

Jax swallowed, "do they have any ideas?"

You nodded, "it's the MO of a guy who's already on death row, with these new cases, everything will be looked at again."

Jax knew why you were so sad, "you wanna tell me about the women? I'd like to know about them so I can tell everyone when this makes the news, they deserve for people to know who they were before they died."

Jax felt his eyes get wet when you looked at him, it was a mix of pain and relief, "sure."

Jax held you as you talked, stopping to soothe you if it got too much. His thoughts went back to his father's manuscript, what his father thought it meant to be a man. In his mind, this was it, being the strong one without it being asked of him. He hated hearing this, the wasted life, the sound of distress in your voice but he knew that this helped you so he listened while you talked about the lives these women lived and your hopes that this man would confess so the families could move on.

He felt you take a deep breath and pull back, "thank you Jackson."

He smiled and stroked your face, "anytime Darlin."

Jax relaxed when you smiled at him, "how was your day?"

Jax huffed, "where do you want me to start?"

"At the beginning."

****

You weren't there when Jax woke up, when he went downstairs, he could hear you yelling from the office. When you came out, Jax could see how angry you were, "what happened?"

You shook your head, "that hiker, he knew where the bodies were. He was sent there by Howard Epps to delay his execution. That was the DA, there more bodies, he's only going to talk if they take death off the table."

Sam's head whipped towards you, "let me guess, Epps knew you'd get the case?"

You nodded, the name sounded familiar to Jax, "who is this guy and why would he want you on the case?"

You crossed your arms over your chest, "Howard Epps is a killer who focuses on blonde women, I put him away the first time. I told him in court that the last time I would ever see was when they took him to the chair, I guess he had other ideas."

"What happens next?"

You shrugged, "he gave up the names of the women at the lab, I just have to confirm it's them then I move onto the next case. After that, it's just a matter of waiting for them to find the other bodies."

"I'm sorry darlin, you want me to stop in for lunch today?"

You nodded, "please, if you have the time."

****

Jax arrived at the lab with a smile on his face and your favourite cake in hand, "hey T."

Travis waved him in, "she is going to be happy to see you, she's spent half the day telling reporters to fuck off."

Jax huffed, "fucking vultures."

Travis nodded, "you said it."

You were waiting at your office door for him, Jax smiling as you hugged him with all your might, "hey."

He pressed a kiss to your lips, "hey." He came in a sat down, "have you seen Abel today?"

You nodded, "yes, I stopped in for morning tea. He can count to ten now without making a mistake."

Jax's face broke out in a grin, "that's great."

"I'm sure he'll be happy to show you, he's so proud of himself." Jax was excited to go see Abel, he loved this, the easy times where he could spend hours sitting with Abel, teaching him how to count or colour between the lines.

You and Jax finished the cake and went over to the daycare, Abel waving his little hands at the sight of his father, "daddy, daddy, look."

He showed Jax the picture he was drawing and Jax smiled, "you did such a good job."

Abel smiled and ran back to the table, you sat down next to him and Jax sat opposite, "can you how daddy how well you can count?"

Able nodded and ran over to the toy box and got the counting blocks before sitting on Jax's lap, "see daddy?"

Jax reached across the table and grabbed your hand, "that's great, can you show me again?" Abel was so proud of himself as he put the blocks back again.

He met your eyes and smiled, even with all the mess, things were great.

****

"Meet me at the abandon house off the highway, I've got info on the home invasions."

Sam looked at his phone, the text was from Bobby who had been chasing up leads from previous victims all morning, he didn't question why Bobby wanted to meet him at an abandoned house by the lumber yard, just that it must be serious.

It didn't take Sam long to get there but to his surprise, Bobby wasn't there so he went inside the house to get out of the sun. He waited for a while and Bobby didn't show up, he called him, "I'm at the house, where are you." Sam felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, "what are you talking about?"

"You texted me and told me to meet you at the old lumber house off the highway."

Bobby didn't respond right away, "Sam, you need to get out of there right….."

BANF BANG BANG

"Sam, Sam?" Bobby could hear groaning over the line, then the phone went dead. Sam felt searing heat hit his torso, then he hit the ground. He brought his hand to his chest and it came away wet, when he looked down, it was covered in blood.

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Abel Carrion was unconscious for six weeks.

Calls to clear the highway had allowed the EMTs to get him from Marfa to Big Bend Regional Hospital in Alpine in just about fifteen minutes, sirens screeching the entire way. It took the ER doctor there even less time to realize the burns he was facing were far beyond his ability to heal. By the time the sun began to rise, Abel was in a bed in San Antonio. He’d been choppered into the burn center at Fort Sam Houston, recovering from the first of what would be six skin grafts in all. Doctors had worked through the night to scour his body for healthy flesh that could replace what had been burned away. Abel knew nothing of his helicopter ride, regardless of how excited he would have been to take it even a few days ago, nor of the operations, his surroundings or the attention he drew nation-wide for his miraculous recovery. For his own sanity, the doctors kept him drugged. He needed to heal, which couldn’t be done when his mind was overwhelmed with the agony of the affair. They didn’t know he wouldn’t feel the agony. So he was drugged. He was unconscious.

He was dreaming.

–

He opened his eyes slowly, the fuzzy image of his dad coming into view. Dad was leaning over him, brushing the rusty-brown curls out of Abel’s face.

“Hey, buddy. How you feeling?”

Abel shrugged, still not feeling quite like himself. “Okay, I guess.”

He was four years old again, lying in a bed that felt too stiff, in Big Bend Regional, where was waking up after a day of being poked and prodded and tested by doctors who kept drawing blood and shaking their heads. At least it was over now.

His parents didn’t look comforted by this. Especially his ma, who was sitting on the edge of his bed and rocking, like she had a tendency to do when she was especially upset. With every new update from the doctors, Abel had assured her that he felt fine. She never seemed any calmer.

“You understand what the doctors were telling you?” Dad asked, leaning in close to him. That was how Abel could tell he was nervous. His dad never showed it otherwise. “What they were talking about?”

“Yes, sir. I do understand.”

“They call it HSAN. That stands for Hereditary Sensory and Autonomic Neuropathy. It means you can’t feel any pain.”

“I know, Dad.”

“Which means you have to be very, very careful about what you do. Pain is–”

“I remember,” Abel interrupted. “Pain is the body’s warning mechanism. I have to watch what I’m doing all the time, I have to be careful not to get into fights or play sports or do any of those kinds of things because since I can’t feel pain, I’ll never notice things like cuts or bruises or broken bones.”

That, at least, drew a small smile from Dad. “That’s right, son. That’s right. Exactly.”

Of course it was right. The doctors had told him that might be what he had when they first brought him into the hospital. Then every new doctor who did a new test and came to the same conclusion did the same. Some of them used different examples, or phrased it differently, but they all started the same way: telling him that pain was important.

“I’ll be careful.”

“This is all my fault,” his ma whispered, her face shielded by long red hair, as if she was hiding away from the reality of the situation.

“Now don’t start in with your crazy talk, Susanna.”

“It’s not crazy. Not crazy at all. My father. His father before him. My cousins. My aunt, my uncle, all the way back to–”

“Susanna Kane,” his dad said sharply. “How many times have I told you not to talk like that in front of the boys? Those ideas–”

“They have a right to know.”

Abel pulled his blankets up a little. He wasn’t sure whether his dad had been drinking yet today, but he didn’t always need it to be mean. Especially if he was stressed.

“It’s nothing they need to be worrying themselves crazy over like you.”

“It’s their family.”

“Susanna Kane–”

“She’s right, Dad.”

Abel lowered the blankets from his eyes and saw Thomas, standing at the door.

“We got a right to know, me and Abel. We got the blood in us too, after all. Maybe we got the curse too. Just like all the people in here.”

He was holding a book. A thick, wide one with a brown leather cover that Abel recognized immediately. The Kane family scrapbook. The project Ma had been working on for the last few years that traced her family history all the way back to Pilgrim times. She worked on it as often as Dad worked in the basement. In that time, it’d become– what was that word Dad had used? – an obsession of hers ever since…

Ever since he was born, Abel realized.

Now how did he know that?

“You are not cursed. The boys are not cursed. No one in your family has ever been cursed. Because curses don’t exist,” Dad said firmly. 

“How do you explain everything that happened? And now with Abel…”

“There’s nothing to explain. Bad luck with some of them, others had diseases the science of the time didn’t know about. It’s just genetics.”

“Kane family genetics,” Thomas pointed out. Dad glared at him. Lately, Thomas had taken a vested interest in the Kane family. He’d been helping Ma out with any research he could, pouring over history books and spending even more time looking at the scrapbook, analyzing every picture and paper kept inside. He spent more time with that book than actual schoolwork, in fact, that’s what Dad was always saying. Too much time. Wasn’t playing outside like a boy his age should be. He was going to get even more pale…

That didn’t seem possible. The longer Abel looked at his family, the more pale they all looked, how white their skin was. As white as some of the bodies he’d seen in the parlor, almost waxy-looking, like they weren’t real, like– 

A terrible feeling ran through his bones down to the marrow, making him shiver.

“Please,” Abel spoke up softly. “Can we not talk about the curse?”

“That’s my boy.” Dad put a hand on his shoulder and seemed to ease up a little. “Ain’t nothing mystical about this condition, this HSAN. Long as you’re careful, you’ll be more than fine.”

Abel nodded. Of course there was nothing mystical. Plenty of people had this. “More than you’d think,” a lot of the doctors had said.

“No fighting,” his dad continued.

“I know.”

“No sports.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stay out of the sun whenever you can. You don’t want to burn. Getting too many sunburns could be dangerous. Very, very dangerous, you hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“You could crisp right up and never know it. Never feel a thing.”

Dad raised his hand and took a drag off his cigarette.

As quickly as he did– like magic, Abel thought– a nurse appeared behind him.

“Sir, there’s no smoking in here.”

Of course smoking would be forbidden; there were so many machines and tanks filled with gasses that could explode in an instant. His dad seemed to have forgotten.

“No smoking?” He looked down at the cigarette in his hand. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”

He dropped the butt on the floor, neglecting to put it out with the heel of his boot like Abel had seen him do dozens of times. Instead, it landed, bounced, almost in slow motion before it rolled just enough to rest next to the trailing edge of his blanket. The edge of the fabric glowed red and began to smoke.

There were a lot of words Abel wanted to use in that moment that he’d heard Thomas use before (and promptly get a lashing for). The only ones that came to his mind were ‘oh no’.

“Oh my. Look at that.” The nurse put her hands on her hips and shook her head, using the same disappointment Ma would every time she caught Abel getting a little too rambunctious. “Your bed’s on fire, I’m afraid.”

His ma’s eyes widened. “I knew it. You see, Tom? You see what I mean?” She stood and grabbed hold of Abel’s hand. “We should get going.”

“Well, shoot.” Dad was looking at the little fire with just as much quiet disappointment. “Seems you’re right, Susanna. We best get going.”

Abel began pushing himself out of bed, working through the exhaustion, but unable to move against the nurse pushing him back down.

“No, you don’t. We got some more tests to do.”

“Let me go…” Abel whimpered, looking down at the growing fire. “Please.”

The nurse shook her head, looking about as unapologetic as one could. “I’m sorry.”

“Abel, come on!” Thomas was standing in the doorway, holding it open with his back. Dad walked through it and disappeared down the hall.

“Dad!”

The fire was getting bigger. More of the blanket was falling away into ashes. 

“Come on, Abel!” Thomas yelled. “I can’t hold this door open forever!”

The nurse was still holding him down. All he wanted to do was get up and follow. His hand slipped free from his ma’s in the struggle.

“Oh, Abel.” There were more tears dripping down Ma’s cheeks. “I wish you could come with us.”

He didn’t want to stay. He didn’t want to be left behind. His own tears of terror began falling.

“I’m coming, Ma! Please don’t leave without me.”

She didn’t hear. Or didn’t listen. She was gone out the door with Dad. Abel met Thomas’s eyes one last time before he followed and the door began to slide shut.

Abel tried one more time to sit up. The fire was beginning to reach where his feet were under the blanket. The nurse pushed him back down, pressing on his shoulders. He struggled a little, but the events of the day had left him weaker than he usually felt.

“You heard your dad, Abel. No fighting.”

“But–”

“No fighting.”

He spent the last of his energy to squirm out of her grasp and make it to the floor. The door had been so close when he was in the bed, but without the extra height, the smoke in the room began crowding his eyes. He could barely see past his own hand. The nurse couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see her. Couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t hear anything except the crackling of the fire. He stumbled with his hands outstretched, trying to feel for anything. His hands landed on something rough and wooden. A stairway. The stairway at his house, back in Marfa. It wasn’t the hospital room on fire, it was his house.

With that, he remembered it all, and began to scream.

– 

At the nurses’ station, in the burn unit at Fort Sam Houston, the detector began beeping. It was a marvelous piece of machinery that let any of the staff know right away if a patient was awake. Sensors in the mattress sent a signal to a computer, which made a light flash under the number 41 on the board. The nurse on duty set down her magazine and frowned. The boy in room 41 was not supposed to be waking up. 

She made her way down the hall and adjusted his sedative drip to keep him unconscious– so his body could concentrate on healing. The operating room schedule said he was going to be getting another skin graft in the morning. The last thing he needed was to be moving around and draining what little energy his body had in the first place.

She knew his story, everyone in the hospital did. He’d been a minor celebrity for somehow surviving one of the most intense housefires their nook of Texas had ever seen, but it was still anyone’s guess how thrilled he’d be about it. 

