#jackson teller fanfic

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Rescued

Jax Teller x F!Reader From these August Prompts: "Have a drink, relax." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Rescued Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was honestly so fun to write, young and fun Jax is my favorite lol. Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angst, flirting, cursing, Unsers nickname lol, drinking. SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The popping of your tire was the cherry on top of a shitty trip but when it caused you to lose control of the wheel and smash into the speed limit sign, that was the boiling point for you. Luckily, you weren’t too injured, the airbag managed to leave a cut on your face somehow and now on top of a fucked up car, you had a bruised face and ego. You had been traveling for hours, just trying to make it back home and everything was going left. Calling the operator was infuriating, all of the numbers you had to press just to get to speak to someone only for them to transfer you to someone else in the Charming operating department.

“I’m looking for someone to tow my fuckin’ car.” The tone you took was one of little patience. 

“Well it’s a good thing you called the fuckin’ auto shop.” A voice with humor spoke on the other line. 

“This a mechanic?” You said taken back. “Sorry, I’ve been playing tag with like 3 different operators.” 

“Don’t worry about it, doesn’t make the top 5 of mean ass customers I’ve talked with.” The man on the line spoke. “So, you need a tow? You got a location?” 

“Uh,” You looked around for a street sign, any landmarks to give an idea where you were when your eyes landed on the green reflective light. “Just off the West Side Freeway, Rt 5.” 

“Alright, I’ll send the tow, gonna be $80.” 

“Ofcourse it is.” You sighed and closed your eyes as the day continued to shit on you. 

“We can workout a payment pl–” The voice was slightly concerned on the other line. 

“No.” You cut him off. “I’m good for it, it’s just the idea that I’m about to drain it all from my wallet.” 

The man on the other line let out a laugh. “We’ll be there in 20 minutes.” 

You thought you were lucky enough that the cops didn’t show up but they were right in front of the tow truck. The older officer was stepping out of the car before the tow truck even parked. 

“Everyone alright?” The man spoke up, as he got closer you saw the name engraved on below his badge. Unser. 

“It was just me, I’m alright. Popped my tired on the highway and the wheel decided to shake out on me.” You pointed to the ending of the story where your car sat plowed over the metal pole and sign. 

“Your uh– you got a little banged up.” He pointed to his face where the cut on yours was. “You sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance or an EMT to check it out?” 

“I’m okay, officer. I really just want to get my car out of here and fixed.” As you spoke you pointed to the tow truck and the long blond haired man who was approaching from the truck. 

Unser turned around and nodded to the man. “Jax.” 

“Uncle Touchy.” Jax’s smile was from ear to ear as he walked past him and directly to you and your car. 

“Hey I’m Jax.” The man nodded at you, keeping his smile the same until it fell a little as he took in your face. 

At first, you thought maybe he was concerned with the cut on your face but his next sentence disproved that theory. 

“I know you? You look familiar.” He said the frown deepening now. 

“I’m not really from around here, so I don’t think so.” You weren’t really trying to go back and forth right now, your main objective was to just get the fuck out of here. That was until it hit you who he was. “Oh shit, you’re–”

“From the truck stop.” His smile grew back on his face. 

“You’re all out of coffee.” Your annoyed voice was yelling out over the front counter of the convenient store down to the cashier who had already checked out.

“Then we’re all out!” The worker didn’t even bother to look at you while he dismissed you. 

“This place is literally called Coffee and Go. That’s what I want to do. Get my coffee and go.” You spoke like it was obvious, which to your point, it kind of was. 

Just as the cashier was about to yell back at you, now looking at you fully the person at the register stepped towards you. “Here, take mine, I should cut back on the caffeine anyways.” 

Your eyes moved down from his young, handsome face to his hand that was extending out the coffee. That’s when your eyes saw the vest resting over his flannel, Sons of Anarchy, Vice President. 

“I didn’t drink from it yet, it’s just got a little sugar in it but besides that it’s just regular black coffee.” 

“You don’t need to do that.” You shook your head trying to dismiss the man’s generosity. 

“I know but if I don’t, I think you’re going to kill that guy.” He leaned in to whisper to you. “And I don’t really want to be pulled in as a witness.” 

“What can I say, I’m a bit of an unruly character without my caffeine.” You reached out to take the coffee. “I’ve been on the road for a while, thank you.” You genuinely said. 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

“I didn’t recognize you without the–” You shrugged your shoulders and brought your hands up to mimic holding the vest. 

Jax let out a laugh. “Traded it in for the work shirt for the next 5 hours. Didn’t recognize you with the–” He pointed to his face similarly to the officer before but in more of a mimicking way since you had mocked his kutte. 

“Guess we both went through a few changes since the morning.” You rolled your eyes. 

Small town charm. That’s what this was, everyone knew everyone, people were chatty. As you pulled into the automotive shop you turned to see the line of bikes along the wall and the large reaper over the building diagonal from the garages. Maybe this was a different small town charm than you had thought. 

You had lost track of your conversation with Jax as you stared at the bikers walking around. 

“Never seen an M.C. before?” His voice cut through your thoughts. 

“More like I know them too well.” You mumbled not expecting any reply from him but the confused look on his face was begging for more information as he placed the tow in park. 

“My mom, years ago, was a member of Hell Babes before they patched over into Rebel Supply. It was a Women’s Motorcycle Collective so, probably a little different than this.” You pointed out the truck window and looked back at Jax who was a little surprised to hear the story from you. 

“Or a lot of the same.” Jax’s eyebrows raised. 

“We’ll never know that will we?” You raised your eyebrows back at him. The confused look filled Jax’s face again as he frowned at your statement before taking the keys out of the ignition. “You’re never gonna tell me the reapers' ways of working and I’m not going to tell you anything about the Rebels.” 

“Yea, it’s a lot of the same.” Jax smiled at you. “Let me give the guys the keys so they can start working on an estimate for you.” 

You stood in the middle of the lot, waiting for Jax to come back, taking in the details on each of the bikes, it was bringing back a lot of memories for you, good and bad. Luckily you didn’t get too far down memory lane before Jax was back next to you, now with his kutte over his work shirt. 

“Come on, it’s gonna be a minute.” He guided you towards the tall black building that had the MC logo plastered everywhere on it. 

As you stepped into what you assumed to be the clubhouse the smell of cigars and alcohol filled your nose. It was definitely extremely different from what the Women’s Collective had as their stomping grounds, but what did you expect when it was a bunch of middle aged men in the middle of bumfuck California. 

“Have a drink, relax.” Jax was calling out from the bar as he poured you a beer. 

“The cop gonna come back and DUI test me?” You made yourself comfortable at the bar. 

“Nah, Unser’s cool.” Jax smirked like he expected you to know what that meant in terms of the club.

“Uncle Touchy, you mean?” You asked in hopes for some explanation to the nickname that wouldn’t make you sick to your stomach. 

“It’s just a joke, pisses him off, there’s no rhyme or reason behind it, don’t worry.” Jax laughed, taking a sip of his own beer. 

“This is the second drink you’ve bought me today.” The glass raised to cheers him before you took a sip yourself. The cold beer was like medicine to your aching body, the cold chill relaxed you from not only the accident but the week you were having. 

“Call it fate.” He chuckled. 

“Call it Teller-Morrow Towing.” You rebutted. 

“Speaking of, I thought the coffee was supposed to dial down the unruliness.” 

“Only managed to have half the cup before my tire popped, not enough to keep the unruliness at bay.” 

The two of you continued talking, chatting about your parents and clubs, but still managing to keep pretty much every detail a secret as you talked. Topics changed and there was never an awkward lull or search for another thing to bring up, things just came up naturally, where you grew up, your favorite places to travel, the fact that you stopped riding years ago and how Jax could never give it up, what you were doing coming through Charming. 

It was crazy that an hour had already passed when one of the mechanics had stepped into the clubhouse. 

“Jax! That tow you brought in, estimate is $670 for everything, we can have it done by tomorrow morning, just let us know when to get started!” 

You closed your eyes as you heard the time and price. “That how you let all your customers know the breakdown?” 

“Don’t let most of my customers come in here to wait out their estimate, truthfully.” He grabbed your glass and tossed it in the sink. 

“Let ‘em know to get started.” You stood up ready to retreat out of the clubhouse and figure out your overnight arrangements. 

“Will do, if you want, maybe uh, I can give you that full cup of coffee in the mornin’.” 

He was so smug about asking you that it was obvious what he was saying between the lines. 

“You askin’ me to stay the night, biker boy?” The two of you were now walking down the hallway to the door when Jax grabbed the door above your head and held it open for you. 

“All about the hospitality, baby, and figured it’d be good to caffeinate you in the mornin’ so you’re not unruly to my guys.”  He had a toothpick in his mouth now that was moving around as his tongue played with it. 

“What the gentlemen, Jax.” You crossed your arms before agreeing, what the hell, you were just passing through, right? “Sure, I’ll bite. Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

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Anything For The Club: Part Four

series masterlist

[description]: jax teller x fem!reader, nero padilla x fem!reader, oc characters x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.2k+

[summary]: Things start heating up after you receive a threatening phone call.

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

Nero spent the next few hours poking fun at your office escapades, highly amused at the whole thing. It wasn’t the first time you and Jax had fucked in your office, but the first time everyone realised it was happening when you were in the act. You continued to work as usual, and The Club headed out for some business. 

You were trying to avoid Mandy and her questions about the letter as best as you could, so you decided to spend the rest of the evening on the front desk, greeting clients and assisting the girls in assigning their rooms. 

The front desk was always easy going. The phones never really rang in Diosa, only the occasional caller interested in opening times or room availability. So when the phone did ring, you always had the girls answer it. Sofia was one of the front desk staff who had been working at Diosa for only a few weeks now, she was young, blonde and always overly cheerful to everyone she met. She answered the call, before turning to look at you, holding the phone against her chest to avoid the caller from hearing her speak. “It’s for you, y/n. Says we are overdue on an invoice for maintenance services.” 

“It’s almost midnight, they’re calling about a payment now?” Sofia shrugged her shoulders, and extended the phone to you. You took it from her, and placed it to your ear.

“Y/N speaking, can I help you?” 

“Ah, just the voice I wanted to hear.”

You instantly recognised his voice from the night before. You felt goosebumps cover your whole body and a sickening feeling twisted in your gut. You shifted away from the incoming clientele, trying to avoid any eavesdroppers hearing you. 

“Why the fuck are you calling here? If I wasn’t clear enough, you and your crew are no longer welcome at Diosa”, you were hostile in tone despite the fact you were whispering. 

“Relax, sweetheart. Only wanted to ask you on a date.” 

“Listen asshole, I’m not interested. Don’t ever call this number again.” You slammed the phone in the holder, but your hand never left it. You stood there, hand on the phone hook, frozen in shock at the audacity of this man. He was taunting you, first the letter, now this? What the fuck did he want? 

The phone rang again and you answered it briskly, “I just told you to not fucking-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen. Otherwise your pretty President is going away for a long time.”

You didn’t respond. 

“Good girl. You can take instructions after all. Now listen to me carefully. Tomorrow you’re gonna be at the diner just outside of Charming, Highway 23. Tell a member of SAMCRO and they all go to prison for exchanging AK’s across the Mexican border. This ain’t a bluff. If you aren’t there tomorrow, Jax and his shitty little club goes down for life. Do you understand me?”

You wanted to respond, but you couldn’t get your mouth to move. You were utterly broken in shock, with no repair in sight. 

“Do you understand me?” he repeated. 

“Yes.” 

“Good girl. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Wear a sexy dress for me.” 

The line hung up. 

Fear had frozen you solid to your core, a feeling you hadn’t ever experienced before. Nothing usually scared you. Until now. 

“Who was that?” Nero appeared behind you, making you jump. He placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning in to meet your eyes, “Easy ese, are you good?”  

You swallowed back the lump that had forged in your throat. “An overdue invoice I forgot to settle. I’ll figure it out tomorrow.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. 

“At this time of night? Who's the bill for?” You really didn’t need Nero’s interrogation right now. 

“Maintenance. Guess they really need their money.” 

“If there’s somethin’ you’re not telling me.. I can’t help you if I don’t know. We’re partners, remember?”

“Everything’s fine. Can you lock up again tonight? Jax left his keys and can’t get into the house.” 

He narrowed his eyes, not buying the story you were pushing. “Get back to Jax, I can handle it tonight.” “Thanks, Nero.” 

You practically ran out of Diosa, fumbling with your keys as your hands couldn’t keep up with your brain. As you drove home, you kept replaying his words in your head. He must want money, you told yourself. Why else would this guy be so up your ass? What was he getting out of threatening the club? 

You recalled what Nero had told you last night, Vagos was a crew involved with the cartels south of the border. You didn’t doubt with those connections that he could have dirt to bring down The Club. You figured he must’ve seen Diosa and thought The SONS were raking it in, and he must want a piece of that. It still didn’t make sense why he would want you to be the cash mule, when it was known old lady’s had nothing to do with club business. The Club couldn’t get you out of this one, and you sure as hell couldn’t tell Jax.

Your ears were still ringing from his words, Club goes down for life. You weren’t ever going to let that happen. 

You were hoping you were home early enough that Jax would still be at the clubhouse. As you pulled on the drive, you saw the hallway light was on, and he was home. 

You signed to yourself, “fuck.”

You weren't sure how you could see him without him realising something was going on. Jax could read your face from a mile away. 

When you got into the house, he was at the kitchen table, shirt off and covered in oil, as he wrote in his journal. He was surprised to see you, smiling ear to ear. “Hey darlin’, what are you doing home so early?” He stood from the table and embraced you, kissing you like you hadn’t been sprawled across your office desk for him that same afternoon. 

“Quiet night. Nero said he could handle it.” 

He peered down at you in his arms, before kissing you on the head. “I’m glad you’re back now, I was just finishing up and then gonna shower. Wanna join me? Round two?” He grinned at you and rubbed his nose against yours.

“Actually, Jax, I’m pretty tired. I was just hoping to get to bed.” 

He pulled from your embrace, holding you at arms length, searching your face for what was wrong.

“Something’s up with you.” 

You were pleading with his eyes for him to let it go. “I just don’t feel great. I’m fine.” It felt so wrong lying to him.  

He didn’t let up, eyes completely locked with yours as he stood back. “What aren’t you telling me?” 

You shook your head, hoping you could sell your lies well enough for him to back off. “Nothing, Jax. I’m okay. Just had a long few days and I’m kinda run down. But I’m okay, trust me.” 

He pulled you in again, pressing your face against his chest, your cheek rubbing against his warm chest.

“Alright, I'll join you in a bit.”

You stood on your toes to reach his face, planting a kiss on his lips.

“Love you.” 

“Love you more, darlin’.”