In his slight shifting, the boy’s hair had fallen into his eyes. The nurse brushed it back gently, revealing his pale face. Thank God for small favors– at least the burns on his face were relatively minor. They’d likely fade in time and he’d be able to live a normal life, assuming he survived the next few weeks. Assuming anyone could live a normal life after their whole family had been killed.

“You’ll make it,” she whispered.

Abel shifted a little in his sleep, reaching out to the sound of her voice.

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The Pick-Up Line

A/N: Sooo here’s the next fic from my Request List, which I know for a while now has been sadly neglected! Based on the below request in which Jax has a crush on reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally gets his chance with her. I got inspired to write it for my dear @happyhunnams​’ birthday as I know she’s been excited for this one! 💝 This is also my next entry for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, Jax having a huge crush and being awk and adorbz as fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~2.8k

He’s bad.

He’s cigarettes and drugs and guns. He’s stained in blood from all the dirty jobs he’s done, from all the shit he’s hit and run. He’s inked in black and leather-clad. Some time ago he lost his wife, love of his life, and the loss drove him fucking mad. 

You look at him and you feel sad. He has two sons. Two little sons. Like he has any business raising little ones. A man like that—he really shouldn’t be a dad.

But so he is, and it’s so bad the way you almost just forget that he’s a criminal when he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss. You run the best daycare in Charming; somehow Mr. Teller always comes on time to drop off Abel in the morning, which is really quite alarming. Not so punctual for pick-up in the afternoon—but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

You yourself can feel a different kind of thrumming, every time you see Jax coming. Wish you weren’t that kind of woman. Kind of woman who would throw away her dignity to fuck the king of Charming.

God, he’s bad. And even worse, because you think about the bad guy every night and touch yourself until you burst. ‘Cause he’s the best wet dream you’ve ever fucking had.

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You’re good.

You’re pink apples and picture books and pinwheels spinning in the summer sun. You’re like a mother to his son. You’re everything he wants to have and hold, and fuck if only he should be so bold, but knows he never should.

It’s hard when every day he wakes and thinks of you as he rubs out his morning wood.

Ever since his most tragic loss, Jax hasn’t had space for a thing inside his heart other than hatred toward his sorry self for having been the cause. By now it’s been a while though. Some part of him is letting go. Yet even so part of him knows, he’ll never be the man he was.

Won’t love the way he did before. Loss changes as it ever does. Can barely recognize the widower, the killer in the mirror. Splashes water on his face, raises to meet his gaze, and takes a steady pause. Searching himself for any part of him that’s pure.

The part of him that’s real—that can still feel—that may at last have come to heal... won’t love the way he did before.

For shame, won’t ever love the same. But if his heart survives its self-inflicted war, then maybe on the other side there’s hope of loving more.

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Jax Teller owns exactly one (1) nice fucking suit.

He’s never been to a job interview. Never set foot in a corporate building or anything. Funerals and weddings? A few. But they’ve all been within the Sons’ crew; everyone knows what dress code they’re getting. All the men who attend wear their leather because showing up in a suit would be honestly rude.

Yet today Mr. Teller is asking a fine woman out on a date for the first time since... longer than he can remember. Feels like the first time in forever. He wants to dress up like a fresh fucking prince. He’s in a fucking mood.

Crisp white shirt. Sharp black slacks. Feels so spiffy it hurts; his reflection asks—you even Jax? Fiddles with this silk tie of dark blue, realizing he has no fucking clue. Glances back, checks the clock on the desk behind him, which reminds him, that he’s fucking screwed.

He’s already so late. It’s not even like this is an actual date. Hasn’t been on a real date since high school. Now here he is dressing up all nice as if this is prom night and practicing cheap pick-up lines in his room like an absolute fool.

Never once in his life has Jax Teller been anything other than cool.

Now he’s anything but, as he tries out this suit thing in place of his trusty old kutte. And it feels like he’s broken some unspoken rule.

The way that he’s clumsily fumbled his tie just resembles a soft fabric pretzel or some shit. Ugh, fuck it. This business is cruel. Roughly rips the ridiculous thing off his neck and unbuttons a couple shirt buttons, adjusting the collar in case that’ll look better—it doesn’t. Suits simply aren’t cut out for Teller and nothing is coming together. He still looks like a fucking tool.

It’s five minutes past the time he was supposed to arrive at the daycare. He still has to sort out his hair. Never felt so un-fucking-prepared.

His cell rings and he puts it on speaker, so he can use both hands to carry on primping herself for his kid’s pretty teacher.

“What’s up, Nero?” he greets his favorite wholesome sweater-sporting superhero. One of the few sources of comfort and calm in his life as a reaper.

“Hey, I’ve got Abel, Jax,” the self-proclaimed ‘companionator’ states and carries on before Jax can react. “I’m gonna take him to the playground. Told her she oughta wait up at the center in case anyone comes around, but you’ve probably got ten minutes max.”

Jax’s brows furrow. He doesn’t quite follow. “What—Nero...”

The voice on the other end lets out a gentle grandfatherly chuckle remembering what he had witnessed when he had stopped by Jax’s place a few hours ago. “Saw you practicing pick-up lines and picking out an outfit, mano. You’re not really subtle about it, you know?”

King of Charming is blushing he’s so fucking mortified. Crushing so hard he can’t hide. “Were the lines any good, though?”

Another lighthearted grandfatherly laugh makes it clear that the answer is no.

Jackson thanks him profusely before the call’s done. Asks him to send a kiss to his son. A big kiss. Fuck is he grateful that Nero did this. Though the presence of a little child would’ve kept his courtship a classier level of tame... Jax’s feelings toward you are wild and now he can flirt without filter and shame.

Nero has one piece of advice to lend, before the call comes to an end. Good father figure and an even better friend.

“And look I don’t mean to be rude... but ditch that stupid fucking suit.”

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You have no clue what Nero meant when he came by to pick up Abel and just casually suggested that you stick around awhile. But there was something... promising, in his persuasive smile. You’ve always gotten honest vibes from him and trust he’s one of the best guys around. Though you don’t know them very well, you���ve heard a lot of shit about the Teller-Morrow clan and Jax’s stepfather who’s now rotting in hell; something tells you that Jax has started to become a better man these past few years thanks to the influence of this new father figure that he’s found.

Told Nero you would wait ten minutes for whoever else may be coming around. It’s not as if you’re keeping count. You feel like it has to be Jax and just the thought makes your heart pound...

Pounds even faster, once you finally hear the rumble of his Harley and set eyes upon the sexy fucking bastard.

Typically of course he’ll come by in his car to get his son, but this fine afternoon it seems he knows that Abel is already gone. There’s no one else here at the daycare center either. Just the teacher. Owner of this place who’s desperate to get ravaged by the reaper. So if Jax is here to pick someone up you’re the only one.

You’re waiting inside and can see him through the wide window out front. Pretending to be sorting papers when your main focus is sorting out the fire in your cunt. It’s so insane the way the bright gold of his mane catches the sun. He’s in his blue jeans and black leather and although he probably left at home his go-to knife and gun, you have no doubt that in his crotch he’s still packing the biggest baddest fucking weapon, and you bet he walks with that signature swagger in his gait because his dick weighs a whole ton. 

You’re dumb enough to make eye contact through the window and he greets you with a small wave and a smile. Sort of... awkward and a little shy—got no clue why—you’ve seen him interact with other women all the time and awkward-shy is really not Jax Teller’s style.

Just figure it’s because he’s here to have some unpleasant discussion. Maybe something serious that’s going on, relating to his son. You really hope that’s not the case because you’ve come to care for Abel so much after all this while—he’s a special one—sometimes you worry that you care too much as if he’s your own child.

Shove those thoughts out of your mind as Jackson walks up to the center. As his fine ass finally enters.

Damn is he working that leather. Sometimes you wonder how he’d clean up in a snazzy suit and tie but then again you just know this look is much better. It just screams Jax Fucking Teller.

The king of Charming in all his glory just stands there for a second in the doorway.

“H-hey,” is all he manages to say.

He bites his lip and tries to take a step toward you—almost trips over his stupid big white shoes—why is he tweaking out this way? Doesn’t seem drunk or drugged. Just weirdly sort of fucked.

You’d like to fuck him even more ‘cause you’re a dirty fucking whore. You may as well bend over now to fetch the fragments of your dignity from where they’re scattered all across the floor.

“Hi,” you reply and hope he doesn’t see the pornographic sex scenes playing out in your mind’s eye. “Can I...”

Now you’re the one who’s acting silly, as your inner slut silently finishes that sentence with a whole series of filthy. The teacher-themed puns that pop into your head are so painfully stupid you feel super guilty.

... Can I teach you the ABCs? Ass, balls, and cock—shove that cock in me—fuck it in deep till your balls slap my ass, baby.

... Can I teach you some calculus for a minute? With you I’m such a kinky bitch I have no limits. I’m serious, the limit just doesn’t exist.

... Can I teach you how to play nice during recess? You be Simon and I’ll do whatever you say. It’s the best way to play. Just tell me to bend over and I’ll let you fuck me to pieces. All day every day.

This is really not fucking okay.

“Umm...” you stammer, as Jax slowly crosses the room. Hoping he doesn’t hear your heart thud like a hammer. State something obvious because it’s safe although it’s dumb, and no doubt he already knows it anyway. “You’re a bit late for pick-up today.”

He smiles that sheepishly soft little smile again. The total opposite of classic hardcore Jackson. “Yeah, I’m not here to pick up my son.”

Rehearsed a thousand fucking pick-up lines before he came but for the life of him can’t even think of one.

It should be obvious he’s here to hit on you. But he’s not smooth enough to say it or to show you that it’s true. Instead he gestures at the room so full of playful toys and pretty decorations, this colorful haven of growth and education. “So, um... it looks like you know how to make learning fun.”

What the actual fuck, Jackson. He grabs his inner idiot by the scruff and fucking smacks him. 

Meanwhile you’re swooning ‘cause you think his inner idiot is adorable as shit. And though what he just said was stupid, it provides you with a nice outlet to talk about your passions. “Yeah, I—I just remember back when I was young which classes were my favorite. When the teachers put the effort in to make lessons engaging it was always so appreciated. I was lucky enough to have lots of good teachers so I loved school as a kid.”

Probably just rambled way too much but it helps you stay sane and stable when you fill the space with words. Otherwise in silence, you feel yourself so tense, so wet it hurts. No man on earth ever looked so good but you still know he’s bad news and it’s the worst.

Jax looks as if he’s hanging hard on every single word you say. You still have no fucking idea what’s gotten into him today. 

His smile softens and brightens a bit, as he hears how you loved school as a kid. “I bet you did. I bet you always aced it. Whereas me...” now finally he summons up the courage to say something just a little slick and nasty, though he’s terrified that it’ll go over badly, “...I’d always got a big fat D.”

A big fat—yes, he honestly just said that.

And he’s not the only one who can play bad.

Now that your inner slut has just been hit by Jax’s truck, she plays right back with a suggestive shrug. “Tough luck. If you’d just stooped a little lower then you could’ve had an F for Fuck.”

This game does not stop once it starts. You both play hard. He feeds ferociously off your flickering fire, triggering his own desire; he’s no longer shy and awkward as his stiff dick takes the focus off his nervous little heart.

“Me, stoop lower?” Jax echoes your words with a devilish snicker and takes a step closer. “Nah, I was always the one who made bitches go down and bend over.”

“Of course you were. Bet you think you still are, too. With a face like that, a dick so big and fat, I bet getting the girl was never hard to do.”

“Yeah, I could get any damn girl I want to,” he snarls. So close now that his maddening masculine scent makes your toes curl. Won’t touch you just yet, but in his gaze of brilliant blue you can read words unsaid: I want you.

This is what you want too. But for just a while longer, you want to prolong this dance. Further provoke his hunger. See if this is just sex or perhaps something deeper and stronger. Get back to that soft side of Jackson, a sweet glimpse of tenderness you would’ve never imagined. That Prince Fucking Charming who might really like you and give you a whirlwind romance... if you’d give him the chance...

But no matter how charming he seems, you remind yourself now that he can’t be the man of your dreams. He just can’t. He’s still so fucking bad in so many ways you simply can’t fucking stand…

And he’s reading your mind in this instant. The silent few seconds you’ve spent. You’re leaning against your desk now, and he still hasn’t touched you but feels like he’s fucking inside you somehow.

“Listen, Y/N,” he urges you gently, voice shaken yet steady. “Before I came over here, I practiced lines in the mirror. That’s not something I fucking do. I’ve been freaking out over how badly I find myself wanting you.”

You’re freaking out over how you feel all that he’s saying is true.

“Maybe that sounds like a line but it’s not. This is the only pick-up line I’ve got: I like you. A lot. And I know I’m not right for you. But I—I want to be, honestly, and if you let me then I’ll keep on trying to.”

No doubt he’s lied to girls before. And yet somehow you feel so sure, that you’re not someone he would ever dream of lying to. You have no clue just how you know but you just do.

“I don’t really do romance. But with you I’m fucking dying to. We can go on cute dates and star-gaze and slow dance. Be stupid and crazy. If you want that as badly as I do... then baby, just give me a chance.”

There is no way in hell you could say no to that. And you don’t even care if it’s bad, that right now from the start, as Jax Teller begins to make his way home into your heart... first things first, you want his dick to rip you apart. Now that his little pick-up line worked, he has won his way into your pants.

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Hazing Chapter 26

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After a few weeks of Wendy visiting her son, Nina was exhausted. It was mentally exhausting having her over every week. No matter how often she tried to tell Jax he was adamant in having her and Lily presence during the visitations. So, Nina grinned and bared it. She was glad Wendy did not come for her again and seemed to stay in her own lane though and that was a plus. As Jax healed Gemma was the one to pick up the boys to take to Tara’s. After a few weeks Jax took over. Nina was glad she didn’t have to see Tara as well as she did not think she had it in her to deal with two baby mommas constantly. Plus seeing Tara would be a trigger for her. Nina was sitting on the couch looking up homes online as Jax came home from dropping off the boys. “How did it go?” Nina asked looking at him as he took off his cut and shoes. “Fine. She seems to be in good spirits.”

“Were you over there this whole time or did you stop by the club?” Nina did notice Jax was gone for hours, and he did not call.

“I stayed for lunch.” Jax told her with a hint of guilt in his voice.

“You stayed for lunch? Why?”

“She made lunch and I did not want to be rude.”

Nina felt a twinge of jealousy.

“Jax, you need to keep your distance. It should only be about the kids. You do not want to give her a false since of hope. I know she still loves you and I know you still love her.”

Jax sat the boys on the couch, sat next to Nina and caressed her cheek to put her mine at ease. “You have nothing to worry about, you and the kids are my everything.” Nina felt a little better as she snuggled up to him. “Did you find a home that you like yet?” Nina smiled to herself as she showed Jax the homes she marked as favorites on her phone. They were finally making the moves to move in with each other. Nina did decide to continue commuting to school as she did not have much longer before she graduated. It was still stressful, but she was insistent on graduating from her HBCU. She hated that she gave up her job at the boutique and was solely dependent on Jax, but it was a risk she was willing to take. Since Jax was healing well she might take his suggestion and find a part-time job in Charming. Nina loved her family with all her heart, and she needed to start making moves just as Jax did for them all to be under one roof. Also, they were getting married, and she needed to stop dragging her feet.

Jax liked the houses she had chosen and told her to set up appointments with the realtor. Jax was excited that Nina had finally come around and decided to marry him. He could never imagine that fateful night in the bar would lead to where he is now in his life. He could not be happier.

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“We need to get rid of Nina.” Wendy told Tara as she paced back and forth in Tara’s apartment. “What do you mean get rid of her?” Tara asked suspiciously. “We need to remove her from Jax so you can get full custody and I can see Abel more. She is a nuisance, and I can’t believe Jax is still with her.” Wendy was so sick of looking at Nina every time she went to see her son. Nina’s very presence irritated her. It annoyed her to know that Nina was basically still a child and was raising her and Tara’s sons mostly.

“I think I can get him back.” Tara revealed to Wendy. Wendy looked at Tara suspiciously. “How?”

Tara smiled. “I have my ways. Jax will always love me, and I will work on making sure he realizes it again.”

Wendy waved her hand in dismissal to Tara’s idea. “That will take to long and we need a faster solution.”

“He stayed for lunch the other day and we talked like we use too.”

“Lunch? Tara please….I can see if you fucked him. Then we would be getting somewhere.”

“It’s only a matter of time. One thing about Jax is he will never be monogamous.”

“That’s true.” Wendy agreed. “You have 30 days and then we work on a plan B.”

Tara nodded in agreement. “Consider it done.”

Continue reading here.

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woah... He's worth it, was so heavy on drama, angst and emotions. Wendy with her bitch move, oh I love lawyer Iris (🤞 for somemore of that), Posie being the perfect blend of James and Iris that she is-calm, processing, trusting & so strong like her parents.

James and Ransom's talk got me shed a few tears 😢.. finally someone actually talking to James than just telling him to get over fact hat his daughter has a boyfriend. we all know that Jax is far from an ideal partner a father would hope for her daughter, so Jamie was not wrong in not simply accepting Jax for his perfect sweet daughter. He gets to share his pov with someone who understands it more than anybody else, and in return Ransom also makes him see that at the end all it matters is Posie's happiness.

I'm sorry if i rambled.. but this post just got me good. and please tell me Posie 's birth control pills conspiracy won't work in Wendy/ Gemma 's favor.

Wendy knew exactly what she was doing going into Iris’s office. Her office isn’t even close to where she works either. All a ploy. She just wanted Iris to know that Jax has a baby.

Posie is so overwhelmed, it’s a shock, and you know she’s just processing everything that’s going on. She can tell that Jax did not know about Abel. He has no reason to lie, but still she’s eighteen and learning that her boyfriend has a possible son, and the manipulation that Wendy did to him.

James needed that talk. And needed it to come from Ransom and from his perspective as a father. Ransom really lucked up in the daughters husbands, but they all collectively went through it with Story. And James saw her and Carter suffer. It’s not easy seeing your children grow up and need you less. And James has a right to be reserved with Jax. Ransom was angry at James and he was like picture perfect. And James is struggling. He doesn’t hate Jax, he is well aware of how happy he’s making Posie. But it is a struggle and now, we have this and it’s back to him bucking up.

You’re fine for rambling. This part got to me writing it, and the storm is only starting to brew. I can’t tell you much about the future, but just trust that Posie and Jax are it for each other. Those two adore each other. They want a family together, albeit they have a five year plan. We’re going to see Posie grow up pretty fast, because while we haven’t seen the paternity test, Jax is Abel’s father. But Wendy is a conniving bitch. Abel was fully aware of who Jax was, knew him, knew that he sees Posie. Why do you think that is?

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begin again - part three

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Jax grow closer... I don't know what else to say without revealing spoilers haha

Word count: 4k words

Warnings: very bad language, mentions of blood, physical & verbal abuse, angsty & some fluff

Author's note: I appreciate all the positive feedback I've received this far! It's much appreciated :) also, I'm bad at writing these summaries

If you’re in an abusive relationship or you suspect that someone you know is being abused, speak up and reach out to the correct people!

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

PART ONE | PART TWO

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He’s late. The thought brings about a familiar uneasiness and your mind conjures images of a bloodied Jax lying unconscious in some dingy ditch. Jesus Christ.

“Mommy, why did you stop reading?”

S/N’s soft voice draws you back to reality. You look over to his bed where he’s laying beside Abel. “Did I stop reading?”

He giggles, “Yep.”

Oh. You look down at the book in your hand then back up at the boys. “I’m sorry, ace. I guess Mommy’s a bit tired.” And apparently, she’s distracted. You look back down at the book, willing yourself to remember your place.

“Cooper the Cat was stuck in the tree,” he reminds you.

“Right, Cooper the Cat!” your eyes hastily skim through the short paragraphs until you land at the right sentence. “Got it. ‘Help!’ cried Cooper from the tree…”

And just like that, all thoughts of Jax and his safety are shoved to the back of your mind to deal with at a later time. It’s your lucky day today, the boys have had a long day and they’re out before you reach the end of the book.

“I love you, ace,” you whisper to your son after you’ve kissed him goodnight.

It’s because of your love for S/N that you left Jax and the endless bullshit that comes with him. Anxiety-filled nights like this one are a thing of your past and you know you can’t allow yourself to be consumed by thoughts of him. Once you start, there’s no stopping you. You know this, very well, so why is there a sick feeling twisting in your gut? Because a small part of you is still in love with your ex.

Hope blooms when your phone vibrates in your pocket but it’s only B/N. It’s not that you’re not happy to see your boyfriend’s name on your phone screen, but the anxiety’s gnawing at your mind, and you’re desperate for it to be put to sleep. Fortunately for you, B/N’s in high spirits. He’s been frustrated with you lately, and wants you back in Charlotte — his insecurities about Jax are beginning to show.

It’s for that reason that you don’t tell him about S/N’s friendship with Abel.

“This time next week, you and S/N will be back home,” he muses.

“Yeah, we both can’t wait.” You feel disappointed at the realization, “It feels like forever, doesn’t it?”

And S/N has been asking about B/N more and more these days but you don’t tell that to him, afraid that he’ll catch the earliest flight to California. Truthfully, you’re not exactly ready to let Jax out of your life which you’ll be forced to do if B/N’s in Charming. You see, he’s… protective and doesn’t like the idea of you hanging around men. Especially Jax. Hell, he almost stopped you from attending your own mother’s funeral.

Of course, it was under the guise of being the protective boyfriend. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to be in the same town as your violent biker ex?” He said all the right things and did everything in his power to talk you out of the decision but in the end, he failed to convince you to stay away.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

You hang up just in time to hear Jax’s motorcycle pull up out front. The relief is quickly overshadowed by concern when you open the door and are greeted by a bloody-faced Jax.

“I’m late.”

“I’m more concerned about that gash on your brow. Come in.” You open the door wider, “If you’re here to get Abel, he’s asleep. You can fetch him in the morning.”

“Shit.” You step aside to allow him access into the house, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I got caught up in Oakland.”

“It’s fine. S/N was happy to have Abel stay the night.”

He smiles, “Thank you.”

You return his smile, “We should clean that before it gets infected.” Before you can process your actions, you’re leaning closer to take a better look at the cut. “I can’t see much, you should rinse it with water. I’ll go grab the first aid kit.”

“It’s late, I’ll have Chibs take care of the cut.”

“Meet me in the kitchen,” you start for the bathroom, “rinse the cut.”

You grab the first aid kit from the bathroom and find Jax sitting at the breakfast table, pensively staring into space, a half-drunk bottle of water sitting in front of him.

“Here.”

Your voice pulls him from his reverie. His eyes drop to the pill container in your hand and he arches a brow.

“It’s for the pain.”

“Thanks.” He accepts the pills and pops the cap open, “I should’ve called.”

“It’s fine.” You do your best to keep a casualness in your voice when you ask, “What was happening in Oakland? Is everyone okay?”

He gazes at you for a long while before he responds, gauging where your head is at. “Yeah, we’re all fine.”

“Should I be worried?”

He slowly shakes his head, “No.”

You watch him take the pain medication, there are so many questions to ask, questions only Jax has answers to.

“Is it safe for you to be here?”

He swallows the pills and smiles, “I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t safe. Don’t worry, you and S/N are safe.”

Hesitantly, you nod as you pull a chair from the table. In a bid to lighten the mood, you tell him, “No offense, Jackie, but you look like shit.”

“I feel like shit,” he chuckles.

You take your seat in front of him and suppress the urge to smile, “Who punched your handsome mug?”

“I was pistol-whipped.”

“Ouch.” Scooting forward in your chair, you lean towards Jax to get a better look at the rinsed cut, and for a very brief moment, your eyes lock with his before they dart up to his cut. “It’s like the good ol’ days, isn’t it?”

“You playin’ nurse?”

“Yeah.”

Back in the day, nights like these were common. Jax would sit at this very table, at the very chair he’s sat on, whilst you tended to his cuts and bruises. Mother would be sitting in the living room, hurling insults at both you and Jax. She would take any chance to remind you that you were making a mistake you would regret for the rest of your life.

“Your mom hated me.”

Your eyes lock with his, “In her defense, you would always be finding ways to antagonize her.”

And in return, your mother would call Jax all kinds of names but even that wouldn’t keep him away. Nothing ever could keep him from you. Memories of Jax sneaking into your room late at night come to mind. “I had to come kiss my girl goodnight,” he’d tell you.

“We were pretty wild back then,” you reminisce.

And you were madly in love with each other, however, you keep that part to yourself. The situation’s complicated enough without the added layer. You’ve barely mustered the courage to mention B/N’s existence to Jax because, in all honesty, you’re not quite sure how he might react to another man raising his son. The thought of his reaction fills you with dread. Heaven knows he’ll give you a hard time about leaving next week.

Gah, it’s all too much! With a shake of your head, you dismiss all thoughts and grab the ointment from the kit. “Shall we?”

He nods and shuts his eye for you to apply it on the cut. A silence descends upon the kitchen and neither of you makes an effort to fill it.

“You’re good to go,” you announce once you’re done.

“Thanks.”

“I couldn’t risk it getting infected.”

More than anything, you don’t want S/N to see Mommy’s friend sporting cuts on his face. He’ll ask questions, probably mention it to B/N, and you’re not looking to have that drama in your life.

“Are you hungry? I’m assuming you haven’t had your dinner…”

“Nah, but I should get going.”

Your mood deflates at his announcement. The truth is you don’t want him to leave but how do you stop him without giving him the wrong idea? Why are you even stopping him from leaving?

“Stay,” you blurt out.

“Stay?”

“Yeah, there’s the guest bedroom. It’s late and you’re medicated and you shouldn’t be driving and–”

“I have nothing to wear.”

“Sure you do.” You take a breath to compose yourself, “I was cleaning out the closets the other day and I found some of your old stuff. They’re clean, I uh, washed them. Everything is oversized, they should still fit you.”

You had intended to take them to Goodwill and you will but right now, Jax needs them.

“Look, I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

It isn’t a lie but it isn’t the full truth. Honestly? You just want him near you. It’s wrong, and you understand the implications and know that B/N won’t be happy should he find out, but one night wouldn’t be harmful to anyone, right? Besides, he’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom.

He thoughtfully considers your proposition. After a stretched silence, he reluctantly accepts your offer.

“Great,” you perk up, “I’ll warm up your dinner.”

You make some conversation over dinner, none of the heavy shit, mostly catching up on all you’ve missed in the four years you’ve been away. He tells you about the club, and that Opie met someone and they’re now married.

“And how about you? Is there anyone special in your life?”

He doesn’t answer your question, not that you expect him to. You just can’t help but be curious. After dinner, he heads over to the bathroom to take his shower whilst you load the dishwasher and dig through the laundry to look for Jax’s old t-shirts and sweats. The guilt sets in and you fight the urge to call B/N to tell him about Jax.