You hastily walked to the bedroom and shut the door behind you. He could see straight through you. He knew you were hiding something, he just couldn’t figure out what it was you were keeping from him. 

———

part five

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[daydreamingatnight209]

“He called me Mom”

Jax Teller x Female Reader

Warnings- Fluff? 💕

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Abel wasn’t biologically yours, Wendy bailed when he was born, Tara bailed just after his first birthday. So, no Abel wasn’t biologically yours but he will always be your son no matter what any piece of paper said.

You and Jax had known each other since you were children, you had always been in his life, when Wendy left and Tara broke him, it was you who was there.

Jax always held a special place in your heart, you loved him and never believed that he would ever love you back.

You were wrong.

You knew it would never be like the love he had for Tara, or like the chaotic feelings he once had for Wendy, but it was still love. A different love but a love still as strong and as magical as any other.

It has Abel awhile to to warm to up you, confused as to why Tara wasn’t around anymore, even at 6 months he was ridiculously aware of his surroundings, but he adapted well and now calls you “daddy’s friend” or so you thought.

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Jax had just come back from a run, just in time to help with your children’s bedtime routine. Abel had missed his dad over the last few days , not really understanding at 3 years old why his dad has to go away sometimes, because of this Jax was on story time duty.

After giving your second son, Thomas; who you gave birth too 3 months ago, with Jax, a bath you stopped to listen outside Abel’s door.

You could hear the boy giggle as his father read the book in his ‘funny voices’.

Pretty soon after you heard Jax wish him goodnight and turn out the light.

You carry Thomas to the nursery and ensure he is settled before climbing into bed yourself, Jax following shortly afterwards.

You had fallen into a habit of sleeping lightly after Thomas was born so it wasn’t a surprise that the slight fussing noises from the baby monitor awoke you a few hours later.

Thinking it was Thomas you climb out of bed, telling jax to go back to sleep as you hear him stirring, only to be surprised to see little Abel opening the bedroom door. His cheeks were damp and you hear the same sniffling noises from the monitor leave him.

He shuffles towards your side of the bed.

“Mommy, Mommy” he whimpers, but all you could do was stare in shock.

Was he calling out to you? He hadn’t called you mom before.

Jax who was suddenly awake, clambers over the bed to pick up his son and place him in between the both of you.

“What did you call Y/N Abel” he asks, just as shocked as you.

All Abel did was crawl into your lap, calling out for you again, washing away any doubt that you misheard him.

“Me stay with you mommy, mommy please”

Your heart broke for him as you held him tight.

“He must of had a bad dream” you whisper to Jax as he continues to look at you as his son clutches onto your t-shirt, refusing to let go.

You slowly rock the little boy back into a slumber, singing a nursery rhyme as you soothe him.

Jax brings his family together by bringing in a sleeping Thomas and lays him on his chest.

Looking down at Abel in awe you mumble to yourself “He called me his mom”

Jax’s presses a kiss onto your head as his holds his second born close, just enjoying such a rare family moment.

“That’s because you are”

[witchthewriter]

I hate to bug you, but is there any update on Jax and Zo?

Thanks so much for sharing your writing.

Hi honey! I'm actually not quite sure when the next chapter will be out. But I'm sure @yourwinchesterbros would be so fricken happy to know her story has fellow readers!

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jax is THE "obsessed with his girl when she wears sundresses or those slip nightgowns" like theres a CRIMINAL lack of fanfic around him going bark bark awooga over that shit do u agree with me

Sundress.

it’s sundress season. jax can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing - jax teller x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. jax is a terror.

word count - 1.5/2k maybe? i’ll check later.

authors note - you’re so right. that man is not surviving sundress season.

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You felt it as soon as he walked in.

There’s always an atmosphere between you and Jax. A tension that’s alive, crackling, buzzing with anticipation of itself.

You’ve been waiting for the honeymoon phase to wear off for years. It never has.

All evening, he’s been watching you.

Careful, concentrated blue eyes repeatedly raking over your figure. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Eventually, it’s making it too hard to work. You ask one of the girls to take over the bar and stride across the space, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the back room.

“Okay baby, I like it when you-”

“Cut it out.”

He stops in his tracks, slightly taken aback.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Jax. Cut it the fuck out.”

He leans against the wall, cool as ever, eyes still wandering.

“Cut what out?”

“That!” you scold, smacking his chest. “The eye fucking. I’m trying to work.”

“I’m just looking at you.”

“You are not just looking at me. You look like you’re going to bend me over the bar at any given moment. Stop it.”

“I can’t help it, darlin’.”

He takes a step forward, sliding his hands across your hips and pulling you into him.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty in this dress. It’s takin’ everything in me to not rip it off you.”

You try to stand your ground, but his warm body pressing into yours is making it difficult.

“You can do whatever you want to me when we get home,” you tease, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “When we get home.”

“That a promise?”

“It is if you can cool it with the stares. You’re scaring people.”

“Good.”

He kisses you roughly, hands migrating down to palm at your ass. You moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to stay steady.

“Jax,” you hiss as you pull away. “Everyone’s gonna think we’re fucking back here. Behave.”

“I like it when you tell me to behave,” he smirks, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

“Behave,” you repeat, tugging his hair roughly. His eyes close in bliss and for a moment, you debate just letting him have you now.

Remembering the entire reason for this conversation, you slap his cheek lightly.

“Best behaviour until the end of my shift. You hear me, Jackson?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He mock salutes you before stealing a quick kiss. Opening the door for you, he smacks your ass as you walk by, laughing when you turn around to glare at him.

“I mean it.”

“Oh I know, baby.”

To his credit, he reels it in. Slightly.

He’s still watching your every move, but with a little less intensity than before. You catch his eyes occasionally, winking as you grin. He shakes his head, beaming smile on his face telling you everything you need to know.

As the night comes to a close, people start to vacate the bar and make their way home, drunk and merry. Jax sticks around, arm slung over the back of the booth as he watches you clean.

“You two gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, Chibs, we’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving, as you hear his bike roar to life.

As soon as Jax has confirmation he’s gone, he’s getting up, sauntering over to where you’re wiping down the bar top.

“What’s my prize?”

“Hmm?”

You look up at him with big doe eyes and he almost melts, leaning across the wood towards you.

“What’s my prize? For behaving myself?”

“You’re insufferable,” you laugh. “You’re supposed to behave yourself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head and lean down to throw the rag under the sink. When you stand up, Jax is pressed against you, body warm and firm.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

His big hands cradle your face, rough and gun calloused.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty.”

You flush, heat rising across your chest. Jax lunges in, smashing his lips to yours and pushing you up against the bar. The lip of the wood is digging into your back as he presses you into it further, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses you.

You gasp as he bites down on your lip, so he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and the gum he chews because he knows you like it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, trying to plaster yourself to him.

Jax leans down and presses open mouthed kisses to your ear, your neck, your collarbones, your chest. No skin goes left untouched as you tilt your head to give him more access. He smirks at how quickly you’ve relented.

“I know you wanted this,” he murmurs against your throat. “Wanted it just as bad as me, didn’t you?”

When you don’t respond, he snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Jax. Please.”

He presses his lips into the junction of your shoulder as his hand slips underneath your dress. He traces you over your underwear, cupping you as he chuckles.

“Filthy girl. So fuckin’ wet.”

You drop your head forward into his chest, trying to take deep breaths so you don’t pass out.

“Can’t take my time with you like I want to,” he murmurs. “Don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you like this.”

In the blink of an eye he’s spinning you around, hand on your shoulder blades to push you down onto the bar top. He flips the skirt of your dress up, bunching it around your waist.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day. Pretty fuckin’ girl.”

Jax pulls your underwear to the side as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them down just enough. You feel the warmth of him behind you, sliding through your wet heat with ease.

“Please,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”

“Needy baby.”

His tone is so patronising, so condescending, that on any other day you’d slap him. But in this current moment, the only thing you can thing about how is how you might die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

“Okay, honey. I’ll give you what you want. Only because you look so fuckin’ gorgeous in this dress.”

He slides himself home as both of you groan. You rest your head on your folded arms on the bar as his hands find your hips, setting a brutal pace instantly.

His rhythm is consistent, deep thrusts reverberating through the core of you. Your knees threaten to give out as he knocks your entire body forward, his hips smacking into yours.

His mouth is running constantly, spewing filth right into your ear as he breathes down your neck.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever seen. This goddamn dress. Drivin’ me insane.”

“Yeah darlin’, just like that. Fuck, baby. S’good.”

“You feel like heaven, fuck. Atta girl.”

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. That’s it, there we go.”

You can’t do anything but take it, babbling nonsense right back at him. He chuckles, snaking his hand around your front to circle your clit.

His fingers are your undoing, clenching around him like a vice as your legs give out. All you can do is whine his name, all high pitched and breathy.

“Fuck, baby.”

Jax comes as soon as he feels you, groaning as he rests his head on your back. He squeezes your hips a couple of times, kissing across your skin.

You’re both revelling in your post orgasm bliss when the door flies open, hitting the wall and startling you both.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, lovebirds.”

Chibs is grinning, laughing as he looks around the booth where he was sitting. He finds his keys on the floor, holding them up as he shakes his head at the two of you.

Jax pulls out of you and buttons himself up, smoothing your dress down to preserve your decency. You hide your face in his chest as he chuckles, the sound rumbling through the both of you.

“See ya tomorrow!” the Scotsman yells as he leaves, stupid smile on his face.

“What did I tell you about behaving?”

Jax can’t help but laugh at you, pulling you in to press a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go home, pretty girl. Wanna fuck you in this dress a couple more times.”

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Note: Most of these stories are currently being drafted. I’m not sure when they’ll be published, but once I have at least one to five pages made, I’ll update the list! 

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Sons of Anarchy:

Juan “Juice” Ortiz/ Black Female OC 

Show Me Love (1 Chapter/ Ongoing) (Rated E) 

Happy Lowman/ Black Female OC

Garden Kisses (In Process) (Rated???) 

Alexander ‘Tig” Trager/ Black Male OC 

The Third Heart (In Progress) (Rated ???) 

Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller/ Black Female OC 

Brown Suga (In Progress) (Rating ???) 

Game of Thrones/ House of Dragons: 

Female Aemond  Targaryen/  Lucerys Velaryon (Non Romantic)

Royal Veil (In Progress) (Rated ???) 

Female Aemond Targaryen/ Velaryon Male OC 

Black Veil (In Progress) (Rated ???)

Aegon II Targaryen/ Black Female OC

Golden Honey Wine (In Progress) (Rated ???) 

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MISC

Scent Series | Penhaligon’s Scent Library | Lord George - Inspiration | WIP

Throat, Load, Explode - for @hotdamnhunnam‘s Dirty Charlie Writing Challenge. - Jax Teller x Reader - Abandoned

A Message From Ray | Ray ✉ @rayslittlekitten - (Request for Raymond x reader.)​

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fresh meat: part 6

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It’s been a week since Jax told Juice about you being at the hospital. He felt like he was driving himself crazy worrying about you. You on the other hand felt realized that maybe Jax didn’t notice or care to think much more of you being at the hospital. 

“Maybe you should go see her, you know talk or somthin’“Jax said as he watch Juice pacing back and forth. They where on a run for the club together. But Jax could see all week how hunted Juice has been with the news of you. 

“And say what?” Juice asked looking up from his laptop. They where running a stake out on a wear house. One that their going to have to break in and steal all the guns that the Mayans stole from them first. Juice was mapping everything out, as well hack into their security system before hand. 

“Just check up on her? She looked kind of sad.” Jax said but before Juice could respond they heard loud gun shots through the empty street. 

“shit” Jax yelled noticed the bullet hole on the SUV. 

“Let’s go, Im in.” Juice said closing the laptop. They got everything they needed for now. This was exactly why he had to put space between him and you. His life wasn’t safe and he knew he couldn’t give you a happy peaceful life. especially the family you wanted. probably the family you where about to have.  

It broke his own heart because he wished he can give it all to you. He would do anything for you but there was so much out of his control. 

As soon as they where back at the clubhouse Juice got on his bike. He couldn't put off seeing you anymore. He was going to so insane the longer he waited. 

Now he stood there pacing back and forth on your drive way. He knew you where home, your car was there. But it was 2 in the morning he wasn't sure if he should even be here.At this point it felt like another force token over his body and mind. 

You on the other hand weren’t asleep like he thought. The pregnancy this far was pretty easy aside from the constant need to pee and the morning sickness that seemed to last all day. You lower stomach was much more pronounced  and there was no way you could fall asleep. You knew you where just going to get bigger. All you wanted to do was roll over and fall asleep on your stomach.

Your heart dropped when you heard the door bell ring. No one ever comes to your house. You slowly creeped out your room looking t the front door. You weren’t sure what to except. You looked through the peep whole to see a very tried and frustrated Juice pacing. 

“So fucken stupid. It’s the middle of the fucken night” Juice mumbled to himself as he was about to give up and just go crash in his dorm. 

“Juice?” You asked opening the door. Maybe you where dreaming. Was he really here. You didn't know if you wanted to see him or not.

“(y/n)...” Juice whispered looking at you with awh. It’s been so long, he missed you so much. He didn't even realized how much till he saw you right there in front of him. 

He felt awh stuck he couldn’t say anything but star at you. You stood there with your hair tied in a messy bun, pieces framing your face perfectly. You had on his old Harley Davidson t shirt that stopped dangerously at your thighs. Some hoe you looked different from before. There was almost a glow. 

He did notice your curves filled out even more. You looked unreal to him. He thought before you where perfect but now he was done for sure. But then his world came slamming down again. The shirt hugged your mid section. There was a small bump there. 

You felt like you where shaking with anxiety as Juice started at you. You knew you gained probably 30 pounds so far and you felt uneasy in your own skin. The way he studied. He frozen when he noticed your bump. You knew this was coming. Jax must have told him. 

“What are you doing here at 2 am?” You finally asked the silence was killing you. 

“Your pregnant?”Juice asked his eyes finally meeting your own. 

“Yeah obviously.” You stated as you adjusted the shirt on yourself. You hated yourself for only wearing his t shirt to bed. You missed him and it still smelled like him. That and maybe none of your other clothes fit you. 

“where you sleeping around with other guys?” Juice asked letting his anger get the better of him.

“You came here in the middle of the night just to accuse me?” You asked him crossing your arms over. 

“No- I just” Juice stumbled over his own words. He didn’t know how to even talk with you. He wasn't sure what he had to say. 

“Juice, I’m 22 weeks. ” you said hoping it was some clarity. 

“I haven’t been with anyone else but you.” You finally said as he said nothing. It was almost like a click went off in his head. Reality seemed to hit Juice in the face. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, they weren’t the most careful before. 