You’re dialing his number when you stop yourself. “Geez, Y/N!” you toss your phone into the laundry basket and step back to create distance between you and the device. Think about this. The last thing you need is B/N bulldozing into Charming and starting shit with Jax and the M.C. — that could be fatal. No, Jax staying the night is you helping out an old friend, there’s nothing more to it.

Grabbing the folded pile of clothing, you make your way down the hall to the guest bedroom and find Jax waiting patiently on the bed for you. Nothing but a towel tied around his waist.

“I should’ve knocked, I’m sorry.”

He rises off the bed and that’s when you get a clear view of his torso, and the tattoo inscribed on his ribcage.

“You’ve proved your point, Jax, now let’s go.” “No, why?” You look over your shoulder to the big, tattooed man standing over by the counter, laughing at whatever joke he’s just been told. You’re at some grimy tattoo parlor, somewhere in Reno, and Jax’s about to get your name tattooed on his body. His ribcage to be exact. The sentiment is sweet, you admit, but it’s a permanent decision, and you’re only 17. You look back at Jax who’s now laying shirtless on the tattoo chair, “Do you realize how insane this is?” He smiles brightly as he shakes his head. “Do you have a death wish? Gemma’ll kill us both when she sees this.” Part of her rage will be due to the fact that it’s your name on his ribcage instead of hers. “And what if they find out we’ve lied about our age?” “Babe, will you relax? They won’t, this place is a dump.” Which is exactly why he shouldn’t get his first-ever tattoo done here. “There’s no talking you out of this, huh?” “No.” He laces his fingers with yours and raises your hand to press a kiss to its back, “This is what I want to do. I don’t care what my mom thinks.” “And the pain? You don’t care about that either?” He shakes his head, “No.” You glance at the stencil transfer on his ribcage and sigh. “I know you don’t have to do this–” “I want to do this.” “And there’s clearly no talking you out of this.” “Yeah.” You squeeze his hand and flash him a reassuring smile, “Do you want me to hold your hand?” His smile returns, brighter than ever, “I’d appreciate it, darlin’.” “You’re insane, you know that, right?” He nods. “Only because I love you.” You lean over to lock your lips in a kiss — you don’t doubt it for a second.

You pry your eyes from his torso, forcing yourself to face the now smirking Jax. Right, his clothes!

You hold out the pile to him, “Did you put your clothes in the hamper?”

He accepts them and murmurs ‘thanks’ before he responds to your question. “Yeah, just like you said.”

“Okay,” you fight off the urge to look down at his ribcage. He kept it. “I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight Jax.”

Spinning on your heels, you scurry out the room before you do something you’ll regret later.

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“Mommy! Come see!”

S/N and Abel’s laughter sounds from the living room. Saturday mornings have always been your favorite. Sleeping in is always a winner in your books, a vital part of any Saturday routine, and once you’re up, B/N takes S/N out of the house whilst you prepare breakfast. Last weekend was S/N’s first Saturday away from B/N and he was miserable. This Saturday is different.

“Mommy?” More laughter sounds, “You will miss it!”

Lowering the heat, you abandon your cooking and make your way over to the living room. A slouched Jax is taking up most of the three-seater with S/N and Abel on either side of him, all three pairs of eyes fixed on the television screen.

“What’s got you laughing so much, ace?” You take a seat on the armrest and press a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “Beaky Buzzard?”

“Yeah.” He looks up at you, “Are you coming to sit with us?”

“No, Mommy’s got to make breakfast.”

You’d like nothing more than to stick around and watch cartoons with them but there’s breakfast to prepare. When you walk back into the kitchen, you discover your phone vibrating on the counter and you just know it’s B/N. It’s his fifth attempt in the last half-hour, probably looking to speak to S/N, but that just isn’t a good idea. Not when Jax is in the house. You’re being deceitful to both parties, but the timing just isn’t right.

B/N would lose it if he found out about Jax’s regular visits, and you don’t know how Jax would react to B/N’s existence in your life and the role he plays in your son’s life. It would ruin a perfectly good morning. The day got off to a good start with the news of the sale of your childhood home, and your son’s mood is the best it’s been all week. Why would you even think to ruin it by starting trouble with B/N?

It’s not worth it. You’ll just have to come up with a story to tell him later.

“Breakfast is served!”

The boys come barreling in and take their places at the breakfast table. You assist the two youngest boys to plate up their food before you plate up for yourself. Everyone digs into the food, and the compliments you receive are a definite boost for the ego. You listen intently as S/N and Abel excitedly recount the Looney Tune episode they’d watched earlier and S/N’s beside himself with laughter.

The happy moment is disrupted by the unwelcomed vibration of your phone on the counter.

“Is that Daddy calling?”

Shit! You wince at the name ‘Daddy’. It’s what S/N always calls B/N but somehow, it doesn’t feel right when Jax’s sitting across the table from him.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah, ace?” you look over to him, very aware of Jax’s eyes burning into the back of your head.

“Is that Daddy calling?”

“No, it’s probably the estate agent.” It’s not a convincing lie, but you’re caught off guard and can’t come up with something better. “She’s calling about the house.”

“When is Daddy calling?”

“Probably later.” You hate that you’re being so dismissive. “We’ll call him after Abel and Jax leave, okay?”

He looks like he might ask another question, maybe press for a better answer, but he resumes eating his food. You avoid Jax’s eyes for the remainder of breakfast. He helps you clear the table and load the dishwasher in painful silence. Once Jax has helped you load the dishes, he leaves you alone in the kitchen. Can the morning get any worse? Apparently, it can. You unlock your phone to find multiple texts from an irate B/N.

He didn’t take kindly to you ignoring all ten of his calls. Shit. You’re on the verge of tears when Jax saunters into the kitchen.

“Abel and I are leaving.”

You nod, unsure of how to respond. “You’ll ride on your bike with Abel?”

“No. Ratboy’s waiting out front with the van.”

“Ratboy?”

“The new prospect.”

“And will we see Abel tomorrow?”

His impassive expression says it all. Your gut twists with anxiety at the thought of not seeing Jax again before you leave Charming. How do you make this right?

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He slowly shakes his head. Just then S/N and Abel sprint into the kitchen, bustling with energy. Abel hugs you goodbye before the boys run back out of the kitchen and out of the house onto the front yard.

“I’m leaving my bike here. I’ll come by to get it later.”

“Cool. Yeah, that’s fine.”

You walk Jax out, and just like he’d said, Ratboy is waiting out front in a black van. Together with S/N, you watch Jax and Abel climb into the van and drive off.

“Can we call Daddy now?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” you lift him up and carry him towards the house. “Did you have a good time with Abel?”

He nods his little human head, a bright grin plastered on his perfect face. Once inside the house, you dial B/N’s number but he doesn’t pick up, in fact, it seems his phone’s off. Strange.

“I think his phone’s off, ace.”

His face falls. In an effort to brighten his mood, you suggest driving over to the playground.

“When is Abel coming back to play?”

You inwardly sigh. It looks like today’ll be one long ass day.

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The last person you expect to find standing on the other side of your front door is B/N and yet here he is, and he looks anything but pleased with you. Oh, shit. Your heart sinks at the sight of him, the chill of fear coursing through your body, and your mouth dries.

“B/N?”

His unsettling smile causes the hairs on the back of your neck to raise. “Hi, Toots. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Your movement’s robot-like as you step away from the door to make way for him. He walks past you, and once inside, his eyes search around the small space.

“Are you home alone?”

You seem to have forgotten how to speak.

“Toots?”

“S/N… He’s, uh… He’s asleep.”

He murmurs a soft ‘good’ before he turns around to pull you into an embrace. For a moment, you stand frozen, your brain seized up and you feel like a foreigner in your own body.

“What’s the matter, Toots? You don’t look too happy to see me. Were you expecting someone else?”

Yes. “No.” Moving one arm at a time, you return B/N’s embrace and do your best to calm your nerves. You’ve done nothing wrong, he’s not going to hurt you, you repeat over and over until he releases you from his hold. “I just wasn’t expecting you to come all this way.”

“It’s only a five-hour flight.”

Why the fuck are you here?

As if he read your mind, he tells you. “I missed you guys so much, I thought I’d surprise you,” with a tight smile, he adds, “You’re not very good at answering my calls.”

“I’m sorry.”

B/N hauls his luggage from the porch and dumps it onto the floor before he makes his way over to the living room. You follow slowly behind him, watching as he settles onto the couch and searches for the television remote.

“C-can I get you anything?”

“Join me,” it’s an order.

You drag your feet over to the couch and take your place next to him. Casually, he slings an arm over your shoulder and forcefully pulls you into his side.

“There. Now you’re close.”

You can’t bring yourself to fake a smile. Too petrified. He presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers into your ear to relax.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

He’s told you that lie far too many times in the past.

“Are you enjoying being back in Charming?”

You nod, the words caught in your throat.

“What are you? Mute? Use your fucking words, Toots.”

“It’s good to be back.” Your voice is shaky, barely recognizable. “I missed it here”

His fingers start stroking up and down your upper arm. “Good.”

Your eyes fix on the blank television screen in front of you.

“Is he here? Is he hiding in one of the rooms?”

“Who?”

“Your white trash biker ex!”

You jump up, surprised by him raising his voice so suddenly. “Jax? No! Why would he be here?”

“You lying piece of shit,” he spits out, shoving you away from him, the force sending you to the ground. “I saw his bike parked out front. I’ll ask you again, is he here?”

“No, B/N,” tears fill your eyes, you know exactly what’s to follow but still, you plead, “Don’t do this here. Not now, please, baby.”

“Shut up!” He raises to his feet, towering over you, and kicks at your trembling frame. “No one’s touched you, why the fuck are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” You swipe the tears from your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t… I don’t know whose bike that is.”

“Are you cheating on me, you whore?”

Frantically, you shake your head.

“I said use your fucking words.”

You bring a trembling hand to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

“I asked you a question, you dumb bitch!”

“No. No. No.” You crawl over to him, closing the distance between you. “I’d never, baby. Never ever.”

“That doesn’t explain why a bike’s parked outside your house.”

“B/N, please,” you plead softly. “S/N’s asleep, we can do this another–”

The words are lost when he harshly grabs your face and shoves you onto your back. Both hands cover your mouth to muffle your pained cries. He’s vicious, and tonight, he’s out for blood.

“Get up, you–”

Knock, knock, knock! You’ve never been more relieved in your life. B/N shoots you a warning glare, daring you to make a move. A few moments later, the knocks sound again, a little louder this time around.

“Y/N?”

It’s Jax. You are faced with two decisions: do you call for Jax to help you or do you take your deserved punishment?

“Y/N?” he knocks louder. “Are you in there?”

You’re sobbing so much, your body’s trembling. B/N kneels beside you, placing two additional hands over the ones already covering your mouth. His additional weight pushes your head further into the hard ground, causing your head to hurt. It’s sure to leave a bruise. With a final knock, Jax gives up and some moments later, you hear his motorcycle ride off. Once he’s certain Jax’s left, B/N removes his hands.

“Why is he here at this hour?”

“I don’t know.” You gasp when he wraps his hand around your neck and applies pressure, making it difficult for you to breathe. “B/N, please…”

“You’ll regret cheating on me,” he murmurs softly before his hand connects with your cheek in a hard slap.

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PART FOUR

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Father of the Bride

For last week’s FanFic Friday, for @rebelwrites​ ‘writing challenge! I had a billion smutty ideas, which I cannot, for the life of me, find a decent way to write.. !!! Gif credits to gif maker, SoA credits to Kurt Sutter. 

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Warnings: None really. Except that this is present time therefore, Kerrianne is more than of age, don’t worry!

- Do you think I’m ok? 

- I think you’re handsome and that she’s a very lucky girl! Come on, calm down big guy, you’ll be fine, you said, fixing your younger brother’s tie. 

He was marrying into the Sons of Anarchy, well, sort of. He fell madly in love with Kerrianne Larkin-Telford the second he met her. Even though, she was the shyest person to ever walk the face of the Earth, even though, her father and his surroundings were terrifying to him, he still loved her madly. And they dated, ever since they were in highschool. You couldn’t actually believe that your baby brother was gonna get married way before you, like that, but nonetheless, you were stoked to be there for him. 

Your parents both being deceased for a couple years now, you brother ask you to walk with him in the beautiful small church they picked to get married into. You were less than thrilled with the idea of spending the entire evening with Chibs as you mostly despised everything he represented. And since Fiona, mother-of-the-bride, was gonna be there with her new boyfriend, leaps and bounds ahead of the Irish Gangster that she had years ago, Chibs was bound to be sitting with you. It was for your baby brother so you smiled to him and grabbed his arm as the bells started ringing and the music started playing. 

You slipped in the first pew as your brother walked all the way to the front. Then, came in the bride and her parents. She looked beautiful, still trying to shy away from all the attention she was currently receiving. You looked at Fiona, who was already teary eyed and turned to Chibs next, and to your absolute surprise, the first thought crossing your mind was «Damn, Telford». Not that you had never noticed he was an handsome man, but you’ve always despised him more than you’ve managed to accept the way you felt around him. 

He kissed Kerrianne’s cheek and sat down in the first pew as well. He turned his head slightly and saw you looking at him. You could see both the smirk forming on his lips and the twinkle sparkling in his eyes, which rendered you annoyed and embarrassed. The ceremony was beautiful, everything went according to the plans, including Abel and Thomas, who brought the rings the new husband and wife. 