“Did you want to come in or something?” You asked  as you where getting cold outside. And you didn’t really want anyone to see you almost naked.

“Can I?” He asked and you just let out a chuckle letting him through the door. I felt the same as it always was. He sat down on the couch trying to control himself. Every inch of this house he had memories with you from before. You slowly sat down on the other end of the couch facing him. You pulled the throw blanket over yourself. 

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want. I didn’t know I was pregnant when we had that fight. If you want to stick around then you can, but you need to decided before he’s born. I don’t know him to have a father that’s in and out of his life." You finally spoke. You had no idea what Juice was thinking about. 

“It’s a boy?” Juice asked looking at you with his big brown eyes. 

“Yeah, I found out last week. I’m a little over half way through the pregnancy.” You said trying to stretch out your legs over the sofa but didn’t dare get too close to Juice. 

Juice was trying to process everything. He was going to be a father. He never really thought about it before. He never had his father in the picture, maybe that’s why he’s so messed up now. He wouldn’t never be that man. 

“Do you want to see a picture?” You asked trying to make him feel more comfortable with the idea. You knew the feeling of how unreal it felt. You quickly walked to the kitchen grabbing the ultrasound photo off and rushing back to Juice. You sat on the arm rest next to him. You can feel his skin oh so slightly against yours. 

“He has a big head like you.” You joked point to the picture. It wasn't too clear to see but you can easy make out the shape of the baby.  

Juice smiled looking over the ultrasound. You where so excited and happy as you explained where the feet are and how big he is. Juice couldn’t help it when he looked at you all he felt was love. He wanted to make you smile like that everyday. 

His slowly snaked his arms around you before pulling you down on to his lap. You flinch a little when you felt his hand run up and down your exposed tight. his cold gold rings sent goose bumps all over your body. 

“Juice?” You asked not sure if all this was real or not. You pictured telling him about the baby so many times before. 

“(y/n) I am so sorry. You should hate me. But I am a very jealous man and I don’t want to let you go. I know you deserve better, to be with someone that can give you everything. I know I can’t but I sure in hell will try. I want to give you everything you want. “ He said looking in your eyes. IT was like he was searching for something anything in them. 

“You stupid idiot.” You cried out hitting his chest. all the emotions that you’ve been hiding away these past few months all started to unfold. Juice just at there and let you hit his chest as you cried and cursed at him. 

“I missed you so much. I felt so lonely. I love you and you left me.” You cried when you finally calmed down a little letting yourself rest against his hard chest. 

“Shhh darlin, I know I’m the worst. I don’t know how to do any of this. I never been in love. I never was shown love. You just nee to put me in my place. I will never leave. You are my home. Our son is my home.” He said rubbing your back hoping you’d forgive him. 

“I don’t want you coming back just because you knocked me up. I want you to want to be here because of me. Because you want to be here yourself.” You said looking up at him. Juice groaned he was using all his self control to hold back. You looked too cute with your lip pouting and cheeks red and swollen from crying. What’s wrong with him being turned on at the sit of you like this. 

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” Juice whispered as he finally had the strength to press his lips against yours. The kiss was so painfully slow. By now you where straddling him your hands gripping his shirt tightly as if to make sure he wouldn’t disappear. 

His large hands ran under your shirt tracing your hips. They where slowly traveling towards your pregnant belly. The kiss finally broke apart when he pulled the shirt off you leaving you in only panties. Juice couldn’t help but look at you. You breast where huge now, your belly sticking out. He traced it slowly, it was hard. He couldn’t believe it was his baby in there. 

“Your beautiful darlin.” He whispered still amazed at the sight of you in front of him. 

“I’m huge Juice. I feel gross all the time. I don’t fit any of my clothes. My boobs hurt and feel like they weigh a hundred pounds each.” You huffed rolling your eyes at the man in front of you. 

“Yeah and so damn beautiful.”He said smiling up at you before connecting your lisp back together. It didn’t take long before Juice had brought you back to your bedroom. It wasn't just sex anymore. It was passionate and slow. It was like you both desperately wanted to show how much much you've missed and loved each other. 

[untilmynextstory]

F&MU | Sons of Anarchy | One Shot

AU in the “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” Universe

Author Note - As stated, this is going to be an AU of the future story that is titled “Consumed”. I just wanted to post something new for your guys while I try to get my life together in making content for you. I decided while I fix up AINE and work on polishing the outline/universe for this story to post some one-shots that were going to be a story in itself but I couldn’t really get a cohesive plot for what I wanted to tell. Instead of scrapping it altogether, I decided to share the ideas as one-shots. I don’t have a set number for these. For reference since this universe was inspired by Kehlani’s album of the same name, there may be a corresponding one-shot for each song. Maybe, but I don’t have anything set.  Once they do become more substantial, I will add them to fanfic, Wattpad, and AO3 into one solid book So for now, think of them as Tumblr exclusives. Also I’m iffy on writing smut...so I hope its good.

Song Inspo: (X)

Rating: M

Mya finds herself annoyed with herself. Is it surprising that she found herself in this situation considering the last couple of years, not really? She knows that she should have better control over herself and her emotions. At 26 years old, she is too old to be dealing with this bullshit. She had to come to terms that the man she decided to be with was a slut puppy. His past entanglements would always have her practically running into someone who had sucked his dick. 

It was annoying and she could usually deal with it. However, emotions were strung high considering that for the past two weeks she had been ignoring her boyfriend for a reason she couldn’t remember. The sex was good as somehow it kept her coming back for two years, but it didn’t erase he could be a major jackass. A jackass that seemed to have a somewhat toxic hold on her. 

Mya wraps her arms around herself to fight the slight chill of the night. Her friends, Camilla and Natalie, had already left with their boyfriends picking them up. She had been the one left at the station house and wanting to ignore the looks thrown her way from deputies she decided to sit on the bench outside. 

It was then she heard the growl of a very familiar bike pulling into the lot. She watches as he parked his bike and pulls off his helmet and rests it on his handlebars. She tries not to look like a scared toddler as he does throw her a slightly annoyed look. She doesn’t hide the eye roll as she stands up from the bench. She knows when she gets home she will get a verbal lashing like he is her damn father. 

She presumes Unser heard his bike as the old Sheriff comes out the door to greet Jax. As much as she appreciates Unser not throwing her in the cage and having this case turn into a full assault, she is annoyed that he had called Jax. She was hoping this could just be a blip on her radar. Jax didn’t need to know. Yet, the club had a stronghold on the town and the police force. She is sure when she wipes her ass that someone tells Jax. 

“What happened?”

 He doesn’t bother addressing her. He asks Unser directly. She bristles and a hard glare framed by his riding glasses is thrown her way. She gives a sweet smile and turns to Unser. “Thank you for tonight, Unser.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” The elderly cop replies. 

Unser wishes this wasn’t a familiar sight of bailing out Jax’s old ladies. He liked Tara. She was a sweet girl and had a good head on her shoulders except when it came to Jax. Although half the time, he had been picking up both Jax and Tara for simple things for indecent exposure or their jealous streaks getting the best of them. This however was the first time he had picked up Mya. It was clear the only reason the cops were called was Mya was quite frankly beating the shit out of Ima Tite. 

Other than that, his interactions with Mya were at Gemma’s family dinners or events around town and she was always nice and sweet. It just seemed Jax brought out violent streaks in women. 

Mya brushes past Jax and makes her way to his bike. She frowns as she looks down at her mini black dress. It was so not appropriate to wear on the back of his bike. She sighs as she did not expect her night to end like this. She just wanted a night out with friends. Have fun and relax and maybe get some liquid courage to mend things with Jax. She isn’t too sure why they were fighting to begin with. She could admit she was horny as well since her pussy was put away for this idiot. 

She hears Jax mutter Jesus Christ a couple of times before thanking the Sheriff before she hears him walking down the steps back towards his bike. She folds her arms across her chest and she meets his eyes briefly as he does a once over. She watches as his jaw tightens at her little more risque outfit. It doesn’t help with her arms folded her breasts are nearly spilling out of the top. She knows as much as Jax loves her little risque outfits, he doesn’t like them when she isn’t wearing them for his benefit. He hates when she shows in his opinion too much skin when he isn’t around. 

She also knows she isn’t going to be the first one to break the silence. She expects him to immediately get back on his bike. Instead, he takes off his kutte and then slides off his hoodie, and passes it to her. She takes it with no complaint as she slides it over her body. It goes almost to her knees which is more than her dress could do. He passes his helmet over to her, which she eyes in disgust as her hair is styled perfectly in a slick bun. She would need to take it out to fit his helmet on. 

“Don’t,” Jax warns her. 

Mya does as she is told. She places the helmet on the seat and takes out her bun. She fluffs out her hair before she straps the helmet on. 

Jax seems satisfied as he puts his kutte back on and straddles his bike. Mya gets on behind him and it's an instinct that she wraps her arms around him tightly as he turns his bike on. She rests her head against his back as he pulls out and drives back to her place. 

She hates that she has grown to love Jackson Teller. They are both fully aware he is not a man that is easy to love. It’s been nearly two years of them messing around with each other. Maybe toxic was a pretty strong word to throw around because they weren’t awful.

She knows in the beginning their issues stemmed from not knowing what they were doing with each other. They both grew up in different worlds. Mya had not imagined she would get herself involved with a white man, who was involved in an outlaw motorcycle club. It wasn’t as if she was unfamiliar with the gang lifestyle. She grew up on the streets of Oakland. She lost both of her parents from the ripple effects of gangland violence. However, her grandmother had gotten her out and her childhood was far less traumatic. 

So with Jax, she had no interest in starting something serious with Jax. She was fine with making an appearance in his bed. She had just been surprised that having sex with Jax came with strings for her like dealing with his constant meddling mother.  

He has more than enough women wanting him. Jax is aware she can pull any man if she wants. She had learned rather quickly that if she was messing with him that it meant that her pussy was his alone. That right there had been their first big argument when he had caught her on an actual date with another man. She had quickly put him in his place as she informed him fully that he had no claim on her because they got messy in between the sheets a few times. She wasn’t going to be waiting around on him to decide he wanted to go public. She informed him quite boldly that he wasn’t going to think he could have his croweaters at the clubhouse at his beck and call but she was expected to keep her pussy on lock for him. She disabuses him of that notion rather quickly. 

However, the sex after that may have started an unhealthy pattern of her maybe instigating little tiffs because an angry Jax gave her mind-numbing orgasms. 

Besides, it wasn’t as if their first meeting had gone down very well. She could say she despised him and all his brothers for the very nice first impression that they left. 

She had moved to Charming temporarily in the beginning as her grandmother needed hip surgery and Charming had the best surgeon qualified with a rehab center in Modesto. Mya had no problem uprooting her life out of Oakland to be with her grandmother. 

The only downside was the fact she was a budding tattoo artist. The shop where she worked was only giving her grunt work and cover-ups. She had to cater to the egos of the men she was surrounded with. She had been told they wouldn’t hold her spot. There was no love lost there as she had extra income anyway by having her online shop where she sold prints of original artwork. Despite Charming being small and not all that diverse she had liked the place. She liked it enough that she felt comfortable and confident enough to meet with Jacob Hale about potential properties. With her grandmother’s urging, she had paid for a lease for a business front with an apartment attached. There was only one other tattoo shop located in Charming so she didn’t have much competition.  It was hard leaving her grandmother, but she had been excited about this new chapter in her life. 

SweetSexySavage is her baby. 

When she had been looking at places, Jacob had made a few offhand remarks about the club. She honestly didn’t pay too much attention. She was vaguely aware of a motorcycle club calling Charming its home. Besides, she was born and raised in Oakland. She was familiar with the gangs that ran the streets. She didn’t think she would find herself entangled with a motorcycle club. 

It had only been a week since making a more public display of ownership of her shop. She had moved into the apartment a week prior and was settled in. She had been slowly working on getting the inside of her shop set up when she heard the growl of motorcycles. 

She didn’t think much of it until the door she thankfully had locked held back the man knocking on her windows. 

It was then she met Jax Teller. He had acted as the self-proclaimed welcoming committee as he eyed her work in progress and her body, even more, that was displayed with short cotton shorts and a white wife beater that showed her extensive display of tattoos. 

She barely listened to his speech about offering protection that she politely declined. She didn’t care if he took it as an insult. She didn’t bother either introducing herself to the men that were outside her shop either next to their bikes. She had promptly shown Jax the door, but not before handing him some temporary business cards that detailed the future opening. If there was one thing, she could tell the man hated to be dismissed. 

Luckily, she didn’t receive any more drops bys although she swore she heard bikes passing through. The next unexpected visit had been when she was making visits to local businesses to give flyers for her opening when she had driven onto a lot of Teller - Morrow. 

The lot had been busy with mechanics. The sound of power tools filling the air. She had already been aware that the club was located on the lot. She had been prepared to encounter Jax Teller again. However, she thought she should have been prepared to meet Gemma Teller. 

Mya has a lot of ink. She doesn’t even know how many pieces of art she has now. She consistently adds pieces. When she moved to Charming. Her right arm was done with a colorful sleeve with her lower half being roses and the upper half being peacock feather. She had her wave tattoo on the left side of her neck and the right “perdida y encontrada”. Her left shoulder only had the colorful sunflower and on her forearm, she had a portrait of her grandmother. Her left hand had a lotus flower that extended into a traditional Maori tattoo she had gotten in New Zealand. 

Back then all very tame compared to her left arm is a full sleeve, the hands, small face tats, and few leg pieces she has now. 

Usually, she would wear something more conservative. Charming was hit with a heatwave, so she had conceded to wearing a mango orange tank with some jean shorts with some white forces. A simple outfit and considering she was showing a lot of skin as a first impression, she let her curly hair down. 

She didn’t know what to expect as she walked into the office of Teller-Morrow. The equipment was severely outdated at the first glance. She rolled her eyes internally at the tacky display of busty models on the wall next to business cards. The office was small though it only had a loveseat with a couple of extra folded chairs. There was a window where you could see into the garage. There was one desk where Gemma Teller-Morrow was seated.  

Gemma had greeted her cordially although she could feel the judgment at her tattoos. However, while Gemma was doing her appraisal, Mya was impressed that the woman could pull off a lace shirt clearing displaying her black bra containing an impressive rack. She didn’t know how she was wearing jeans, but the office had AC. 

Gemma had graciously accepted the flyers with a promise to hang them up and spread the word around. She did make an offhand comment that the boys were always looking for ink. Gemma had been also trying to pry her for more info. She could tell Gemma was trying to dig for background. She could also tell the woman was trying to give her warnings on how close-knit the town was and not everyone was built for Charming. 

Mya was about to leave when Jax had popped his head through the door asking Gemma, who she learned then was his mother if she had any request for lunch. Jax's had immediately honed in on her and he had walked fully into the office. He didn’t seem to care his mother was in the room while he practically undressed her. 

She didn’t know if Gemma knew about their previous meeting, but she watched as Gemma leaned back in her chair and Jax had all but forced her to have lunch with him. Mya couldn’t hide her irritation at his demand. Yet, she wasn’t stupid at her shop they were on her turf. The garage was his play area and she knew better than to cause a scene. Although, she could have thrown a tantrum when he insisted she had to ride with him on his bike. She ignored his smug look as she snatched his helmet from him. 

Besides if anything she was getting a free meal and she may not care for Jax. He did have sway. Lunch wasn’t awful, thankfully. She did notice the looks thrown her way and of course the waitress flirting with him. She gave him the illusion he held the power for now. Answered his questions simply and she could tell it pissed him off. She teased him, even more, when she ordered a nice ice cream and she had no problem showing off her tongue piercing as she licked the vanilla cone. 

Lunch was quick and he had driven her back to the lot with a promise to see her around. She rolled her eyes but thanked him for the meal as she skipped to her car. 

She didn’t see him around until her shop opened. She was offering small flash pieces since she was the only artist at the time. The only other person in the shop was a teenager named Amelia, who was going to work at the front desk. The turnout had been more than she expected. She had been nervous and scared, but the small town of Charming had come through for her. It was near the end of the opening when she heard the bikes. The whole club had come to see the new business in their shop. Gemma had come in with who she introduced as her husband, Clay, who was the club’s president. She then met Tig, Happy, Bobby, Opie, and Juice. 

However, the member she connected with the most was Happy, a visiting member she learned. As a fellow tattoo artist, the two had clicked and she even gave him a lotus tattoo on each of his wrists. From then the two had hit it off and he had been coming to her for his tattoos or touch-ups. She even let him have his spot as a guest artist if he stayed in town long enough. 

However, being friends with Happy, meant dealing with Jax more often than not. She thinks the only reason she had come to tolerate Jax was because of Happy. Jax would stop through her shop when Happy was around. It was the only reason that when Jax had asked her to stop by for a party at the clubhouse she went was because it was Happy’s birthday. 

She hates to admit at Happy’s party that somehow she spent most of her evening entertained by Jax. Just not enough to let him in her pants though. She withheld a couple more parties and the only reason was that she hated to admit but witnessing Jax fight in their makeshift ring had turned her on. Mya is well aware that she had issues. 

She thinks it's crazy that it’s been almost two years since then. 

Jax pulls into his designated spot for his bike. He lets her get off and Mya steadies herself on her heels before she walks the small pathway that leads to her apartment instead of going through the shop. 

Jax is silent behind her as she unlocks the door. Immediately as she gets through her front door, she works to remove her heels. She is surprised when Jax kneels to help her unlatch the buckle at her ankle. 

She sighs as her feet touch the plush carpet of the stairs. With her heels in her hands, she works her way up the stairs. Jax locks the first door behind her and follows her up the stairs. 

As she opens the door to her place, they both are instantly greeted by her black cat, Buttercup. Buttercup slides around her ankles, but the traitorous cat purrs longingly as they rub up against Jax. 

Mya clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she makes her way to her bedroom. 

Her apartment was a three-bedroom apartment. The front entry leads into her living room and dining room. In the corner of the dining room were french doors that lead to a small balcony. Off to the side of the dining room was the kitchen. Next to the kitchen lead to a bedroom she used as her art studio. The other half of the apartment was the bathroom that connected to the second bedroom she kept as a guest room mostly for her grandmother. 

Her master bedroom was at the opposite end of the place that had her bathroom and small balcony. Her room was coral. Her queen-sized bed was in the middle of the room with a boho tribal wool rug underneath. On each side of the bed were large elephant ears in terra cotta pots. There was a curricular mirror with gold trim on the wall in the center above her bed. 

She had various artworks displayed on the wall by herself and her artists in the shop. Mya places her shoes next to her dresser and then removes her larger circular silver hoops. She runs her fingers through her hair to break the cast of her gel. 

Mya sighs as she easily tosses aside Jax’s hoodie. She unzips the side of her dress and wiggles out of it just to reveal she only had a pair of navy blue lace thongs underneath. She crawls onto her bed on all fours before she turns and rests on her elbow to look at Jax. She smiles internally as his eyes focus on her breasts, but she rolls her eyes as he has a pissy look on his face as he stands by the end of her bed. 

“You’re not going to be pissy all night are you?” She asks him. 

“Don’t hear from you in two weeks and then I get a call from Unser about you almost being charged with assault.”

“It’s not my fault your whores don’t know their place,” Mya mutters before she crawls to the end of the bed and stands before him on her knees. Her arms wrap around his neck. She doesn’t want to entertain the conversation further. If she thinks too hard she would get mad as to why he would even be mad at her when Ima was the one that instigated it. 

She gives him a sultry smile, “I missed you.”

Jax raises an eyebrow but doesn’t budge, “Yeah.”

Mya nods her head as she has her hands travel down from his neck to the buckle of his belt. She places a kiss on his neck before she motions for him to move back. She places herself between him and the bed as she kneels before him. Mya works his belt and jeans off with no resistance. 

She smiles at him, his pupil’s blown, as she takes him out of his boxers. She presses a kiss to his tip as her hands wrap around him.  She licks him from base to tip. She knows Jax is being difficult as he keeps his hands at his sides. She licks another long stripe before she takes him fully in her mouth. She swallows him whole and she is rewarded with a small groan. She exhales through her nose and steadies herself before she pulls off his length fully. 

She holds him steady with one hand at his base. She begins a bobbing motion up and down his length. When her hands reach for his scrotum, Jax’s self-control seems to break. Hands fist in her black hair as he guides her head and begins moving his hips. Her jaw goes slack as he finds his rhythm and fucks her mouth. 

Mya parts her thighs, ignoring the burn from the carpet, as she begins touching herself. It wasn’t even until she started messing around with Jax that she realized that she does like a little rough sex. She toys with her clit and that is when Jax releases a loud moan. She finds herself yanked off his length. He pulls her up and she gets a glimpse of his blown pupils the blue in his eyes only a rim before he presses a bruising kiss to her lips as she jumps when he rips her thin panties. 

“Get on the bed,” he orders. 

She follows his command as he kicks off jeans and a boxer and rips off his shirt. She lays back on the pillow as she watches his muscles flex with his movement. She thinks she is a weak bitch when it comes to this man. Jax crawls up on the bed and meets her lips. His tongue invades her mouth. She sighs in his mouth as he meets her clit. She is taken back when he flips them so he is on his back. Mya straddles his lap. He helps lift her enough as she guides him inside her. A cry leaves her throat as he fills her up. 

The stretch of him is something she has to get used to. 

Plus it’s been close to two weeks since she let him in her bed. 

She flattens her hands against his chest as she begins to find her rhythm. 

Jax lays back against the pillows as he relaxes and enjoys her bouncing on his cock. 

“Christ,” he mutters as she slams down him one hard thrust. She revels in the delirious moan that he releases. She can tell he is fighting to not roll his eyes in the back of his head. His grip on her sides is hard enough that she knows that she is going to have some bruises. His eyes flutter shut. 

She slows to a grind that makes her shiver as it has him hitting her clit. 

“You still with me?” She teases. 

His eyes snap open. He tugs her down as he places a possessive kiss on her lips before he travels down her neck and across her chest. The sting of the cool air informs her that she will have a lot of lovebites. She continues grinding on him and the pressure on her clit has her so close when she closes her eyes and is taken by surprise when Jax pushes her off him. 

She bounces on the mattress and any protest on her lips leaves as he pins her on her back and buries himself between her thighs.

Mya has no choice but to take what he gives her. He picks up his pace as he hammers into her g-spot. He sucks vibrant hickeys on her neck as Mya screams as he sends her into an orgasm. 

Jax moans loud and long with her as he reaches his release. Mya sobs from the overstimulation as he fills her with his cum. 

Jax crumbles on top of her as they catch their breath. Jax buries his face in her chest as her fingers scratch along the base of his hairline.  They stay like this for a few moments as she feels him softening inside her. She whines when he fully pulls out leaving her empty.  

He immediately scoops her up as he takes her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

“What a prince,” she murmurs tiredly. 

Jax snorts as he places her down. She shivers as her feet touch the cool tile floor. He hands her some baby wipes. 

“You want my shirt?”

Mya nods her head as she sits on the toilet to pee. Jax walks back in with his shirt and places it on the countertop. Mya washes her hands while Jax cleans himself up. Mya thinks it's domestic as they both brush their teeth. Mya slides his t-shirt on as he grabs his boxers from the floor. 

“I want to be the little spoon tonight,” Mya tells him as she slides under the covers. 

“You miss me?” Jax goads as he settles behind her and wraps his arms around her. 

Mya doesn’t bother answering him as she scrunches her nose. Jax isn’t having that as he places his chin between the space of her neck and shoulder and begins rubbing his beard against her. She squeals in surprise as she is ticklish. 

“Jax!”

Jax laughs as he places a kiss on her cheek. “Love you.”

Mya huffs but smiles as she replies. “Love you too.”

[garbinge]

Riding With Angels

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Request by: @justreblogginfics​ Scenario #1 Decorating the tree Dialogue #4: "I know we said no presents this year but..."

A/N: Okay so I’m either 2 months late for a holiday fic OR 10 months early... you decide lol. If you know me, you know I can’t write anything without making it angsty. This can be read as a standalone but is meant to be a continuation of Home. Thank you for submitting this... I had a really great time brainstorming this up and writing it!!!

Word Count: 4.1k words

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, mentions of death, car/motorcycle accidents. Canon-level angst. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc (happy to add anyone to any future SOA fics!)

The atmosphere had everything going for it to be the perfect holiday evening. There was Christmas music playing lightly in the background, the kids and you had baked cookies and attempted to make gingerbread houses during the day. You had started to hang up some string lights throughout the windows in the house, but currently you were staring at the tree. Abel was dancing around the fake pine roping tinsel around it as Thomas was picking through the storage bin of Christmas items with likely no thoughts but what would taste good. It was a picture perfect moment, but you couldn’t help but miss Jax. You hoped the kids didn’t feel the absence of their father as much as you did but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. A little hand tugged at your shirt, the motion caused you to shake yourself from your thoughts and look down at Abel. 

“When’s daddy coming home?” 

The question left a weight on you. Your eyes moved over to the clock that sat above the entryway table. 8:17PM. It was technically still early, you thought, even though you knew you were kidding yourself. You always found yourself in this position, waiting on Jax. You were brought back to reality when the doorbell rang. 

“Daddy will hopefully be home soon, baby.” You picked him up to offer a little bit of comfort to the kid before making your way to the door. 

“Is that him?” Abel said as the doorknob turned. Gemma appeared through the door with her keys in hand. “Grandma!” he called out and wiggled out of your grip. 

Gemma hugged the boy as he collided with her while you went to grab Thomas to say hello. 

“Sorry to drop by unexpectedly,” Gemma said as she made her way to the living room. 

“Are you?” You subtly snapped. 

Gemma looked at you with annoyance and a little shock in her eyes. It wasn’t like you to act like that, while you had your opinions on Gemma, especially after reading John Teller’s manuscript, you never showed your cards to her. It honestly had nothing to do with being scared of her, which is what Gemma probably thought, it had to do with the kids, with Jax, the family you built together and the plans you and Jax had for the future, not showing your true thoughts and feelings was for that reason only. And even with all of that in mind, you did love the woman, just not her choices in life. But at this moment, you were taking out your anger on Jax and the club on Gemma. 

You quickly responded “I’m sorry, I’m in a mood.” 

“Rare for you.” The statement usually would have been sarcastic out of the older woman’s mouth but she meant it, because you always were able to put on a face. Before you could continue to talk, Abel was dragging both you and Gemma into the living room begging for you to help with the tree decorating. 

Your eyes were focused on the dish in front of you. It was sparkling clean but you were scrubbing furiously as a way to get your frustration out. The kids were in the living room still with Gemma, you weren’t sure if they were still decorating the tree or had moved on to something else, but as long as Gemma had them under her supervision, your mind couldn’t bring itself to focus on that. You took the opportunity to be by yourself and be upset, you didn’t like showing that to the kids, between that and everything with Gemma you felt like there were rare and few times in between that you could be your true self. If anything, Jax was really the only person you were your true self with and with him being MIA more often than not these days made you feel like you were losing a part of yourself. Which is why you were taking it out on the dishes. You hated the fact you were losing yourself over a boy. And yes, you understood it was deeper than that. It wasn’t just a boy. It was your family. But nothing took the sting of that away. 

“Looks pretty clean to me.” Gemma’s voice sounded from behind you.

You took a large sigh and looked back at her over your shoulder. “Where are the kids?”

“Playing in the living room, Abel wanted to wait till Jax came home to finish the tree.” Gemma said, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. 

You mumbled under your breath, something that Gemma didn’t hear but she definitely understood what was happening.

“You gonna keep sulking or tell me what’s on that pretty lil mind of yours.”

You kept your mouth shut and moved back to a different dish in the sink, you weren’t going to entertain her on this because she wasn’t approaching the situation from a place with care, she was being nosy. 

“You know that ring on your finger doesn’t change anything.” 

And apparently now she was being mean. You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes moved down to your left hand where the silver engagement band glistened under the running water. 

“It’s the same Jax. Same club. Same ways of working. There’s gonna be late nights, sweetheart, that’s why you’re here, for the kids, for the house, you keep the foundation solid and they bring the money home for you to keep things solid. The ring doesn’t change that, if anything it makes it more prevalent.”

Boiling. Your blood was boiling. Now your thoughts of losing yourself were being taunted by the thought of being just a housewife, just someone’s old lady. 

Gemma might have been right in her time, even if the irony of the fact that she had never been one to sit on the sidelines, she might as well be patched with the sway she had on the men in the club, Jax included. 

“You realize you’re lecturing me because I’m upset Jax wasn’t here to decorate the tree with his kids.”  You turned to her, you started out the night giving her attitude and you weren’t going to stop now. “You talk about keeping this solid,” you waved your hands around the room, “how do I do that when my kids are asking about Jax all day long?”

“Your kids?” Gemma smiled.

You turned around again back to facing the sink and shook your head. “Why do you start these conversations when you just want to argue, your goal in this is to just come out on top. Those ARE my kids, Gemma. I feed them, I spend my days with them, my nights with them, I placed them in the best schools, best daycares, they call me mom for fucks sake.”

Gemma walked over to you, in a Teller attempt to apologize and clarify herself. 

“Those ARE your kids.” She said, “It’s just shocking to hear you say it.” 

“Shocking?” you turned realizing now, how close she was to you. 