The reception being in a different location, everyone moved out of the church and to their respective vehicle, when the ceremony was over and the front porch picture taken. The newlyweds took off in a beautiful retro car driven by none other than Tig Trager (although not knowing them very well, your brother has been very colourful in his description of his bride’s second family). Coming in with your brother, you didn’t have a car to use to change location because seriously, why would you have thought of that… You turned around to find a familiar face you could hitch a ride with but the only person you knew who was still there was, who else, Mr Telford. He looked up from his bike and saw you. He must have gathered your helplessness from his spot, because he motioned for you to come closer. You hesitated but, what other option did you have, at this point? You walked closer to him and gathered every ounce of happiness from the event left in you in order to keep a friendly face throughout the entire interaction. 

- Looks like you’re walking to the lunch, now, doesn’t it?!

Well this was gonna be harder than you thought. 

- Well, aren’t you hilarious…

- Want a ride?

- On your bike.. ? you asked, although, the second the words left your mouth, you regretted them. 

- Yes, of course… unless… he had a devilish smirk on his face. 

- Never mind, I’ll hitchhike there if I have to. 

You turned around and started walking away, embarrassed and beet red. You heard him sigh and follow you. He grabbed your forearm, making you turn around and you look at him. You avoided his gaze while he spoke softly: 

- I was kidding, don’t go hitchhiking and please let me give you a ride. 

He didn’t let go of your arm while you pondered your options. You simply nodded and let him guide you back to his bike. 

Once at the reception, of course, as you had figured, you were sat right next to him at the table. You poured yourself some wine to, at least, get passed the awkwardness of everything. As the night went on, you found yourself more comfortable in his presence, less aware at all times of him. You even managed to strike a conversation with him that ended in fits of laughter. You could see, from the corner of your eye, that your brother was glowing from everything going on. At some point, Chibs excused himself for a minute and you were left looking the guests present. You didn’t have a big family, so the people were mostly Kerri & you brother’s friends, Kerri’s family and her biker family. 

- Hey pretty face, gotta name that matches it? the unknown voice and awkward pickup line startled you. 

- I’m sorry, what? you replied, actually giving the guy a second chance at being better at this. 

The guy, unfortunately, didn’t take his chance and repeated himself, even more awkwardly than the first time and you couldn’t help but feel a little trapped by the way he was towering you while you were still sat down. He stood so close to you that he actually blocked you form seeing Chibs had come back. 

- I think «Pretty Face» would rather you be gone. 

- I think I didn’t ask you, grandpa, he answered without actually looking at him, unaware who he was talking to.

- I wouldn’t say that again, if I were you, Chibs answered, through his teeth. 

The guy finally dared looking at the Scots but realized his mistake the second he saw the patches. He left, almost running backwards, never wanting to look away to make sure he wasn’t being followed. 

- Pretty face says thanks! you said, smiling. 

- Well, what can I say, terrible pickup line, very factual statement though, he winked at you. 

You felt your cheeks burning and immediately, a hand ran over your left one, as Chibs pushed back a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, bringing his face slightly closer to yours, in the process. 

- Even prettier when you blush, for your information, he whispered, smirk plastered on his face. Which of the 2 newlyweds would be most disgusted if I were to kiss you, Kerri seeing her sister in law kissing her father or your brother seeing his sister kiss his father-in-law?

He didn’t leave you enough time to answer before his lips came crashing on yours. He held both sides of your face making your head dizzy just with the feeling of his thumbs running slowly across your cheeks. You held onto his forearm as you kissed him back. 

- I thought you didn’t like me, he said, when pulling away.

- So did I. 

He laughed at your honesty but pulled you back in for another kiss. 

- You may now kiss the father of the bride, you heard Tig say, from behind you, while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

- If you insist, you answered, confidently grabbing Chibs face in your hands and pulling him to you. 

Taglist : @chibsytelford​ @redpoodlern​

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Cain and Abel Wept 16/?

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Gasp, two chapters in less than 24 hours! Wow, don't get used to that lol

Bruce liked to pride himself on his self-control.

Right now, his self-control was seconds away from snapping. (Talia seemed to have that effect on him.)

“What are you doing here, Talia,” he asked as he led her away from his children. He didn’t want the woman anywhere near Jason, Danny, or Damian. (His three children that had a history with her and the League.)

“What does it look like, beloved? I’m here to make sure my children are safe. You didn’t notice that these cretins were in your city. What if they attacked Danny? Or one of our other two boys?”

Bruce frowned before what Talia said hit him, “Jason isn’t your son,” he growled.

“Really? Last I checked, I nursed him back to health and gave him back his mind. I taught him and gave him what he needed and then some.”

“You mean you kept him away from his family, brainwashed him, and used him as your weapon while turning him into a killer,” Bruce countered, “Just like you did Damian like you did Danny.  Make no mistake, Talia, I will do everything in my power to keep you away from my children.”

Talia sneered before composing herself, “I’m not here to fight, Bruce. I want to make sure my children are safe. Under these so-called laws, all our children would be considered ecto-entities, and they’re here. What are you doing to keep them safe?”

“Keeping Danny off your property isn’t keeping him safe. Jason is still doing patrols, and Damian left the manor with little protection. So, Bruce, why shouldn’t I take our children from this forsaken country and put them somewhere safe?”

“They won’t go with, and you know that. Do you think I don’t want to keep my children safe? Don’t you think I want to wrap them in bubble wrap and keep them in the manor? I do, but I don’t want to alienate them, either.”

“Grow up, Bruce. Being a parent means making decisions that make your children mad at you. They’ll get over it.”

“The way Damian has gotten over it? Or Danny? Jason? I don’t claim to be perfect, but at least I haven’t turned my children against me permanently, Talia. Last I checked, none of the boys want to talk to you, let alone love you.”

Everyone turned to look at the sound of the slap Talia gave Bruce.

“I have done everything in my power to keep my children safe; I regret many things, Bruce, but do not take that away from me. Keep our children safe, or I will.”

Bruce watched as Talia left with her assassins.

“Bruce, what did Talia say,” Jason asked as he approached him.

“Hm,” he said before turning to the Fentons, “I need to talk to Danny and the Fentons.”

____

Danny didn’t like his choices, but he wanted to keep his family safe. It was either moving to the manor until his parents could meet with the UN in a few days or moving to another country and letting the Justice League take care of the GIW.

“Dann-o, whatever you want, we’ll follow. As long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter. Right now, we have to think about the bigger picture, not just us.”

Danny bit his bottom lip. At this point, it wasn’t about being selfish; it was about the pros and cons.

Cons if they stayed: his family would be in danger, he would have to stay with the Waynes, and Danny’s life would be in danger.

Pros: Danny could control the narrative of the Anti-Ecto Act laws, and Danny would be in familiar territory. Danny would be able to protect any ghost that accidentally got in the clutches of the GIW…and he could stay closer to Damian.

Ultimately, the pros outweighed the cons.

“It’d be better if I stay here, even if it means moving to Wayne Manor, but only if it’s okay with you guys. And not because you think it’s what I want; you have to be fine with this. Also,” Danny took a deep breath, “I need to be there during the UN meeting. At this point, it would be better if the King of the Infinite Realms were there to assure the people of Earth that there would come no harm from the inhabitants of the realms.”

His parents looked at each other.

“Danny, we are so proud of the young man you have become. If you think this is the best course of action, then we will follow you,” his mom said.

“Yeah, Dann-o, we don’t want you there in the UN meeting; it’d be dangerous, but if you think this is what you have to do, we’ll be there to back you up.”

Danny smiled; he was glad he had his family behind him.

____

Wayne Manor is huge, was Danny’s first thought.

My family will be safe here, was his second.

His league training and living with the Fentons had taught Danny to see security measures that would otherwise be well hidden. Wayne Manor had top-notch security. Danny was already thinking of ways to make it better. He wondered if he could convince Bruce to add ghost shields. One could never be too careful, even if Danny were the Ghost King…

Danny and his family left the GAV just in time to see Jason stalk out of the Batmobile, looking angry.

“Is everything okay,” Danny asked Damian once he got close to his brother.

“Tt, yes. Todd is being difficult. Father told him that until we can chase out the GIW, it would be better if he were to stay at the Manor and not do patrols. He didn’t take it well.”

“Huh,” Danny said. He could see why Bruce did it, but he also knew how annoying it must be to be essentially grounded as a grown adult.

“He told me the same thing.”

“And you just accepted without complaint,” Danny asked incredulously.

Damian shrugged, “Father knows what he is doing. I trust him to know what’s best for me.”

Danny’s incredulity grew until he thought of something.

“This lax and accommodating attitude has nothing to do with the fact that I’ll be here at the manor, does it?”

Damian blushed deeply and said, “Aw, Danny, this is Pennyworth.”

“Nice to meet you, Master Danny. Miss Jazz, Mr., and Mrs. Fenton. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I am the butler of the Wayne Estate.”

Before them stood a balding British gentleman wearing a suit. There were ghosts following him around. Huh, this man had killed many people before. Best not to mess with him, considering he had raised the Batman…

“Hello, Alfie,” Jack said boisterously, “Please, call me Jack!”

“Hello, call me Maddie, please,” his mom said.

“Uh, hello. Can you drop the miss, please,” Jazz asked.

“Hmm, unfortunately, I cannot do something so uncouth. You are Master Bruce’s guests and son; what kind of butler would I be if I disrespected you by calling you without your proper titles?”

Even as he said that Danny got the distinct feeling that Alfred Pennyworth was making fun of them.

Alfred and Damian took them to the west wing, where they would stay. Thankfully, it wasn’t with the rest of the family. (That would’ve been too soon, too fast.)

Danny gave Damian permission to stay while Danny packed out his little bit of belongings. Eventually, Dami had to leave to feed his animals, including a cow.

“I saved her from a slaughterhouse,” he told Danny, proud, “I’ve been a vegetarian ever since.”

“That’s awesome, Dami. You would get along with my friend, Sam. She’s a vegetarian, too, and a proud animal activist. She’s one of the reasons I found out about one of the last purple-back gorillas being female.”

“Wait, that was you? I always wondered how zookeepers could be so incompetent that they missed that?”

“Right, it’s literally their job to know what the gender of the animals under their care is!”

Danny had decided to take a nap while he waited for dinner. He knew his family was doing the same thing.

(Fighting took a lot out of them.)

Not even an hour later, his parents and Bruce entered his room. Bruce looked frantic.

“Jason is missing.”

Danny felt his stomach drop.

Not proud of the second half, but I needed to leave you at that cliffhanger mwahahahaha. See you Thursday

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter Two - Gutless

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: Death (murder), brief descriptions of gore, Isla and Jax doing something very illegal

MASTERLIST

The morning sun was beating down upon the pair a little bit harsher now, inducing a sheen of sweat to coat over Jax's forehead.

But the perspiration could've formed as a result of coming to the realization that he'd just blown the brains out of an ATF agent, left his body to decompose on Tara's bathroom floor, and spilled his guts--not even twenty-four hours later--to Isla.

Jax knew that he could trust her with anything--he always had been able to trust her with anything. But there was something telling him that she didn't exactly feel too wonderful about his revelation.

Her arm lifted to run across her forehead, ridding the skin of a few salty droplets.

"What do you mean--"

"I mean I put a bullet through his fuckin' skull and blew his brains out, Isla! That's what I mean."

He ran a thumb over his lips, realizing that he should've kept his tone subdued so close to the main doors of the clubhouse.

"Jesus, Jax." She breathed out, pinching the bridge of her nose as he started to pace quietly. "I--I can't believe you're telling me this."

Well, she could. Really, there wasn't anything she could've put past Jax anymore. And when it came to Tara...The man was an idiot. Always had been.

"Why was Kohn even at her place?"

Jax was fidgety. Uneasy. She couldn't blame him for that, could she? Because he'd just fucking killed a man--but still.

He wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Or did you lure him there or something--"

"Shut up." He growled, grabbing her bicep with his left hand as he pulled her to the side of the building. "Just listen to me."

"I'm listening, Jax, but you don't seem to be telling me a lot."

Realizing that he wasn't offering very much explanation, he nodded. Jax let go of her and beckoned her closer, pleading eyes melting her fucking heart.

"Isla, please." He wrapped his arms around her, minding the bloodied shirt.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ringed fingers splayed over her cheek, pushing stray blonde hairs out of her face. He sighed hard. Exasperated.

"Help me get rid of him--"

"Jackson--"

"I'm not asking you to lug his dead body to the creek and throw him in. I'm just asking you to offer a helping hand and be a lookout or something."

Isla searched his features for a morsel of something that'd indicate Jax was messing with her. But he was dead serious--his face set to neutral, eyes glazed over.

"But--I--what about Cameron?"

"Tara and Chibs have it covered." He murmured, heeding the apprehension sail over her.

She was as strong and willing as she possibly could've been. Isla was consistently the person that Jax and Opie would turn to for advice when it came to their girls, or when they needed to be pointed in the right direction.

But he'd never asked her to do such a thing before.

Her loyalty outweighed her nervousness, however. He knew she'd never say no to helping him with such a matter--but it was still asking too much.

Chibs would've been furious that Jax felt it necessary to beg Isla for assistance during such a time, too. Hell, Gemma would've admonished him for it.

"Where is he?" She mumbled, hearing the clubhouse door open and an irritated grunt sounding from the front of the lot.

Jax held her close to his chest, a hand tracing over the skin of her shoulder that'd been exposed as the shirt fell to the middle of her arm.

"Tara's place." His whisper was monotonous, bordering on lifeless.

"Okay--when do you need to do this?"

He eyed Tig storming from the building and toward his motorcycle, completely unaware of the two conspiring.

"Tonight." His voice came low and gravely. "I'll ride to her place now, and you go home, get yourself cleaned up, do whatever you've gotta do today, and we'll head there--"

"I'm not cleaning myself up. I'm already covered in blood--I don't think I need to destroy another shirt."

"Okay." Jax's lips rubbed together, almost turning upward into a smile. "But don't follow me out, alright? Go tell Gemma that you don't know where I went, and then you take it from there."

"And if Tara asks..."

A gentle kiss against her forehead almost forced tears to collate in her eyes.

"She won't ask--she knows I've gotta do this."

Isla silenced herself, though she nodded and watched as Tig--pissed as hell--rode out of the lot and onto the street.

She guessed that he was still piqued after she and Chibs yelled at him.

And she was still pissed at Jax, but for a different reason now.

This time, she wanted to slap the shit out of the blonde idiot standing before her, requesting help with disposing of a literal dead body.

Isla couldn't quite believe that Jax had turned to her and not somebody like Opie--somebody who would be able to help a little more physically--but she could only assume that it was more of a trust thing.

He had a lot of faith in her and she lauded that. But it also saw her get thrust into some questionable situations.

"You look like you're gonna puke." Juice stifled a laugh as Isla padded in, the bottom of her shirt wrenched between bloodied fingers. "Are you good?"

"Yeah." Instantly, she responded. "I'm fine. I just need to get my purse."

Clay was nowhere to be seen--possibly in the back room with Chibs and Tara--but Gemma's eyes focused on the blonde's form as she strolled across the wood.

"You don't look fine. Come sit for a little while."

"I'm gonna head home--"

"Where'd Jax go?" Gemma cut in, lifting an eyebrow conspicuously.

Tell Gemma that you don't know where I went.

"I don't know." She frowned, sitting on the barstool opposite the woman. "We shared a cigarette, talked about Abel, and then he told me he had to go--where, I don't know."

Did she feel bad about roping his child into their little lie? Yeah, a bit. But it was foolproof. Gemma never would've suspected anything to do with Abel because, really, Jax brought him up to everyone whenever he got the chance to.

"Ah. He's probably headed over to see him. I'll go--"

"I wouldn't." Isla pushed. "He's trying to get some alone time with him. He said that he hasn't really been able to spend one-on-one time with Abel all too much."

Which wasn't a lie. Jax needed to spend those rare solitary moments with his baby because his mother couldn't seem to leave St. Thomas for more than three hours at a time.

Gemma just hummed, turning away.

She knew how he felt. But she was Abel's grandma--she just wanted to know that he was safe and being looked after.

"I'm sorry, that was mean...I just think he's a little confused right now, and could use five minutes with his son."

"No, you're right." She nodded, unable to heed the trepidation flitting over Isla because she felt bad about coming down on Gemma in such a way.

That woman was a Godsend to Jax, his children, and even Isla's family. She didn't deserve to be randomly admonished for wanting to visit her baby's baby. Not after everything she'd done for them.

Well, besides trying to murder the mother of Jax's first born. That was a little fucked up--even by SAMCRO's standards.

But Isla adored her. For everything she had done for her during the time she'd resided in Charming, Gemma was regarded extremely fucking highly in her book.

"Go home, baby. Get some sleep, too--you need to rest."

Isla waved her off. "I'm not tired, just feelin' a little gross."

"I'd bet." Gemma pushed her lips together, smiling as much as she could've. "You go yourself pretty again, and swing by later for dinner."

"Yes ma'am." She mock saluted, reaching for her purse.

Goodbyes between Isla, Gemma, and Juice were uttered for a few moments before the blonde made her way to the door.

Her eyebrows raised inquisitively, urging her to turn back to the duo.

"Gem?"

"Mhm?"

"Was Tig alright?" Sincerely, she asked. Feeling a little guilty about snapping earlier.

Gemma didn't say anything but her head bobbed in confirmation, providing Isla with the answer she needed.

The Irish in her shone through during instances like those. She was brash in her actions, words, and the fact she'd always speak before she thought--but the solemnity with which she would ponder, apologize after making a mistake, was just so plainly Irish.

Isla was kind. Caring. Nurturing. She was everything that SAMCRO was not--but, at the same time, everything that Chibs was. Reliable. Loyal. Committed. A true ride or fucking die.

Everybody trusted her, and nobody second-guessed confiding in her.

And, once again, that had its reparations alongside a multitude of perks.

"Holy mother of Jesus." She cursed, the unmistakable Belfast twang flickering through her brusque tone.

Jax haphazardly pulled the bed-sheet over Kohn's lifeless frame, turning to face his little friend who was, to put it lightly, fucking stunned.

"You sound super Irish when you're mad."

"I'm glad you could recognize that I'm mad at you, Jax." Her eyes never once left the outline of that dead body half on Tara's bedroom carpet, half on the tile of her en-suite.

Getting to her knees, disregarding an incredulous amount of blood decorating the walls and carpets, Isla pulled the floral cover off of Josh.

She sighed. "Why'd you do it?"

"He was stalking Tara--"

"So you just blew his fucking brains out?!" Her shriek was guttural. "Jesus Christ, Jax. And you idiots think that Tig is the one with a trigger problem."

"He does have a problem, and you know that! This was different!" He countered, pulling her to her feet. "This was fucking restitution, Isla!"

"No." Calmly, she stated. Her glare piercing. "This was fucking stupid. Possibly the most idiotic thing that you've ever done, Jackson."

His head shook as he sneered, towering over her. Isla felt intimidated. For the first time ever, she felt an unwavering sensation of overawe whilst in the presence of her best friend.

"He was a bad guy. He had to die."

"But he was fucking ATF! Hale is gonna get your ass, and there's nothing Unser will be able to help you with once he gets wind of this--"

Isla's voice cracked around a small sob. She wasn't even aware of the tears welling in her eyes, but they were there the entire time.

It was the thought of Jax making one incredible life altering fuck up--one that he wasn't going to save himself with a bribe, or the simple luck of a good connection to Charming PD--that was maiming her uncomfortably.

Jax's arms wound around her trembling waist, hugging her tightly against his palpitating chest.

The sheer terror visible in her mannerisms was what frightened him. Isla never seemed to scare very easily--or, at least, she didn't show it.

She was fearless, but she was still human. And he had only seen her crack twice. Both times because of the club, too.

"He was stalking Tara." He reinstated, circling his fingers over Isla's svelte spine. "They dated when she was in Chicago, she broke things off but he was a clingy motherfucker and he wouldn't leave her alone."

"She should've gotten a restraining order or something." She mumbled into his chest, sniffing back tears.

"That's the thing. She did. But he broke it by coming back to Charming, pretending to be setting up shop at the PD with Hale, but he followed her around town for a couple weeks instead."

"And nobody questioned why he wasn't getting anything done?"

Jax's head shook. "He was still working for Chicago--or so he said, anyway--so Hale just assumed any intel for whatever the fuck it was he'd been workin' on was going straight back to the big bosses."

She was struggling to follow on.

It was such a convoluted scenario that Isla never thought she'd become entwined with--though, with Jax and Charming being, well, Jax and Charming, she didn't know why she ruled something of the sort out.

"Are you gonna tell Gemma and Clay--"

"No. This is between us, and Tara."

Isla didn't have the energy to bicker with him again. She didn't want to bicker with him again, truthfully.

"Alright, what's the next move, then? 'Cuz this pig can't stay wrapped up in a sheet for too much longer or else he's gonna start to stink this place out."

Jax situated both hands against crimson coated shoulders, lightly pushing her backward so she could look up to meet his gaze.

"I got a plan. But I don't think you're gonna like it."

His eyes went straight to the lighter atop Tara's bedside table, right next to the pineapple scented candle, and she sighed hard.

The man was so sadistic. It wasn't even slightly discreet anymore, really.

Whereas Clay had always been ruthless, remarkably barbaric toward those who had wronged him--or anyone, really--Jax had more of a moral compass. Not much more, but a little. And that was the sort of thing that tied him straight to JT.

But Clarence Morrow had a much more potent impact on Jax's life, thus the man's foibles ended up transpiring to his stepson.

"This is seriously fucked up."

"I know." He didn't even try to argue, pushing Josh into the small grave he'd spent the last ten minutes digging at the pit of a deep, deep ditch.

Isla's body was below freezing, cold and uneasy at the prospect of potentially being caught, or assumed as an accessory to the murder of a federal agent.

"I'm sorry for roping you into this." Jax stated, almost reading her mind. "I just didn't know what else to do."

She ran a hand over his forearm, resting her head comfortably against navy-cotton covered flesh. "I know."

He didn't expect the woman to douse the dead body in gasoline, set it alight, and wait all night for the corpse to torrefy entirely--but she was there now. There was no reason she shouldn't go to the trouble of lighting the first match.

Tara should be the one doing this, Isla thought to herself as the small stick caught alight. She dropped it atop the sheet, taking a few steps backward when the thing immediately shot up into thick flames.

Jax engulfed her warmly with both arms, holding her tightly as if continuing their prior embrace. It felt safe, unusually so. But, to Isla, it felt like he was scouting for that security more than what she was.

"I can't believe you committed murder for a woman that you haven't seen for ten whole years." She laughed against his sweatshirt, eyes watering. "Is there something going on with you two again?"

"No." Huskily, he responded. "There isn't, and there won't be, either. I just swung by her place to make sure she was alright--I knew she was having trouble with that fucker--and he was there. I had to do it, Isla."

"I know."

She didn't. She did not know. She did not want to know, either. She couldn't fucking believe he'd acted out so rashly, how he was so trigger happy.

Jax was morphing into a different man and she couldn't help but pin that on the club.

"Is she alright?"

"I don't think so." His mumble was barely audible, but she caught it.

Isla squeezed his arm reassuringly, knowing that he felt bad about bringing that sort of trouble to Tara.

"She will be." She confirmed. "She's a strong girl, Jax, she'll be okay."

It didn't kill her to speak positively about Tara, she still held a place in her huge Irish heart--but it was an odd sensation to be mentioning her at all.

Ten years had passed by and Isla wasn't even certain that she was still alive. Her concern for the doctor seemed to dissipate over time because Tara didn't want anything more to do with them, so they didn't try with her.

Maybe it was a pang of jealousy that held her back. She was undeniably envious of the fact that she'd gotten out of town, worked her ass off, and experienced bigger and better things.

But, essentially, everything led back to Charming, and Tara Knowles had ended up falling into that same heap of trouble she left behind a decade ago.

Isla pulled her cellphone from the back pocket of her jeans, groaning when she saw the time.

"We've got an hour before Gemma wants us for dinner. You think this son of a bitch is gonna turn into dust within the next sixty minutes?"

"No." Jax laughed, leaning to his left and propping his head atop hers. "But he'll be unrecognizable in the next twenty."

"Perfect."

It was barbarous. Vile. Inhuman.

Isla's mother would be spinning in her grave if she knew the chaos she'd managed to find herself meshed with. Diane would kill Chibs, too.

She'd kill him for roping her baby into such malice after leaving Belfast. She'd want to throttle the Scottish son of a bitch for welcoming little Isla Áine Telford to SAMCRO, to Charming, to Jax fucking Teller.

They weren't natives to the small town, nor were they natives to California. Chibs had just moved from charter to charter. Continent to fucking continent. And taking his little angel along for the ride wasn't exactly planned until his late wife took her very last breath one stormy morning.

It was the most upsetting thing he had to do, telling his daughter that the woman she looked up to and adored with every fiber of her being wasn't coming home.

He'd been in the army, he'd seen things no man should've ever seen, but the sight of that six year old--teary-eyed and partially cognizant--was something that cut him so deeply, Jimmy O'Phelan's mark didn't seem to scratch the surface of Chib's inconsolable hurt.

"I think we're good now." A little nervous, Isla noted.

She simply couldn't wait to get out of the bitter chill, into a hot shower, and to the dinner table at the Teller-Morrow residence.

Jax surveyed the scene. He crouched down, heeding the flicker and sick crackle of flames engulfing the barely fleshed body.

"I think so, too." He confirmed, throwing her the keys to his SUV. "Get outta the cold--I'll finish up here. K?"

She nodded, clutching the chain close to her chest.

Isla wasn't sure how badly she was trembling until she sat still in the passenger seat, watching the club's VP commit the unspeakable.

Really, she wasn't shocked to find out that Jax was capable of the sort. Burning a man dead was better than burning one alive, and she was thankful that Josh had been put out of his misery before his body was cauterized into dust...Which was more than what could've been said about Kyle Hobart.

She remembered overhearing the club's plans to sear, or slice, the SAMCRO tattoo from the back of that brute once they'd gotten wind of his inability to black it out.

And she would've felt bad about that man getting viciously harmed, if he didn't fuck Opie over and subsequently land him in Chino to serve five years away from Charming and his family.

It was cruel, she knew that. To blowtorch the MC tattoo from the stretch of his back, was fucking cruel. Isla knew that Tig was adept at causing such blistering agony, but she didn't think he would actually go through with it, least of all with such delight.

Isla feared that man sometimes. Clay's right hand, the man who sought to protect her, fucking terrified her because he was so unpredictable. So fast acting.

"He's done." Jax officially confirmed, sliding into the driver's seat. "You okay?"

She was staring off into space, her eyes glazing over at the realization she had just helped dispose of another human being.

"Isla--"

"I'm good." Finally, she spoke. "I just--uh--I just wanna get cleaned up and head to dinner now."