“You’re very hard to read, you know.” She cocked an eyebrow up. 

That made you laugh, “I know what you’re saying, about keeping things solid, but you out of all people should know that it's different when they’re at the position they’re in. I’m not just a Son’s old lady. I’m the VPs old lady. I’m Jax Teller’s old lady.” 

“You aren’t just marrying the man, baby. You’re marrying the club.” 

Those words weighed heavy on you. You weren’t marrying the club. You and Jax had long conversations about leaving the club which is why you were feeling how you felt. Everything felt backwards, he was spending long nights doing club things, it seemed like he was getting deeper in the club when he was promising you that he was getting out. But in Gemma’s eyes that was fact so you quickly flipped a switch. 

“You’re right, sorry Gem. Just the holidays and stuff make it harder, you know.” You shrugged and dried your hands off. 

“C’mon, let’s get back to the boys.” Gemma tried to move past this whole conversation like nothing happened. 

“I’m gonna make myself a cup of coffee, I’ll meet you there in a minute.” You said with the best smile you could. 

You made your way to the kitchen table with your cup of coffee. Slamming your head against the table seemed like a viable option right now, but instead you opted to rub your temples. 

The door opened, causing your head to jerk up to see who it was. Even though there was only one person left who it could be, it was still surprising to see Jax at the door. Opie was behind him, both of them looking like they had the longest night of their life. Abel’s voice filled the entire house as he screamed in joy. 

“DADDY!!!!” His little feet making quick stomping noises as they darted toward his father. 

A smile grew on Jax’s face immediately, he bent down to catch Abel in his arms. At this point, Jax was already past the opening in the entryway that led to the kitchen, leaving you unnoticed in the kitchen. 

“Someone was waiting for you to come home so you could decorate the tree.” Gemma’s voice was low but you heard it. Your anger boiled in your throat again, that wasn’t for Gemma to tell, that was for you to tell, but you didn’t even get greeted in your own home yet so what did you honestly expect. 

Opie looked into the kitchen, his eyes taking in the scene of you. Clocking your frustration straight away, he called to Jax and nodded his head into the kitchen. Jax’s head peaked in and his expression dropped seeing you at the table. With a deep sigh, he entered the kitchen. 

“You want a cup of coffee?” Your feet were pushing up from your seat and making their way to the coffee machine before you could think, you knew that one hug from Jax and you’d be pushed over yet again. 

“I wanted to say hello to my wife.” You could hear how he was trying to work you in the tone of his voice. 

“Fiancé.” You corrected him and handed him a mug. 

His eyebrows raised, and a smirk played on his face. “I stand corrected.” A hand moved up in surrender while the other one gripped the coffee mug. 

You could hear Gemma and the boys playing together and Opie’s voice with them too. Now that was rare. Opie barely played with his own kids let alone Jax’s, which got you going down the rabbit hole of what that meant and how if Jax’s best friend could so easily dive back into the club after being so against it, was that what was happening with Jax. 

“What’s going on with you?” He asked genuinely. 

“What’s not going on, Jax? It’s fucking Christmas time and you’re barely home,” you paused to whisper your next sentence, “you told me you were done with this shit and now you’re deeper in than ever and you’re pushing me out, I don’t know anything that’s happening.” 

Jax understood your pain, but he wasn’t going to subject you to the club dramatics, he knew what he had to do to get out and he was doing it, despite what it might have looked like. 

“I’m sticking to our plan” His voice was firm. 

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Our plan.” You laughed like that actually meant something. 

“Darlin’.” He was getting annoyed but trying to meet you halfway or somewhere.

“No, Jax. This isn’t something you can just sweet talk your way out of. This is our fucking life.” 

“Do you trust me?” He said, stepping towards you. 

“Less and less everyday.” You said truthfully and it pained his heart but he did understand. “But, yes. I do.” 

Jax peered into the living room, seeing Gemma in deep conversation with Opie. 

“You out of all people should know why I can’t just leave, why I have to leave everything in a good place. This was the last thing my dad had. I didn’t get a house or some real estate investment when he died,  this is what he left me. The club was his and I can’t just let it die because I want out.”

There was so much to argue with what he said, you read that manuscript and even though JT had blueprinted a way for the club to earn legit, you also knew that he ended it wanting to burn it all down. Jax believed that was just a desperate man angry at the world who knew he was on borrowed time, but you knew it was the writing of a man who had exhausted every option. The only reason you didn’t have it in you to say that to Jax was because you got it. This was what bonded you two. This was how you met and got to talking all those years ago…bonding over dead fathers and the irony of how they both had gone from motorcycle accidents. That day you met in the Harley shop, you both stood in the plaque aisle getting something to honor them. The very thing that glued you two together was the very thing tearing you apart.

You understood the pain of trying to live in their honor, do things to carry out their legacy. In fact, it was probably why you were so eager to get out of this horror of a town. But the same very thing is what was keeping Jax here. 

“I know I didn’t know JT, but, I can’t imagine he’d want you drowning, Jax. Exhausting your options is exactly what he did, there becomes a point where you have to recognize that before you end up like both of our fathers...” 

“Riding with Angels.” He finished your sentence looking at the two plaques that had brought you two together that hung in the kitchen. “That’s not gonna happen. Please, that’s why Opie’s here, I briefed him on everything tonight, I’m gonna give him JT’s book and just it’s gonna be fine, I need you to believe that.” Jax was begging you. 

Looking into his eyes, you saw he needed that faith. You thought back to what Gemma had said, that you need to be solid, be the foundation and keep things stable at home. Hating to admit it, but she was right. Even though she had no clue what was truly happening, she was right. And you hated that. 

But there was nothing you could do, and that’s what you hated even more. 

Feeling defeated, you stepped towards him, letting your hand raise and sit on the left side of his kutte, your fingers lightly swiping over the redwood original patch. Slowly your hand moved down to  grip his arm that was holding the coffee mug, your gaze moved up to his eyes, blue as ever, you wished you could get lost in them like you used to, before looking into Jax’s eyes felt like euphoria, it felt like young and wild passion, but lately it felt like you were drowning, looking into them was like a high tide pulling you back in deeper and deeper each time until you were drowning. And they did, because as you looked into them, you gave up and let the waves of baby blue take you in. “Tell your mom to go home, give Opie the manuscript, and decorate the tree with me and the kids.” You demanded those three things, if you were going to give him another chance you at least needed to feel like you were in charge. “I’ll be in the bedroom, waiting, I can’t look at either of them right now.” 

Truthfully, you would have said that about anyone associated with the club. You felt defeated, broken, and like you had lost the biggest game of tug o war. Realizing the club took priority over you was a reality that slapped you across the face every time and looking at Gemma and Opie was just pouring salt into that wound.

He tried to smile down at you, trying to offer compassion even though truthfully he was glad that a fight didn’t escalate and he had the opportunity to show you he had everything under control.

You escaped to the bedroom, not even glancing up to Opie and Gemma as you walked down the hallway, their eyes were burning into you but still you didn’t even look through your peripheral vision. 

As you stood in your shared bedroom, part you thought to pack your shit up and leave, you could go through the window, take only what you needed and just leave it all behind. You stared at the open closet where your suitcase sat, it was covered by Jax’s duffel, the irony behind it all. Before you could have a thought more, you felt a tug at your pants. As you looked down into the little eyes that were staring back up at you, every thought of leaving escaped you. There was a slight giggle out of his mouth as he tucked his head into you. A pang of guilt hit you for a moment, that you even thought about leaving. If Jax’s eyes were the high tide drowning you, Abel’s were the breath of fresh air to save you. 

“Daddy says to come out to the tree.” The boy hid his face again with a giggle.

“Oh, really? Are we going to finish decorating it all together?” You asked bending down to his level. 

“He said Santa gave him something to give to you.” 

“Santa, huh? I can’t believe daddy knows Santa!” You teased the boy, he laughed and pulled your arm because he seemed eager to see what it was. “Come on, let’s go.” You said picking him up and walking out to the living room. 

Jax had been placing ornaments on the tree with Thomas who was trying to pull them off. 

“I hear Santa gave you a gift for me.” Your voice had changed, it wasn’t as lively as it was when you talked with Abel but it also wasn’t as rigid as when you were talking to Jax. Somewhere in the middle of that was where you were now. 

Jax smiled, and bent down to grab a black bag that was under the tree. "I know we said no presents this year but...Santa doesn’t listen.” Jax smirked as he handed the package over to you. “Santa also didn’t have time to wrap it.” He smiled, his grin was shit eating and if he didn’t have Thomas in his arms you would have pushed him back slightly but you just shook your head and took the black bag in your free hand, the one that didn’t have Abel. 

It was a pretty big package, decently heavy. You placed Abel down, he started decorating the tree, handing ornaments up to Jax and Thomas as you stared at the bag. 

“You gonna open it or what?” Jax asked, still grinning. 

“Open it! Open it!” Abel jumped up and down. 

With a deep sigh you grabbed what was inside the black bag to find another bag around whatever the item was. This bag however, was clear with the words ‘EVIDENCE’ printed across it. There was some writing on the white printed square on the front of the bag. A frown filled your face, a fucking evidence bag? What was Jax thinking? Your eyes scanned over the bag reading the red marker notes. 

April 28th, 1994 Highway 99 Marker 78 TOD: 11:37

This was all the information of when your father died, your heart started beating faster as you started to come to terms with what this was. Your hand opened the evidence bag and met the fabric from inside. The feeling of the worn leather and patches felt like the cure you needed. It sent something over your entire body. Just when you thought that nothing could beat this feeling, you took it out of the bag. The smell of your father’s cologne was still faint on the fabric but strong as it hit your nose. The tears built up as you let the evidence bag fall to the ground and the leather jacket fully drop open. The brown leather was so worn, it had seen a lot over the years of your father wearing it, many highways, many states. The patches each had a story of their own. Most of them coming from the different states he had traveled to, Nevada, Texas, Arizona and more. Some to honor his time in the military and service to the county. Some just for decoration, a skeleton’s middle finger, a bear with it’s teeth showing, a compass. Then your hand passed over the patch you gifted him when you were a kid. #1 Dad. It was worn, more worn than you had remembered, but that’s when you saw the scuff from the accident. It had ended where the #1 Dad patch was, expanding across a large amount of other ones, making them have loose stitching where the leather was scratched. The pavement probably ripping the threads from them off as he slid against it from the accident. It offered you a bit of closure, seeing how it all happened. You had begged the police department for more information besides a crash, the report you saw didn’t even have an officer sketch of the accident and since foul play was a potential factor, they had kept all the evidence. You gave up years ago trying to get the evidence from lockup, but somehow it was sitting in your hands right now. 

Looking up from jacket, your eyes blurry from tears, you stared at Jax. 

“How?” It was the only word you could get out of your mouth. 

Jax placed Thomas on the ground to crawl around, and turned up the Christmas music so it would be harder for them to hear what he was gonna say. 

“Unser owed me one. He was able to pull a few strings at the Stockton State Trooper station. That’s why I was home late tonight, Ope and I went to pick it up and got stuck in traffic on the 99, construction shit.” 

You were in awe. After everything you tried, after all these years, you had his jacket in your hand, you had closure in your heart, something that almost felt unreal. 

“Unser has the police report, the real one. Figured you’d want the choice to look at it,” he started to explain, “that and it wasn’t up for civilian grabs.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Thought the jacket would be more of a heartwarming gift. There’s something in the inside pocket, too. Pictures. I didn’t look through them, I just wanted to make sure it was really it, based on what you’ve told me.” 

“Jax–I,” you had no words, you brought your hands up to wipe the tears from your eyes. 

“Why is mommy crying?” Abel said trying to raise his voice over the music. 

“Santa got me a really good gift, Abel.” You said looking directly into Jax’s eyes. “Something she’d been asking for for a long long time.” 

“Does that mean Santa is going to get me a skateboard this year?” Abel asked excitedly. 

You and Jax both let out a laugh, yours was cutting through the tears. “Thank you. So much.” You mouthed to him, it was all you could offer up with how much emotion you were feeling. 

Jax just shook his head with a nod, like it was nothing, a simple favor but he knew how much it meant to you.

“Come on, let’s finish decorating this tree.” Jax’s voice got higher as he spoke to the kids, picking Abel up to get the candy cane ornament near the top of the tree.

After placing the jacket safely on the couch for now, you picked Thomas up, so the 4 of you could all be at eye level. You looked over at Jax who was laughing about something with Abel. The music had changed, one of your favorite Christmas songs playing in the background. As the latest laugh left Jax’s mouth, his eye caught yours and he looked at you. Like really looked at you.

The blue eyes you were staring at weren’t trying to drown you in that moment anymore, they had a tint of hope and glimmer in them. You didn’t feel like the tide was trying to bring you in, you felt like maybe they were saving you. So for what you told yourself would be the last time, you forgave Jax, and more importantly you believed Jax. Because he had proven to do the impossible tonight for you, he must have been able to do it again for your family. Right?

[sparklemichele]

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.”

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"Excuse me, Ma'am"? You knocked on the door frame of the garage door. The woman sitting there turned her head to you and her jaw dropped.

"Ye-yes"? She removed her glasses and stood up.

"I'm looking for Jackson Teller. Is he working today"?

"Who are you, sweetheart"? She asked her voice trembling. Like she already knew the answer.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Jackson Teller is my father". As you said the last words, the woman gasped and fell back into her computer chair. Your eyes widened and you dashed to her side.

"Are you okay? Ma'am, are alright"? You asked over and over. She nodded her head but you went into the garage.

"Excuse me. The lady in here just fainted. I think". You chewed on your bottom lip as the three men rushed passed you into the office. You sat and watched as they brought her back to reality.

"Who are you, lass"? The Scottish man asked.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I'm looking for Jackson Teller".

"Jesus H Christ". He sighed and motioned for one of the other men to go into the clubhouse up front.

"I'm Chibs, why dont you come sit down"? You pointed to the waiting chairs behind him. As the woman gathered herself, she stared at you.

"Are you okay"? You asked as she smiled.

"I'm fine. Just the old heart here". She pointed to her chest. The scar poking out from beneath her shirt.

"You have that too"? You chuckled, showing her your surgery scar.

"Oh my god". She clamped her hand over her mouth and began to sob.

"She's had a rough week". Chibs covered for her.

"Chibs, is Gemma alright"? A tall, blonde man came running in and stopped at the door way when he saw you. It was like looking into a mirror.

"Shit". He huffed, running his hand down his goatee.

"Shite, is right Jacky Boy". Chibs chuckled.

"You're Jackson Teller"?

"Yeah".

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Your daughter".

"Wendy"?

"Yeah". You frowned looking down at your shoes.

"Come inside and we can talk". Jackson nodded to the clubhouse. He let you walk first and followed. He was trying to figure out when and where you were conceived.