He pinched the keys from a frail palm, sticking them into the ignition. All the while wondering what the fuck he was going to do with the shaken up woman to his right.

Twenty-three years of friendship, and Isla never once thought she'd be involved in such incredulous activity. Jax never thought she'd get hauled into it either, really.

Juice was right. She looked like she was going to throw up, all pale and sickly.

He had done that. Jax was, essentially, the reason that Isla seemed as though she wanted to crawl out of her own fucking skin. Granted, she was already feeling rather discomfited after tending to Cameron's laceration for hours on end--at odds with her father and Tig for that time, too.

But now this...This made Isla feel horrible. Dirty. Disgusting.

"You want me to tell Gemma you're not feeling it tonight?" Jax looked beside himself, noticing her head hanging low as she flared out of the window. "So you can skip seeing everybody--"

"No." Flatly, she responded. "No, I wanna make sure Tig doesn't hate me."

"Why would he hate you?"

"I yelled at him." Isla sounded downcast, sad. "He was watching, being awkward, trying to tell me what dad and I were doing wasn't going to suffice, and I just snapped."

In understanding, he hummed. He knew how irritating Alexander Trager was. Irritating, insufferable, it was all the same.

"He won't hate you for that." Comfortably, Jax rested a hand on Isla's thigh.

She barely felt the ringed fingers gently gliding along her jeans as she shook. It was a tremor, light and unnoticeable to the naked eye, that Jax felt reverberate through his entire body through his palm.

"I don't think he's managed to be pissed at you for more than fifteen minutes at a time."

"Yeah." She mumbled, shifting awkwardly. "Yeah, you're right. I'm too sweet for anybody to stay mad at me--"

"I wouldn't say you were sweet."

She smacked at his hand with a laugh, throwing her head backward as her smile started to fade.

It was bittersweet.

Bittersweet because she was realizing that Tig had pardoned her for being a bitch, but she had also just disposed of a dead body on the side of the freeway.

Bittersweet because, now, there was no clear path for her and Jackson and whatever happened was just going to happen and they had to grin and bear it. Pretend it wasn't eating them from the inside out.

Bittersweet because their families--their family--were currently sat around the oak table in Gemma's dining room, waiting for the pair to waltz in after doing the most heinous.

Bitter. Fucking. Sweet.

"Where were you guys?!" Tig pointed his beer bottle at the duo, heeding Jax's hand in Isla's back pocket.

Of course, to Trager, that was more than just a comfort thing. He didn't know what they had just done--nor would he--but she was going to let him believe whatever the fuck he wanted to as long as it wasn't the actual truth.

"It don't matter." Clay dismissed, gesturing to Jax and Isla's designated spaces at the table. "They're here now. That's all I care about."

Her smile was warm, friendly and welcoming while she sat in between her father and partner in crime. Literally.

Chibs nudged her. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Slowly, she uttered. She reached for the wine glass that Gemma had so kindly laid out for her.

The two blondes made eye contact for a few moments, Jax's crystalline hues completely lifeless. Arid. He nodded toward her, an indication that he was feeling alright.

But Isla...She wasn't. Lying through her teeth was the only feasible means of getting over this. Whatever this was.

"I'm fucking brilliant, dad."

[witching-hour]

Best Friend [Jax Teller x Reader]

REQUESTED BY ANON 20,21,22 from 100 prompts with jax teller x reader plz

REQUESTED BY ANON Hi! Can I request a jax teller x reader with something along the lines of the reader being jax’s best friend and getting into a fight with a crow-eater because she’s jealous? Thank you luv

(A/N): so since you both had somewhat similar requests, i decided to use the second one’s synopsis with the prompts from the first one. i did change the first prompt a bit, though. “I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend” (20). “Because I love you, you asshole!” (21). “Come over here and make me” (22)

SUMMARY: the reader let’s her jealousy over her best friend consumer her, which causes her to get in a fight with a crow-eater

TW: violence, blood

THE music was loud. Very, very loud. You could barley hear your own thoughts over it, and were surprised how you haven’t gone deaf yet. Sitting at the bar in the Clubhouse during one of the notorious Friday night parties the club loved throwing, was how it looked like you were spending your night.

Opie was sitting at a table in the corner of the room with Lyla on his lap, smoking a joint that was being passed around with Bobby and Tig. You saw Juice get dragged off to the dorms early on with two sweet-butts that managed to capture his attention. Happy was tattooing a nomad, Quinn, who had stopped in town to visit his fellow patched brothers. Chibs was on the other end of the bar speaking with Gemma and Nero over the shortbread she made the other night during a family dinner. And Jax—you didn’t know where he was.

Probably getting his dick wet with some random crow-eater or sweet-butt on the lot. You scowled at the mental picture your brain was creating. Charming’s favorite playboy was at it again. Wonderful.

Sure, you could admit you were jealous that Jax had slept with almost every woman in Charming except you, which you should have held pride for for not being just another notch added to the Prince Charming’s belt. Yet, you didn’t. You made the stupid mistake of falling in love with your best friend. What a cliche, (Y/N). Your mother would be laughing at you right now.

You couldn’t help it. Jax wasn’t even trying and he’d managed to swoop you up from under your feet. With his infamous panty-dropping smile and perfect teeth, even with him being a smoker—which he also made hot for a habit you found disgusting. His grown out, slicked back blonde hair which matched his personality perfectly. Man, how you wished to run your hands through it. His broad shoulders and arms were enough to make you drool. And that six-pack hidden under his layers of t-shirts, flannels, and his kutte...you were done for. With all that, you definitely knew that man was packing some serious heat. Plus all the talk from all the the women he’s been with over the years.

His physical features were more than appreciated, but they weren’t the ones that reeled you in. It was the way he wore his heart on his sleeve. How he was so calm and collected in the most life-threatening situations, calculated. How protective and compassionate he was. His loyalty for his family, brothers, and friends. His undevoted love for those he cared about, because you learned when Jax Teller loved, he loved hard. The way he was with his son, Abel, made you swoon each time you saw them together. He was an amazing father, there was no doubt about it. Especially when he pushed the club into legitimate business in the name of the boy, who looked and acted so much like him, and to honor the father that was taken from him too soon. He sought out the dream his father envisioned, and executed it.

Jax was a bad boy, but a good man at heart. He had done unspeakable things, you knew that. The same hands he used to stroke your cheek, or to hold your hand, or to hug you, were the same hands that had been coated in the blood of his enemies. And was it stupid of you to say you weren’t scared of a man so violent and with the power to hurt another being? Maybe. But maybe it was the gut feeling you had that told you were safe with him. That he would never hurt you, and always protect you.

He was your best friend. Of course he would protect you. Of course he would hug you. Of course he cared about you. He loved you. He’s said it before. Just not in the context you always hoped for.

Glaring down the bottle of beer you had had in your grasp, caught the attention of Lyla who had gotten up from Opie’s lap and zigzagged through the crowd looking for you. Once she saw you alone at the bar, she frowned.

The minute she found a place next to you, she didn’t hesitate to ask you what was going on in that head of yours. “Are you okay?” She may not have been innocent when it came to her work, but she acted as sweet and polite like she was. She was an angel and your female best friend, like a sister.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You sighed. No you weren’t good. Thinking about your (male) best friend’s adventures with women that weren’t you, was not something that would put you in a good mood.

Her eyes ran over your face again, letting a sympathetic half-smile rest on hers. “Jax, again?”

“Mm,” you nodded sarcastically, a tight-lipped grin taking its place. “How’d you know?”

Before she could reply, you felt the air in the room shift. Her gaze left you and fell in the doorway that led to the dorms for patches. Jax walked through, his usual cocky and cool vibe flooding in as he took long strides to where you both stood. And neither of you missed as the infamous porn-slut no one could stand stroll out behind him. Ima Tite.

Your jaw clenched, slightly shaking you head in disbelief. He actually slept with the so called “rancid pussy” he and the club nicknamed her. Out of every woman to throw themselves at him, he settled with the daily used whore. You weren’t one to use such degrading terms for women, especially pornstars and prositutes because not all of them had a choice or they saw it as the only option to support their family, but Ima was not Lyla, or most of the girls you had become friendly with at Diosa. Lyla was genuine and kind. She did what she did because she was raising three kids and was expecting more since she just gotten off her birth control pills.

While Lyla upgraded from sucking dick to directing it, Ima had stuck to ground zero. Lyla became the sole producer and director of Redwoody Productions, and you couldn’t be more proud of her. She even worked Nero’s escort business as his assistant manager. Ima, on the other hand, wanted any and every guy up in her cooche. Especially the Jackson Teller: President to the Sons of Anarchy and Prince of Charming.

But really? Ima fucking Tite.

You felt Lyla’s hand rest comforting on your shoulder as her ex-coworker adjusted her top. The porn-slut not being subtle at all about it either. She ran her pinky down the corner of her mouth when she noticed you two at the bar, smirking tauntingly. She strutted to a pack of crow-eaters and sweet-butts that wanted to hear all about what she managed to snag. You scoffed under your breath, turning around in your seat and taking a long swig of your beer, letting the burn of the alcohol settle within you.

Jax noticed the tension in your posture, cocking an eyebrow up in curiosity and concern. He made his way over, standing in between the seats you and Lyla sat in. “Hey,” he glided his hand across your back in an attempt to comfort you, “everythin’ alright darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied, sounding stiff and defeated, making him shoot a glance to Lyla questioningly.

Lyla didn’t want to lie to Jax. She only wanted the truth to come out about how both were secretly in love with each other so this high school nonsense would dissipate into thin air already. But being the good friend she was, and knowing you would do the same for her if roles were reversed, she covered your back. “Yeah, it’s just getting late. You know how she gets.” She laughed, flipping a piece of hair over her shoulder, and seemingly selling it to the biker.

“I’m just tired, Jax. I’ll probably head home in a little bit.” You added.

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but seemed to buy your bullshit for the time being. “You want me to give you a ride home?”

Not the ride you want....

Down girl!

“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably hitch a ride with Gemma and Nero. It looks like they’re heading out soon anyway.” You nodded your head towards his mom and business partner.

He looked dejected at your decline at his offer, but covered it up as soon as it showed with his usual mask of a neutral expression. You always jump up at the opportunity to ride on the back of his Dyna, always taking the long routes so you didn’t have to get off so soon. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You replied with a small close-lipped smile, noting that his face had fallen for a split second. Lyla too.

He nodded hesitantly, giving you one last look of concern before sauntering over to Opie, Bobby, and Tig.

You sighed when he sat down with the guys and shaking your head when you faced Lyla once more, “Fucking Ima.”

“I doubt he did anything with her, (Y/N/N).” She tried to assure you.

“Please,” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“Jax isn’t into her. He’s made that clear time and time again.” She continued. “None of the guys like her.”

“Maybe because he was using his upstairs head at the time, Lyla. When it comes to pussy, Jax only thinks with his dick.”

She was stunted. That was true. As much as she loved Jax like the brother she never had, he could be an asshole when it came to girls and relationships. She heard the stories about Tara Knowles, and had met the girl briefly a couple of times, but both times she was judged and commented on for her line of work. Jax and Tara were immature teenagers infatuated with each other to the point of toxicity. They wanted the other to be something they weren’t, and were pulled in opposite directions. They both grew up since then, but when put together, they were stuck in the memories they created long ago, bringing out the worst in each other. Jax was a cheater and hypocrite, while Tara was a green monster wrapped in high morals that clashed with his lifestyle. They were not meant to be together.

But you and Jax were. You brought out the best in him. Made him want to be a better man. Hell, you pushed him to turn the Club around, go legit. You were the only woman to make him fall to his knees, and everyone around the two of you saw that, even Jax. But not you.

“And that’s Ima—she’s borderline delusional when it comes to Jax.” Lyla argued. “Trust me, (Y/N), no one’s touched that since CaraCara burnt down.”

You only gave the ex-pornstar a sideways glance before taking another sip of your beer, causing your friend to give up, despite her exasperation with the situation. You changed the subject, asking her how the newest RedWoody film was coming along. You both chatted about her work until a crow-eater you noticed was chatting with Ima earlier ended up standing in front of you and Lyla.

She had dark hair with cheaply done red highlights, an eyebrow piercing, with a tattoo sleeve of the adult horror version of fairytale characters up and down her arm. You would have complimented the tattoos if she didn’t have the snarky and taunting look on her face. Her shirt was two sizes too small, and squeezing her exaggerated breasts so hard you thought they were gonna pop out of her top. Her shorts were daringly close to letting her ass hang out, and the usual three inch wannabe biker boots adorned her feet like every other crow-easter or sweet-butt in the Clubhouse.

She stood there not saying a word, making you and Lyla share a look. Trouble.

You rolled your eyes, only anticipating what could possibly go down in the next couple of minutes. “Can we help you?” The question was filled with an annoyed attitude, you knew that, but did you care? No.

“Yeah, actually you can.” She smiled with a sickly-sweet tone you only knew meant you were gonna be ripping out those red highlights from her scalp. “Stay away from Jax. My girl, Ima, is finally reelin’ him in, and she gonna be his Ol’ Lady real soon.”

You could feel the entitlement she wore as a crown hit you in waves. Your anger only sparking and spreading through your body. You matched her smile sarcastically, and tilting your head at an angle that anyone who knew you knew you were about to snap. “Thanks for the info, sister. Bye now.” You’ve had enough of this bullshit tonight. You just wanted to finish you beer and go home to your nice warm bed.