"I was two when she put me up for adoption". You started off telling Jackson.

"I'm sorry, she didn't tell me she was pregnant. I didnt know". Jackson sighed as he took a hit from his cigarette.

"She didnt list the father. I have my birth records and the adoption papers". You pulled out a file.

"How old are you"?

"Seventeen. My parents. My adopted parents told me they would help me find you if I wanted to when I turned eighteen but my friends and I dug you up. When we found Wendy we knew that it had to be a Son".

"Yeah, we were together for about four years. Then one day she split, I havent seen her since". Jackson smashed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"I've seen her. She's on drugs. I think that's why she put me up. Couldnt do drugs when you have a screaming baby messing up your high".

"I'm sorry. What are your parents like"?

"They're good people. Moms a nurse and dads a dentist. Had braces for eight years. Worst years of my life". You both laughed.

"Siblings"?

"A brother. Thomas. He's in college". You told him, a smiles crept on his face.

"I had a brother named Thomas".

"Had"?

"Died when he was six. Same heart defect that my mom and I have".

"Yeah"? You showed him your scar.

"Genetics, man". Jackson chuckled.

"Yeah, so the lady in the office is"?

"Gemma, your grandmother".

"Oh. Cool".

"Well, you met me. Was I what you thought"? Jackson asked.

"You seem much cooler in person". You giggled.

"So you want to stick around for a bit? Met your uncles and great uncles? Step-grandpa"?

"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks, Jackson".

"Call me Jax, kiddo". Jax smiled bright and big. You were finally meeting the mystery father you dreamed about. Life was pretty great right now.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Self-Defence

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Words: 899

Summary (Requested by Anon): “Hey darling, could you please write some headcanons on Raymond Smith teaching you how to fight/self defence? Maybe ends up smutty?” 

Warnings: protective!Ray, slight mentions of (physical) abuse/violence, smut, swearing. 

A/N - LOVE the idea of this! Can definitely see this happening with Ray... Hope you enjoy x 

As intriguing as Ray’s occupation was working for a notorious gangster crew, and the perks that came along with it... There was however, a down-side. 

The major flaw in Ray’s work in particular was you. You were his disadvantage, the target that potential rivals may consider to use as means of attacking Ray. 

It took him a while to gain the confidence to go public with you, after the constant nagging and reassuring conversations, that you trusted him, believed you were in safe hands, and that you would be prepared had finally convinced him. 

And yet, a part of Ray still had his doubts, although it was too late for him to backdown now. The whole entire crew knew you, and those they had formed partnerships and alliances with. 

Prior to meeting you, Ray's worst nightmare was an unkept household filled with sheer grime and dirt, all until you’d waltzed into his life. 

His priorities had shifted drastically and these feelings were unfamiliar territory. He’d come to realise that now the worst possible thing he couldn't even dare to imagine, was seeing you in harm’s way.

And so he had taken matters into his own hands...

“Right, so I think it’s about time I teach you a few basic manoeuvres in self-defence, love.” 

Initially you thought this was Ray’s shitty attempt at humour, he knew you weren’t really the coordinated time, nor did you believe it was necessary to learn. However, realising the seriousness in both his tone and body language, you thought otherwise.

“Surely not, Ray?”

“Y/N, darling, think about it. If some random cunt even thinks about laying a finger on you... I want you to be prepared, and you promised you would be.” 

He caught you there... You did agree to his terms, once he'd finally been persuaded to come forward about your relationship. 

And so it became tradition, every week the Coach had lent the gym a few nights after it had “closed” for Ray’s personal self-defence class. 

You thought it would be simple, that Ray would take his time and go easy on you as a beginner, although he was quite the opposite. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, you need to take this as seriously as I am. I can’t go easy on you, that’s just not how it works around here. I want you to get the hang of this as quick as possible, now focus-” 

So far 2 weeks had passed, and you’d begun to easily recall the strikes and techniques from memory, after the amount of times Ray had drilled them into you.

Only shit thing, your body was completely sore that going waking up for work was even a painful struggle. 

And Ray, again, took matters into his own hands. He was nurturing, he bathed you himself and tended to any bruise that had popped up from his harsh counter strikes and grip. 

He apologised always as he tended to you, although you knew they were not intended as means to abuse nor harm you... It was preparation, and you’d seen it for yourself with Ray: scars marked all across his body. 

“I truly am proud of you, Y/N. You’re quite the fast learner.” 

Heading into the 3rd week, you’d learnt all the basic skills from counteracting a strike, to escaping the harshest of holds if someone had dared to kidnap you. 

Another session, that was nearing its end, you felt you’d become adapted to the routine of things, when Ray had insisted on revising the previous skills.

“Show me how you’d take down someone sneaking up from behind.” 

And as you instinctively turned your back towards him, ready to act out the given scenario, you felt Ray’s strong arms hastily snake their way around your waist... Definitely not part of the scenario.

“Ray, what are you doing?” 

“Rewarding you.”

Before you knew it, Ray took you right there and then. No concern for Coach’s gym, it was as if something had taken over him.

“Fuck you look incredible in these clothes, all so tight around every inch of you.” 

Despite adoring them, he didn’t spare a minute of tearing them from your body. 

“I need you right now, Y/N.” 

 His deeps, low growls, along with your sultry moans of his name, echoed throughout the empty gym. It drove him even more wild. 

“You deserve this, baby.” Each word he could only manage to utter, breathless, as he pounded himself deeply into you.

You didn’t even dare to respond, so immersed in his reward, you felt that you’d be exhausted, however Ray’s sudden plans left you exhilarated.

Just as he had been dominating you as your sparring partner, this hadn't changed at all. 

His lips hungrily drawing in on your skin, leaving those deep red marks along your body. One hand rested towards your back, lifting your hips up for you, forward towards his body as he tried to penetrate his hard member deeper into your body. 

The other free hand, did as he pleased. Firmly massaging your tit before traveling up into your hair, tugging at the loose strands. 

“Fuck me Y/N!”

Having had the fun, it became a regular thing of Ray... Rewarding you in such vigorous ways, you’d grown to look forward to these self-defence lessons. 

It was exactly the type of quality time he needed after a hard day’s work. 

[beeroses]

He’ll never let this die

This is for the wonderful @rebelwrites​​ FanFic Friday writing challenge! She’s been such a big push for me in putting my head back to writing (and she doesn’t even know it)!!! Credit for the GIF to the owner. Credit for the characters to Kurt Sutter. 

Warnings : None really, other than Jax being a goddamn brat!

- You promised me. You promised me this wouldn’t happen again. It’s the third year in a row this happens. You said not this time. Yet, why am I still standing here, coming to BAIL YOU OUT ? 

- Ha there you are! On the dot, let me guess, it was your birthday this week? deputy chief Hale asked, smirking.

- Jackson Teller, I’m gonna have to physically hurt you. The entire police department knows my actual birthday because of you. What the hell is wrong with you that you have to start a brawl every year?

Jax was smirking, still sitting in his cell. Your birthday parties have been wild ever since you’ve started calling Jax your best friend, but for the last couple of years, he’s been pushing you to your absolute limits. Picking fights with absolutely anyone who tried flirting with you. Never letting you have a single moment to enjoy the company of any possible conquest. 

- Well, Sweetheart, you know how it is, I don’t like the look, they don’t get a chance, his smirk only growing, making you want to murder him, right there. 

- Has he ever let anyone a chance, so far? Hale asked, amused. 

- Why are you part of this conversation, still? you replied, annoyed at the fact that he was still there, listening to that and enjoying the show. 

- You, of everyone, should know how this works, you have paperworks to fill and sign before I let you leave with his arrogant, unrepentant ass.

- I might leave him to you, Deputy Chief. 

- God, Y/N, please don’t, he exhaled, obviously terrified, for a second, you might actually leave Jackson Teller to rot in the temporary cell to make Hale’s life a goddamn nightmare. 

You and Hale had always been on the fence with each other. Although quite friendly in highschool, obviously, everything turned sour with how Hale and Jax’ lives turned out to be on opposite ends of the spectre. And since Jax has always been your best friend, the choice was made by itself. But still, you’ve always liked David and were invariably happy when you got a chance to see him, even if it meant he probably arrested your best friend, again. 

You followed David to his office for the paperwork and were welcomed by a small package on the chair, in front of his desk. You looked up at him, curious, but he was completely ignoring you, looking through a stack of papers, busying himself. You took the small wrapped package and sat down. Glancing at Hale, you see him continue to look everywhere but your way. Therefore, you decide to open it up. Unwrapping it carefully, you found a black velvety box that you open up to find a bracelet, beaded and colourful. You looked up to see Hale eyeing you intensely, looking utterly nervous. You let out a small laugh and cocked your eyebrow : 

- What’s that.. you chuckled nervously, suddenly feeling the room get warmer as your cheeks. 

- Happy Birthday, Y/N… he let out, shakily. 

- You didn’t have to… 

- I know, I just really wanted to. 

You smiled shyly, your face getting even warmer by the second. You could hear ruckus in the background, you looked up from David’s eyes and out his office door to see Jax standing in the doorway, smirk even more powerful than ever. 

- You asking Y/N out anytime soon cause I’d really like to grab lunch, I’m starving. 

- Can you wait one second, Jesus… Hale rolled his eyes and turned back to you, who definitely looked like a deer on the highway, by now. 

- I arranged all of this and you didn’t even feed me, his annoying smirk making his eyes twinkle with malice. 

- GET OUT, Hale and you screamed together. 

Jax walked away laughing. You turned back your attention to Hale. He was looking at his hands, under his desk. 

- You arranged this. You arranged this with him? You babbled, incredibly surprised but also on the verge of breaking down laughing. 

- I didn’t know how to bring you in here otherwise… plus having him in a cell for a couple hours makes Charming slightly calmer, he chuckled. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Deputy Chief David Hale actually organized a setup with the MC vice-president to lure you in. 

- He’ll never let this die, you laughed wholeheartedly. 

You notice how deeply David plunged his beautiful blue orbs into yours and got up. Rounded his desk, leaning on it and lowering his face to be on your level, something very new and interesting shining in his eyes. 

- Totally worth it. 

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 110) "Charming... Isn't He?"

@crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

Luna uncharacteristically wakes up before Colson or her alarm. She lays silently as she listens to him breathe, wishing she didn't have to leave. She doesn't know what time it is, only that they went to bed well after 6A and that she has a flight out of Hopkins International at 10A. Not wanting to disturb him, her fingers nervously run along the tiny padlocks chain that lays around her neck as she continues listening to him. Finding a calm comfort in his deep, repetitive breathes.

"Why are you even going?" She questions herself. "Because Jax told you when he married Tara... Yeeeeah, but he didn't tell you when he started fucking her." Her brain argues their history with itself. "It's the right thing to do, Loons... You know you're gonna catch shit if they hear about it from anyone else before you." Luna let's out a deep, frustrated sigh.

"Hey... You're awake?" Colson's groggy voice asks as he reaches for her.

"Yeah... I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Luna asks as she snuggles into him.

"Nah... I've been awake on and off. Too much Adderall yesterday." He answers as he takes in her unique smell of coconut oil, weed, Euphoria and their sex.

"Aww, Bunny... You want a couple Xanax to even you out today?" She asks.

"Ahhhh... Maybe. What I really want right now is you." He grins as he pulls her chin up to kiss her mouth.

"Mmmm..." Luna moans through their kisses as she climbs on top of him.

Colson's rock solid as Luna works him into her. Taking her time as she pushes each huge inch further inside of herself. He stretches out in pleasure as he holds her hips steady. Bowing down to kiss him, her soft hair tickles his face as she slowly slides up and down on his cock. Rolling her hips in circular motions while making him press against her unknowing organs.

"Ohh fuck, I love your pussy." Colson breathes out as he flips her onto her back.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he climbs back inside of her. Making her moan loudly from his girth as he sucks on her neck. Pushing her hips up, she matches his momentum.

"Who's girl are you?" He demands as he bites on her ear.

"Oooh shit, Col. Yours. Fuck! I'm fucking yours!!" Luna cries out as he makes them both cum at the same time.

Luna drops her legs as Colson buries his face in the pillow next to her head. Keeping his dick warm inside it's Home. After catching their breath, he kisses her cheek before rolling over. Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushes away the stray pieces of hair from her face.

"You're coming home to me tonight, right?" He asks quietly as he gazes down at her.

"Of course, Bunny. I'm all in. With YOU. No one else." She reassures him as she leans up and pulls him in closer for a promising kiss. "I got something for you." Her blue eyes dance for him in the morning sun before she springs out of the bed.

"What the fuck did you do now?" He asks with an amused chortle.

"You'll have to see..." She gives him an earnest smile as she pulls a large white box out of the closet and sets it on his lap.

"Seriously!?!" Colson exclaims as his eyes almost bug out of his face when he lifts his gift up.

Inside the box is a beautiful, red, leather duffel bag. 5:3666 blazes out from it's side in a gleaming white. Diablo popping out on it's own from the shoulder strap pad.

"It's a fucking Balenciaga!! How the FUCK did you do this?" He asks in delighted amazement.

"I called in a favor. Demna made it especially for you after hearing Hotel Diablo." She smiles sweetly at him.

"You played him my fucking album??" He asks wildly.

"Well, no. I didn't play it for him personally but I sent him a copy. He'd asked for it in order to design the piece." Luna shrugs. "He fucking loved it by the way." She gives Colson that One Look that had solidified his love for her not even 3mnths ago.

"How the hell did I get so lucky with you?" He questions no one in particular as he pulls her naked body onto his.

They're in the middle of making out to his Thank Yous when Luna's alarm goes off. Colson whines for her to ignore it but she coaxes him to join her for a ShowerFuck instead. He obliges, learning early on in their relationship, it's better to fuck Luna out of town instead of fight her out of it.

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After their ShowerFuck, a few joints, a line of Adderall and three 30s, Luna heads downstairs dressed in black skinny jeans, a black printed tank, Docs and her usual jewelry. Colson and her carry on in tow. They find Ashley, Dom, Bullet and Skies roaming around the kitchen. They're flying out too but on a later flight to LA while Luna's headed to Stockton. It's a little under a 5hr flight, putting her in Charming around 330/4Pish.

"Alright, I'm outta here." Luna says once she gets the alert for her Uber. "I love you." She tells Colson with a kiss after exchanging GoodByes and Love with everyone else.

Colson slaps, grabs and holds onto Luna's ass cheek as he walks her out of the house to her waiting ride, shutting her door, he leans in for one more kiss, leaving an "I love you too." lingering on her lips.

Watching her Uber pull out of the driveway his heart starts to ache for her immediately. "She'll be back, Kells. She always comes back." He tries to convince himself, knowing it's true as he heads inside to post his gratitude to IG.