“Did’n you hear what I said? That was’n news. It was a warnin’.” She narrowed her eyes in threatening way, but to you only seemed mockingly comical because did she really believe you were scared of her? Ok. “Jax is off the market from your nasty ass cunt. Steer clear or else.”

“Oh shit...” Opie’ coughed on the blunt, shoving it in Bobby’s hands. “Jax!” His hand swatted his best friend repeatedly, motioning to the tension forming on the other side of the room.

Jax looked away from Tig, getting annoyed from being hit. “What the fuck, Ope?” His gaze followed his VP’s line of sight and widened when he also caught wind of the shitstorm brewing, and staggering to get up. “Oh fuck!”

“Or what? You’re gonna unleash your cat claws?” Your patience was wearing thin, and this girl was just not taking the hint to leave. “Bitch, I’m tired and wanna go home; take a nice long shower and go to bed. Not deal with your fake tits and bad attitude.” You rolled your eyes once more, reaching behind you and grabbing your beer from the bar. “If Ima’s delusional ass has a problem with who her imaginary boyfriend of the week hangs out with, then she can take it up with him.” You sent her one last smile before taking a swig from the the bottle.

The steam was flooding in thick streams out of her ears. The crow-eater’s jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.

You smirked behind the bottle up to your lips. You weren’t one to back down from a fight, but you also weren’t one to create conflict. You offered the bitch the easy way out, but she kept coming for more. She wants a cat-fight, you’ll give her one.

Her tell was the way her jaw twitched. It gave her straight away when she swung her arm up to throw a sloppy right hook. You ducked under her arm, holding your bottle by the neck and swung it towards the side of her head, and causing the bottom half to break on impact. She let out a loud cry as she tripped over her feet, her hand flying up to touch the now bleeding side of her head.

“You bitch!” She shrieked.

“Takes one to know one, darlin’.” You quipped, looking down at the broken bottle in your hand.

She let out another yell, lunging for you, but Lyla jumped in and pushed her into the bar away from you, causing two more from her little crew to flank her side in defense.

“She could have a concussion!” One squealed dramatically.

“Crazy bitch! Why’d you hit her head with the bottle, you could’ve killed her?” The other seethed.

You rolled your eyes at that. So. Damn. Dramatic. “Why’d her head hit my bottle, she wasted a perfectly good beer?”

Lyla elbowed you in the side in warning, making you toss the broken bottle to the side with a shrug. The three women glared at you two. One even had the courage to walk up to Lyla and spit at her feet. Your blood boiled at the action, so you gripped the bitch by her engine-red hair and yanked her head back harshly, throwing your fist back and knocking it right into the center of her face.

You don’t remember what happened next after your first collided with her nose, but you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, and pulling you up off the floor. When your vision zoned back in you saw Opie with his arm around Lyla protectively, and Tig, Happy, and Kozik grabbing the crow-eaters that decided to pick a fight and escort them outside.

As you struggled against the person who still held you while you eased off the high from destruction, you heard a rough voice tell you to calm down.

Jax.

You stopped your attempts to fight him off; the adrenaline slowing down. You huffed in defeat, turning your head to look up at the man who was only staring down at you with a cocked eyebrow. You were in trouble.

“Shit.”

While the prospects cleaned up the mess you made, Jax escorted you upstairs to his dorm. You knew he wasn’t pissed or upset with you, most definitely amused, but you knew he was gonna question you about what went down. It was SAMCRO’s house, and he was the president.

He opened the door for you, allowing you to step inside first. You sat down on the corner of his bed as he closed the door and and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jax came back into the room with a partially damp rag, peroxide, and a couple gauze wraps. You cringed as you looked down at the back of your hands and took notice of how bruised and bloody they were. Your knuckles looked like you went toe-to-toe with a brick wall. You flinched as you flexed your hands, stretching and curling your fingers, hoping that none were broken. You heard a couple cracks but it seemed to be from the cramps already forming as the only pain that seared was from the cuts and darkening bruises.

He kneeled in front of you, dropping the peroxide and bandages next to you on the bed, and keeping hold of the rag. “Mind tellin’ me how you goin’ home turned into this?” He asked as he gingerly took one of your hands in his free bigger one, gently dabbing the warm, wet towel to your knuckles, earning a hiss from you at the contact.

“I was just enjoying the rest of my beer, and I was interrupted and a bitch’s head broke the bottle.” You snarked, hissing once more when Jax pressed a little harder on a cut on your middle finger. “Damn it, Jax!”

“Ok, smartass. Wanna try that again?”

“She was talking shit and my fist high-fived her face.” You couldn’t help but let the sarcasm flow. “Ow! Jackson stop it!”

“Quit being a smartass.” He warned you. “You’re smarter than this. You wouldn’t get into a fight over some crow-eater openin’ her damn mouth.”

“Oh, that’s rich. You’re gonna patronize me over fighting? Really, Mr. SAMCRO President?” You scoffed in disbelief as he attended your other hand. 

“Well, then what did she say?” He retorted, grabbing the disinfectant from next to you.

“Nothing important.”

“If it was nothing important, why did it cause a damn brawl in the middle of the Clubhouse?”

You jumped from your seat on the bed, not containing the anger that was bubbling inside you from his persistent questions. “Because I love you, you asshole! And it hurt that I didn’t see you all night at a party that you invited me to, only to finally see you with the fucking porn-slut of all people! I thought you hated her?! Apparently not!” Your hands were flying up to meet your anger and exasperation. Once Jax stood at your level, you shoved a finger into his chest, “And it didn’t help that some bitch was trying stake Ima’s claim on you for her! Oh, and I tried not to fight her because she wasn’t worth it! I was just gonna go home but she wouldn’t leave me alone! She was asking for it! Fucking ask Lyla if you don’t believe me! Then her backup showed up and it all went to shit! I am so sorry it was inconvenience to your night!”

Once your rant was over and you were catching your breath, your glare only sharpened as you saw a smirk resting on his face. You furrowed your brows. Why the fuck is he staring at you like that? It only broadened as he took in your expression. Leave it to him to read you like an open book. 

“I love you too, you smartass.”

What, now? You blinked rapidly, drawing blanks at what he said. You had to backtrack through every statement you made through your entire rant, only to pause, your face contorting from realization to shock to embarrassment. “Oh, fuck me sideways with a golf club.”

He licked his lips, glancing away for a split moment before shrugging. “I’d be more than willin’ to darlin’, but I wouldn’t use a golf club.”

Your eyes screwed shut as your lips drew a flat line, cringing even more into yourself, and wishing you could go crawl under your blankets at home. Oh, fuck. I said that out loud, didn’t I?

You peeked an eye open and groaned loudly, covering your face with your sore hands. “Quit looking at me like that!”

“Come over here and make me.”

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[juvinile]

* HALEY  LU  RICHARDSON ,  CIS FEMALE  +  SHE / HER  |   you  know  EDEN  ROMANOV ,  right ?  they’re  TWENTY - THREE ,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for ,  like ,  ON  AND  OFF  THEIR  WHOLE  LIFE ?  well ,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  SAFE  PLACES  BY  CASSIDY  KING  like ,  a  million  times  this  year ,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  whole  LACING  YOUR  MARY  JANES  SO  TIGHTLY  THEY  LEAVE  MARKS ,  WIND  BLOWN  SILK  OVERSHIRTS ,  STRANDS  OF  FRESH  CUT  HAIR  LEFT  ABANDONED  IN  THE  SINK  TO  WILT  thing  going  on .  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  SEPTEMBER  16TH ,  so  they’re  a  VIRGO ,  which  is  unsurprising ,  all  things  considered .

TW  INCLUDE  internalized homophobia tw, homophobia tw.

AESTHETICS :

lacing your mary janes so tightly they leave marks, wind blown silk overshirts, strands of fresh cut hair left abandoned in the sink to wilt, light academia compulsions, using pressed petals with the thorns left sharp as bookmarks, falling apart inside the safety of your own room, putting yourself back together in a broken mirror, tight ponytails and tighter features, stretching yourself thin as elastic, bittersweet pomegranate, strawberry chapstick layered over clear lipgloss, reading the wrong script, world domination.

CHARACTER  INSPO :

hermione granger (harry potter), cameron post (the miseducation of cameron post), the white rabbit (alice in wonderland), martha gellhorn (hemingway and gellhorn), dolores abernathy (westworld), nina sayers (black swan), emily dickinson (dickinson), caitlin park (the infinite noise), margaery tyrell (game of thrones) 

GENERAL STATISTICS :

full name :  eden anastasia romanov

age / dob :  twenty threee / september 16th

gender :  cis female

pronouns :  she / her

faceclaim :  haley lu richardson

orientation :  homosexual / lesbian

residence :  port apartments

occupation :  intern in the mayor’s office

pinterest :  HERE !

BIOGRAPHY :

eden anastasia romanov. born and raised in irving (though at times it felt like the romanovs lived in behind the walls of their own private castle, operated a few steps ahead of everyone else. eden ate it up), eden was one of the younger romanov’s. her father, vaughn romanov, was a senator who recently decided to run for town mayor and her mother, adelaide romanov, was a philanthropist.

she always always always looked up to her eldest sibling, cain. it seems this was a common thread for the romanov siblings see abel.  (played by james and bri blows a kiss)

very much born with a silver spoon so far up her rear, she was always her father’s precious angel. very much her father’s daughter. she knew cain was the one with all of the pressure but this only drove her to crave success more. she was determined to make her parents proud, even if the weight on her shoulders was completely self imposed. all her parents wanted from her career wise was to marry well and look pretty. more on this trauma later.

her and her siblings were expected to be more than involved in school and their community. she was a cheerleader and a gymnast, top of her class, president of the debate team, sang in the church choir. she was a perfect smiling face for her mother’s philanthropy events and stood next to her siblings at all of her father’s rallies. she played two instruments and spoke as many languages. she made it look easy.

there wasn’t very much time for eden to make friends. she only had a handful, girls she’d grown up with in the gymnastics gym, and she knew people that gravitated towards her really only had their eyes on her family’s money. (erm. maybe thats just ur weird trust issues eden but idk im not a therapist) because of this, she was exceptionally reliant on her siblings. they were the only ones who understood what it was like to be spread so thin you snapped.

(homophobia tw) she was the first of her family to spark controversy, though it never got out, when her mother caught her kissing a girl from her cheer squad in her car parked in front of their house. though her parents didn’t fully mind, this news would be bad for her father’s campaign so eden wasn’t given a say. the romanov’s would make it go away. she still had to appeal to the wealthy sons of her parent’s aristocratic friends. you couldn’t really do that with your tongue down a girl’s throat, now, could you e? 

her father bribed the girl’s mother to take her daughter off the cheer team. this was also the day eden decided she would be a politician. there was no question. she couldn’t feel helpless anymore. was it equal parts about besting her father for making her best friend go away? perhaps. eden wouldn’t admit that. she wouldn’t admit a lot of things.

deeply liberal. a stark contrast to the republican (centrist. but still.) values of her parents. a rift was drawn between her and her parents. she was no longer her father’s little girl. she wasn’t the romanov that could do no wrong. she was yet another family black sheep, who had a lot of making up to do if she wanted back in wealth’s good graces. she felt abandoned by her parents, an issue that she would grapple with for the rest of her life. (end of tw)

her grades dropped after this. she considered running away but in the end she graduated high school. she wasn’t valedictorian like she had always hoped, but salutatorian still looked good on college apps. eden was never known for giving up, but she wasn’t usually known for coming in second place either.

it was really hard for her when cain left to.. wherever it was they went off to. (she’s still afraid to ask) she was in college, pursuing a political science degree, and she suffered more than she would ever let on. she didn’t sleep much at all, the entire year. she accomplished very little, focused solely on keeping up the image she’d worked so hard to craft. if she could survive this she could survive anything.

screech (the sound of tires coming to a halt). cain came back. conveniently, eden made the decision to take a gap year and come back for a second senior year at university. it wasn’t related. she did this for herself. (she didn’t)

cain didn’t remember her when they came back. nothing hurt worse than this.

she’s going through a lot right now. she’ll b fine. 

don’t know where to fit this in but she owns a cat named lady d named after her role model princess diana. she’s mean and bites people a lot but eden thinks it’s endearing.

PERSONALITY :

determined. type a. organized. studious. go getter. tenacious. shrill. hot tempered. prone to fantasy. escapist. withdrawn. tightly wound. deeply in need of catching a break. ankle biter energy. ruthless and bloodthirsty, can and will destroy anything that gets in her way? stuck in her head. strives so hard for perfection, low self esteem. unforgiving with mistakes. especially her own. thinks she doesn’t need anyone else. really really needs someone else. indulgent. likes luxury and doesn’t apologize for it, but isn’t loud about it either. princess locked in a tower waiting for her knight in shining armor energy. does this make sense.

WANTED CONNECTIONS : 

other irving hs students her age that were also really hard workers in school. the people she competed with and also competed alongside. 

other members of the cheer team. first girl kiss anyone? first girl kiss? 

siobhan is her ex girlfriend from college that she broke up with because of all the internalized homophobia. does this spark any connections? lmk. 

a boy she’s dating to appease her parents. not sure if she’s doing it to get them off her backs or because she really wants to prove herself to them. probably both. 

hi hookups anyone? she might be pretending to date a guy but that doesn’t mean she’s a sadist. let’s have fun. 

ok who sells her weed. god knows she needs it. 

anyone who grew up going to her mother’s events. suffering through stuffy socializing together. eden was really good at it it was probably annoying. 

does anyone need a roommate in port? she’s really clean and keeps to herself but her cat does bite. warning. her cat does bite. 

anything else i can’t think of but. i’m sure there’s more.