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"When your girl's got amazing style AND gnarly connects you get sweet custom gear. Thank you @balenciaga Not only am I honored that you listened to my album but I'm humbled and LOVE your interpretation!🙏🏽 Time to celebrate #hoteldiablo with this FRESH shit Letsssss gooooo Fam! 🏁😈🍾🖤"

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"Yo... You doin' anything today?" Colson asks Pete when he finds him in the kitchen with Trippie and the others that are awake.

"Nutten'. I was gonna stick around here until Monday or so if you don't care." Pete answers. "Where's Loons?" He asks, looking around for Colson's second appendage.

"She has some personal businesses to handle..." He quickly brushes him off, not wanting to talk about it. "Feel like shootin' a video? I got that Pop Up shop with Case but after that I'm tryin' to kick out a jawn for Candy." He looks between Pete and Trippie.

"Fuck yeah, man. Like Loco?" Pete asks with a smirk.

"Somethin' like that." Colson laughs. "You in, Trip?" He goes on to ask.

"One." Trippie nods as he lifts his hungover head and index finger up off of the counter.

"Word. You trying to ride to this Pop Up?" He asks to Pete's head shake. "Fuck you then... I'M OUT, BITCH!" Colson exclaims to everyone else's head pounding groans.

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Luna lands and rents a car, making sure to Snap Colson on her way to Charming. It's a little over a half an hour from the airport. She makes it to Teller-Marrow Automotive before 4P.

"BATTON DOWN THE HATCHES!! TROUBLE'S HOME!" Gemma declares with a wide grin as she slams her hand down on the old Chevy next to her at the sight of Luna.

"Hey, Gems." Luna can't help but smile as she's engulfed in the Mama Bear's hug.

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✴️Patti Smith and Gemma Teller-Marrow can not stand each other. Never could. Oddly enough, the old Biker Matriarch has a huge soft spot for the older Punk's granddaughter. Knowing Luna since she was a little kid, she's one of the few who are fully aware of the intimacy Luna shares with her son. Always preferring her over any other female Jackson has ever interacted with. Gemma's the real reason Luna came to Charming personally. The young rebel having a deep love for her and being wise enough to know what bridges to burn and which to not even dare to bring a spark around.✴️

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"What are you doin' here, Sweetie? Jax know you're comen'?" Gemma has a zillion questions.

"Yeeeah..." Luna says sheepishly as she looks down. "He knows."

"What's goin' on?" Gemma's tone changes as she props her hand on her hip.

"I'm getting married." Luna answers lowly as she holds out her hand to display the huge ruby that claims her soul.

Gemma's quiet as she takes Luna's hand and admires the gleaming ring. Luna's heart can't help but sink as she feels Gemma's disappointment. She can feel it all as the mother's hopes and dreams of Luna and Jackson's future together evaporate into the thick, California air around them.

"Serves him right for even getting involved with that cunt to begin with." Gemma coldly states before softly looking into Luna's eyes while still holding her hand. "You sure about this?" She asks as she obnoxiously flicks her manicured nail onto the brilliant stone, slightly embarrassing Luna by it's size as she gives a firm nod. "You're happy? He knows the deal and treats you right?" She asks with a gentle assertiveness to her questions.

"Yes. He's wonderful." Luna smiles dreamily.

"Good... Because you know what'll happen otherwise." She says with a deadly smirk. "You're staying for dinner, right?" Gemma doesn't ask as she throws her arm around Luna's shoulders.

"Yeah..." Luna nods again as she silently curses her life.

Pulling out her phone, Luna switches her flight from 6P to the next one at 10P. She's torn. Knowing that Colson's gonna be pissed while also knowing well enough to never decline an invitation to Family Dinner from Gemma Teller-Marrow.

"BOYS!!! BABY GATOR'S HOME FOR DINNER!!" Gemma shouts as she leads Luna inside the garage, making her cringe at the old nickname.

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Colson is in the Prospect East section of Cleveland when he catches Luna's Snap. The sight of her name on his screen makes his heart pound before he even clicks View.

"Fuuuuuuuck me." He smiles to himself at the sight of her, grinning wider at her words. His heart feels a slight ease for the first time since he shut the car door beside her. "She's YOURS." He reminds himself before Casie pulls on him.

"Dad. I don't wanna just stand here." His daughter complains.

"Okay, Peanut..." He answers as he focuses on his surroundings. "Wanna ring people up?" He asks as he narrows in on the cash register.

"Can I?" Casie asks with bright eyed enthusiasm.

"Yeah, Nut. Who else would I trust with our money?" He laughs as he leads her over to the register.

Colson proceeds to walk the floor. Interacting with excited fans as he helps them choose the perfect Hotel Diablo pieces to represent them personally. Taking pictures, signing fresh mech, chatting and answering thousands of questions. Appreciating more than anything the intense, intimate relationship he has with his fans.

"This is what it's all about." He thinks to himself as he graciously walks amongst his supporters.

Daaad..." Casie calls for him again.

"What's up, Kiddo?" He asks as he approaches her.

"I have my camera for a reason. Looney would be taking pictures if she was here. Not money." The not so little girl challenges her father.

"You're right..." He laughs as he extends his hand out to Casie.

Following her dad around, she grabs perfect, intimate shots of the fans inside the one time store. Having a natural eye, she knows what's genuine and what's bullshit. Wandering outside behind Colson, she continues to shoot what she finds interesting. Trying to grab a great shot, her camera jams.

"DAAAD!!!!" Casie hollers in a panic.

"It won't work!" She says with a frustrated tone as she smacks the back of Colson's arm to get his attention.

Colson bends down to help her. He has no clue what to do as Casie thrusts the camera up at him like he has ALL the answers. Making him silently hate Luna for leaving .

"Peanut, I don't know what I'm doing..." Colson admits with hesitation.

"Call Looney." His daughter demands out of frustration.

Leaning heavily over him, the driven girl makes sure he does what she says. Watching his fingers move around the flat screen until she sees Luna's face pop up.

"Call her." Casie demands again.

"OKAY." Colson chuckles at her demeanor as he hits call and kicks it on to speaker phone.

It rings through to both of their dismay. Pushing any bullshit out off his mind, Casie's dad suggest they Snap Luna. Pulling her in close for a selfie, they send their girl a simple message. Walking around again, Colson tries not to let his insecurities bug him... But we're all only human.

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It's not even 5P and The Clubhouse is in full celebration from Luna's unexpected arrival. Tig gripping her up for an over exaggerated Welcome and spin around. Once her feet are back on the floor, she takes a few shots with Bobby before coming around the bar to hug him while still bullshitting and filling him in on her and her grandmother's well being. Juice comes equipped with another huge hug and a joint for Luna as he also grabs a beer and another round of Welcome Home shots.

"EYYYE!! The wee one has returned!" Chibbs shouts as he embraces Luna. "Why the tattoos on your beautiful face though, Love?" He questions her as he holds her cheekbones carefully in between his weather beaten hands after their own Welcome.

"You sayen' I'm ugly, Chibby?" Luna gives him a playful half smile.

"A soul like yours could neva be ugly, My Dear." He reassures her with his heavy accent. "But... You're much prettier without... In my opinion." The old Irishman kindly whispers into her ear as he hugs her again.

Piney can barley breathe at the sight of Luna. It's been a couple years and a lot of tattoos since he last saw her. Sitting on his large lap, she wraps her arms around him for a soul swallowing bear hug and sweet nuzzle.

"Why you here, Kid? I know Patti doesn't want you around Gemma's toxic bullshit." Piney asks her directly, never one to fuck around.

"I'm getting married..." Luna says quietly. "And I wanted to tell Jax personally." She explains as she lightly drops her engaged finger onto her lap for him to see.

"You've always been a good one." Piney says as he takes in a deep breath off of his oxygen tank, knowing all too well the relationship between Jackson and Luna. Looking down at the ring, he's unimpressed. "He's a good one too?" He asks as his tone drops. "Not a junkie like the other?" The old vet holds no punches with his questions. "You know you don't need money or protection, Luna. You need loyalty and soul." The old man firmly advises her.

"No. I know... And he's good." Luna answers as she kisses the top of Piney's balding head. "I wouldn't be here if he wasn't." In her soul, she doesn't believe that she's giving off half truths to one of her grandmother's oldest friends.

"You know what'll happen if not." Piney says firmly, coughing at the idea.

"Let her go, Pop." Opie interupts them to Luna's appreciation. "We're not 15yrs old anymore." He sighs out as he takes Luna's hand and she rises from his dad's lap.

"Don't let him fool you, I'll always be 15." Luna beams at the old man as she kisses his still observing cheek.

"You're such a fucking kiss ass." Opie calls her out as they walk away.

"Fuuuck you. I love your dad, Asshole." Luna laughs as they head towards the bar. "Where's Jax?" She asks as some random girl hands them bottles of Budweiser. "Seriously? We haven't moved up in taste?" She cocks her lip at Opie as she takes a swig of the grossness in her hand.

"Some thing's never change." He shrugs as he guzzles America's beer.

"I guess... Maybe it's the acholic in me that'll take the 8.5% over some bullshit 4..." Luna smirks as she eyes Opie and swigs her own.

"You're such an Asshole." He looks over at her with a half grin as he finishes his water that's called beer.

"Yes." Luna nods her head laughing. "That's never gonna change either, Bro." She states as she kisses the side of his burly arm.

"So, why are you here?" Opie finally cuts through the shit, much like his father.

"Honestly?" Luna sighs.

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✴️ Luna and Opie's relationship goes far beyond friendship. It's so deep that they consider each other brother and sister without hesitation. Luna appreciating him in the same glorious light that she holds for the other three men in her life that she calls her Brothers. Jackson being the only hem in their thick lining. Considering himself a brother to both Luna and Jackson, the months leading up to the summer of '08, when had Luna came home to Tara, sent Opie into an anxiety induced spiral. Making him withdrawal from Jax just when he needed him the most. Forcing Jackson to grip tighter onto Tara as an anchor in the swirling world of the aftermath of his father's death the previous summer. Watching their connection grow was frustrating, confusing and upsetting to Opie. Only to make him angry when an unknowing Luna came back home 4mnths later to be shocked and heartbroken by the new, unexpected relationship. It had always been Luna and Opie, since that first summer when she turned 8yrs old. Jackson had tagged along but Luna had lived in the cabin with Piney and Opie for eight summers. Sharing bunkbeds and joints. Fears and secrets. Trusting every ounce of one another as they grew up in each other's hands. Opie and Luna had spent the Summer of '08 together, just the two of them. Riding, surfing, partying at Smurf's and all over The Coast while causing immense destruction with their uncontrollable souls and broken hearts. Both pissed in the silent knowing that it was the last summer that Luna would spend in Charming because of Jackson's choices and actions. It never hindered their relationship though. Luna coming back home for not only Opie and Donna's small wedding, the birth of both her niece and nephew but also their birthdays every year until Luna's mourning sabbatical.✴️

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"I'm getting married." Luna says softly as she looks into Opie's eyes. "I wanted to tell Jax personally so....." Her voice trails as she looks away.

"To the Cleveland guy you've got that song with?" Opie asks honestly, trying to connect the dots.

"Yeah... His name is Colson." Luna answers with a nod as she swigs her weak ass beer. "Can I get something stronger, please?" She asks as she throws her hands up in frustration.

"You just met him, didn't you?" Opie questions her.

"Technically... Yes. But ACTUALLY no." Luna answers as she reaches for the double shot of Jack that the bartender has so kindly placed on the bar for her. "I kinda ran into him YEARS ago when I was first with Justin.... Then we caught back up annnnnnnnd....." Luna shrugs her shoulders as she takes a smooth sip of her actual acholic beverage. "Shit happens."

"Shit always happens with you, Loons." Opie laughs as he shakes his head. "When do I get to meet him? Am I invited to the wedding? You know I gotta put that reaper fear in his heart beforehand. That's MY JO..."

"Who needs to fear The Reaper? Where we spreadin' that shit?" Jackson asks as he walks up on to Opie and Luna. Tossing his arms over their shoulders, his kisses Luna's cheek with an easy "What's up, Baby Gator?"

"Hey..." Luna greets him as she uncomfortably wiggles out from under him and shoots Opie an Eye. "Uhhhmmm... You got a minute?" Luna asks Jackson with a hesitation in her voice.

"Yeah, let's take a ride." He answers nonchalantly as he grabs Luna's hand and pulls her through The ClubHouse.

Clay sits watching as they disappear. He's the only person Luna avoided greeting personally. She's doesn't like him but she's not rude to him out of respect and fear of Gemma. Not the patch. Luna's one of the very few in The World who doesn't fear The Reaper. ONLY Gemma.

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"Uhhhmm... Do you still have my bike?" She asks as they hit the garage door.

"REALLY?" Jackson turns to her with a tone of annoyance.

"I built that fucker from the ground up!! If it's live, I wanna ride that shit!" Luna exclaims.

"Relax!" Jackson counters with a laugh at her stubbornness, thinking he's falling a bit more in love with her but it's only the nostalgia of The Bike and Luna's presence mixed together.

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✴️ Luna, Jackson and Opie had started the rebuild in '05, just before Luna had turned 13yrs old. Luna insisting they put it on hold while she was gone. Piney had kept it oiled throughout the winter, Luna making him proud when she came back the following summer and finished it up. It's the same bike Jackson had taught her how to ride on. The same summer he showed her how to handle multiple kinds of guns. It was also the same summer she had popped her cherry with him and reunited with The Cody Boys. Looking back, there's no doubt that the Summer of 2005 changed the course of Luna's life. Easily, on a shining morning filled with water and sand. It's also the same bike she went wild on in the Summer of '08 with Opie. It's HER bike. SHE built it, SHE learned on it and SHE confirmed her independence with it. In the dark, without even Opie. Rolling down the PCH on too many nights to count. Alone✴️

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"You're in luck... The Old Man loves you." Jackson flashes his charming grin at her as he pulls the cover off of her bike.

"Oh, shit!! Really!?!" She laughs with a huge smile as Jackson rolls her baby out. "I can't believe it, Dude!" She exclaims as she runs her hands over the sleek white and baby blue colored metal.

"Get on..." He encourages her as she easily swings her leg over and settles comfortably onto the worn out seat that cups her ass. "You look good." He smirks with his blue eyes teasing her. "Let's ride."

"Alright, gimme a minute. Grab yours, I'll be out in a sec." Luna says as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

Luna knows she needs to call Colson about her flight change. Clicking her phone on there's a Snap from him.

"I have to pee..." Luna says as she jumps off of her bike and heads back into The ClubHouse towards the bathroom leaving a clueless Jackson behind.

"Oooohh.... I love them." Luna's heart giggles as her face splits into a huge smile at Colson's maniacal look and Casie's sweet face.

She calls them but it rings through to her slight irritation. It seems like they can never catch each other when they're apart. Shooting a Snap, she heads back into the garage. Climbing onto her bike, she wheels it out towards Jackson. Catching his eye as she rolls up next to him.

"One of the better investments I've made in my life." He nods with a cool smile, Luna not knowing whether he's talking about the bike or her.

"You ready?" She asks with an unamused tone.

Jackson's smile and the roar of his bike indicates that, Yes, he's Ready To Go. He can't help but watch as Luna fires her own up with ease. His dick growing hard as he watches her face fall into a smile of content as it's familiar rumble rattles deep into her bones. He always thought she was at her best with a bike between her legs and a Glock in her hand.

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Colson gets Luna's Snap as he's heading into the house to grab Pete. They're supposed to meet Trippie DownTown at a specific location they have blocked off. Casie pushes passed him as he checks it.

"10P... What the fuck is 10P??" Colson's brain immediately freaks out. Calling Luna, she doesn't answer. "I will fucking kill them....." He starts to spin out. "She said she'd be back tonight... A 10P flight is NOT tonight." Colson's throat starts to close as he becomes angrier.

"What's goin' on, Buddy?" Pete asks as he comes up to Colson.

"She's with fucking Jackson and her flight isn't until 10 fucking PM." Colson unloads without thinking.

"Loons?" Pete asks slightly confused but more to confirm.

"Yeah, fucking Loons." Colson snaps back.

"Alright, chill out..." Pete says as he puts his hands up. "It's not the end of The World... This Jackson Guy, I've met him. Yeah, he's blonde and hot like you but he rides a motorcycle... What are they gonna do on a motorcycle?" Pete asks, thinking he's helping.

"Uh, I don't know... Wrap her fucking legs and body around him!?!" Colson shouts.

"But it's from the back... She can't stick her baby maker into his ass... It doesn't work that way." Pete says as he throws his hands up again with his logic.

"Just shut the fuck up..." Colson growls at him in aggravation.

"Ahhh, C'mon... You REALLY think Loons is gonna pull some shit on you?" Pete says as he gives him a You're Fucking Stupid look.

"Wouldn't be there first time." Colson mutters.

"What?" Pete cocks his head towards Colson quickly. "Nah... You two are inseparable. She ain't like that either... So... What the fuck are you tawken' bout?" His Stanton Island accent immediately kicking in.

"Nothen'... I'm just buggen' let's go grab Trip..." Colson tries to change the conversation and push Pete out the door.

Pete starts again "Nah, man... What th..."

"DAD. Are you ready?" Casie comes into the kitchen, looking at him and Pete.

"Yeah... C'mon, we out." Colson shoots Pete an Eye before grabbing his new bag.

"This ain't over." Pete says sternly once him and Colson are shoulder to shoulder and out of Casie's ear shot.

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"Here? REALLY...?" Luna sighs as she straddles her bike between her legs before kicking it onto it's stand so she can sit. "Why would you bring us here?" She asks as she plays with her hands.

"Why wouldn't I?" Jackson counters with his snide blue eyes sparkling in the low afternoon sun.

"I fucking hate him so much." Luna's insides rage.

"You know, don't you." Luna's question stopping all of his games in their tracks.

"Know what?" He asks coyly as he skips a rock out into the open road ahead of them.

"For real?" She asks with disbelief as she climbs off of her bike.

"Say it." Jackson turns, making their eyes meet. "Say it." He repeats himself as the hints of green spark out of his deep blue eyes from the emotions he's trying to hide.

"I'm getting married, Jackson." Luna huffs out, with an annoyance she truly didn't want while more than their eyes connect.

"Alright... Fine. But, until then c'mon." Jackson grins as he pulls Luna down the hill.

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"That's RIGHT!! We'd convinced Unser that Donaldson was blind and had no idea how many Reese's he was buying or not buying!!" Jackson laughs deeply.

Luna's sitting with Jackson on the rocks by the ocean. They're close to the spot where they had shared their first kiss. Now, almost 15yrs later, they only share joints and old stories. The water giving off an intense energy as it rocks, waves and pushes against the shoreline aggressively. Grabbing her hand, Jackson studies the expensive piece that sits on her finger.

"The girl I knew would've never wore anything like this." He says lowly.

"The girl you KNEW... Was a CHILD." Luna scoffs as she pulls her hand away angrily from his truth.

Sitting silently, there's too many unspoken words between the two of them. Heartbreaks that burned too deep. Promises that broke too hard. Along with unforgiven Sorry's and long remaining regrets.

"You know it's because of you, right... You're unhappy..." Jackson states flatly as he looks into the swirling waters.

"What?" Luna asks as she cocks her head towards him.

"The water rages with the moon... And YOU are named after The Moon... LUNA." Jackson looks over at her as he licks his lips with a satisfied smile. "You're gonna tell me you're happy?" He half asks as he slides his hand across her jawbone.

Jackson presses his mouth against Luna's. Pushing his wet, firm tongue into her mouth. For a second they connect like synergy, Luna easily falling into his hold like she had in her grandmother's penthouse. Jackson taking full advantage of her weakness for him as his hands grasp the face of the girl that he's missed for so many years.

"You're not mine." Luna quickly pushes him off of her with a stoned slur and a shake of her head, recognizing that the familiarity of his mouth is not HER familiar mouth. "We've gotta get to dinner." Luna states as she stands up and brushes the sand off of her ass and hands before making her way up the hill.

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"Tell me THIS is what you want." Jackson says as he grabs Luna's left wrist and pulls her closer to him with his other hand by the small of her back.

"What? THIS like US? Or like, THIS as in me and Colson and the multiple rings, tattoos and other items I rock on my body for him?" Luna asks with a scowl. "I don't know where you got confused... But, the last time I saw you, I had a boyfriend. We got engaged... Annnnnnnnd from what I gather..." Luna sighs and rolls her eyes. "It's a pretty big fucking deal to The World, so I flew the fuck down HERE to tell you in person instead of letting you find out on the Internet or some other shit... Which apparently you already DID, so it doesn't fucking matter. Shit, Jax... I thought I was doing the right thing here. Obviously fucking not." Luna huffs with annoyance as she fishes a Newport out of her bag.

"I didn't think it would last. And it's fast as shit..." Jackson shrugs. "I don't know... Maybe I thought you'd float around for once...?"

"Float around...? What the fuck do you mean Float Around?" Luna pulls on her Newport hard before exhaling a large cloud of offended smoke.

"I don't know... Like date diff..." He doesn't even get to finish his sentence.

"What!?!" She cuts him off. "No. Why would you think that?? Justin fucking KILLED himself, Jackson. He didn't just fucking break up with me one day and move out. HE LEFT HIMSELF HANGING IN OUR FUCKING BEDROOM AND ME WITH OUR WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!" Luna's screaming as tears pour down her face. "I stayed single because I HAD TO. I didn't want to Float AROUND because I couldn't even STAND THE IDEA OF ANYONE FUCKING TOUCHING ME!!" Luna's hands are flying like annoyed hummingbirds as she continues to scream at Jackson. "FUUUUUCK!!! I even tried again with you. I don't know why it didn't click. I can't help that and I'm sorry. But in all honesty, I was lucky enough to run back into someone that I have a CRAZY connection to without even speaking... And you know what? Considering that it's been more then 10yrs since YOU CHEATED ON ME, you can go fuck yourself. I don't owe you shit when it comes to explaining our relationships to each other. This was a FUCKING courtesy and I'm goin' to fuckin' dinner." Luna takes another long drag off of her 100 before flicking it so that it purposely zips just past Jackson.

Stalking away, she climbs on to her bike. Shooting him a nasty eye, she fires it up and is off without a second thought.

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"Fuuuuuuuck.... That did not go how I wanted... She's lying to herself about the click. I know she felt it just now and in New York.... If she marries him, I'm gonna lose her forever. Justin was a fucking fluke. There's no way she'd pick two dumbasses in a row." Jackson weighs the odds as he climbs on his bike and follows behind Luna.

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Colson is walking around DownTown Cleveland with Casie, Pete, Trippie, AJ and their friend Miles. Infiltrating the streets and fucking with the youth culture. They only get to bang because they're legit hometown Assholes. Anyone else would've been dirted. Easily. With a camera presented, the tiny hard asses easily engage once they recognize Pete and The Ohio Natives. Miles and AJ catching a load of footage of a ton of different kids. BECAUSE WE'RE ALL DIFFERENT.

Dressed in pink, with a long suit jacket, Colson takes his place on the sidewalk as Miles shoots him. Using the pharmacy they rented and blocked off, they shoot the rest of the video in and around it. Using Colson, Trippie, Pete and the kids that the parent's signed off on it. AJ's loose footage being used during editing.

Colson, Pete and Trippie gather for a pic. Colson copies and Snaps it to Luna before they begin to celebrate their success. After a while, Colson annoyance takes over. He hasn't spoken to Luna all day, other than Snaps. Colson collects his stuff and Casie with frustration. She skips alongside him asking about Luna as he grips his bag. It only makes his annoyance grow.

"When's she coming home?" Casie asks as she bounces alongside her father.

"I don't know." Colson answers as his jaw clenches and everything inside of him RAGES. "C'mon Peanut. We goin' home." He keeps his calm as he grabs his daughter's hand.

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"He fed the dog fucking METH!!" Tig bellows as they pass the salad around.

"You said to get him high... So, I did!" Juice shrugs with a laugh.

"He bit my FUCKING ass!" Tig exclaims as he's about to drop his pants as evidence.

"We believe you, Baby." Gemma coaxes him as she tugs his pants up. "We gotta special dinner... Our Girl's Home!" She exclaims with pride. "Come. Eat."

Gemma's dinner table is like no other. She knows what grounds she owns, along with anything else as she smokes her brisket. There are men that run things and then there's Gemma. Don't ever be foolish to mistake the two.

"Holy FUUUUCK..." Bobby moans as he bites into his sandwich.

With everyone gathered together, it's Gemma, Luna, Jax, the rest of The Club alongside Donna and the kids. They enjoy Gemma's cooking along with their commentary. Balls are busted and throat's are jokingly cut. Stories being happily exchanged. Including the job where Luna took the solid bullet through her shoulder. Now notoriously known amongst the family as The Hit. Too many opinions and thoughts being passed on that subject, they roll on. The table continues to flow, talking of upcoming community family events as more jokes are tossed around. It's the mention of Luna's engagement that stops everyone.

"WHAT?" Gemma questions their silence. "He fucked up..." She shrugs as she sips her cocktail, her stomach having no need for food. "We gonna act like he didn't?" She challenges not only Luna and Jackson but also Piney and Opie. "He FUCKING had her... And he fucked up."

"Yeah, Ma. I did. But I was fucked up when I when I lost her... Dad had just died... You and Clay were..."

"Me and Clay were fucking WHAT?' Gemma demands from her son.

"Nothing." Jackson sighs in frustration, knowing to not cross his mother.

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Standing outside after finishing up dinner, Luna and Opie are sharing a joint. Luna can't help but be relieved of not feeling the obligation to inform anyone else personally regarding her marriage plans.

"Look, I'm getting married for real in Cleveland. I think it's the 29th but don't quote me." Luna swallows hard as she looks at the nonsense around them. "I never wanted this spectical... But I'd love for you and Donna to be there. Piney too if he can... If you can't, I'm doing it again at Colson's Annual Festival like a week later for friends... It could be fun..." Her hopefulness trailing off before sighing as she laces her fingers inside Opie's. "I just wanna be me and him." Luna thinks of Colson wistfully as she grips Opie's hand. "Can't I have just him...? I know he wants the same thing." Luna shrugs. "So what's the fucking problem?" She asks.

"Gemma." Opie states.

"That's not fair....." Luna trails.

"Nothing in this life is fair, Luna. You haven't learned that yet?" Opie counters her with the awful truth.

"Hey..." Jackson calls out as he cautiously approaches them.

"Hey." Luna and Opie answer in unison.

"I need to talk to Luna alone..." Jackson trails.

A simple look between Op and Luna gives him the sense of space. He loves Jackson. The way a man should love his bestfriend. He also loves Luna. Feeling more inclined to protect her first, he walks away with a slight hesitation as he leaves them alone.

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Jackson and Luna have been outside for the last 20mins. Beginning as an apology from Jackson, they had slipped naturally into their uniquely intimate history. Leading Jackson to ask Luna again if it's Colson that she truly wants. Her answer being a firm Yes. Followed by her interpretation of their painful, heart staking truth.

"Nothing will ever compare to Us... You are who I began with. Nothing will ever be the things we were or did together.... Or that I learned with you." Heavy tears are dropping from Luna's eyes as her breath shudders. "You're my first... For A LOT of Things... If not EVERYTHING." Luna gasps at their memories. "And I will always love you... But you're not mine anymore." She whimpers lowly. "You haven't been for a long time because you made that choice. Years ago, Jax. Not me." She sniffles as she pulls Jackson's face into hers, kissing him hard on the mouth before getting into her rental and shutting the door.

Jackson knocks on her window as Luna shakes her head. Putting the car in reverse, she disappears down the driveway without saying GoodBye to anyone else. Rolling out of his sight, for who knows how long this time.

Luna having a knack for running away from boys and leaving them confused and lost in her wake. No. Is the only similar thought they share in that moment. For seperate reasons.

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Luna gets back to Cleveland around 2A. Landing back at Hopkins International, she finally checks her phone. There's a missed call and Snap from Colson.

Luna can't help the grin on her face as she catches an Uber home to Colson's. It's been a long day and all she wants is to be held by him. That's it.

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The house is still raging from Hotel Diablo's success when Luna walks in. There's a shit ton and all of them are fuck face wasted, with randos filling the house.

"Yo." Luna calls to Colson while he's sat, with his legs wide on the pool table as different girls fawn all over him. "You FUCKING done?" She asks with an attitude, more frustrated with herself than him.

"Kitten...." Colson's off the pool table and in front of Luna before she can bitch anymore. "What's good?" He drunkenly asks her as he pulls her in for a sloppy kiss.

"Don't fucking Kitten me." Luna counters with a smirk after she kisses Colson, staking her claim to any fool in sight.

"But you're my baaaaa-by...." Colson slurs as he drops kisses all over Luna's face.

"Let's go upstairs then...." She lightly giggles as she persuades him.

Standing at the bottom step Luna looks at Colson. One Look and he's done.

"I'M OUT!!" Colson shouts to the random girl's groans.

Luna looks over her shoulder as Colson grabs her hand. Heading up the stairs together, it's one of the better decision both have made in the last 24hrs.

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To be continued....

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All I could think of for the past few days; how perfect these two are as sons of Jackson teller;

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