#jax teller moodboard

[my-bulletz]

— ❜𝟬𝟵 SUMMER with Jax Teller.

sticky heat and burning leather seats — "d'ya wanna go for a ride?"

[babygorewhore]

“You're done telling me anything. Now I tell you."

Our man and baby daddy @melodymunson @reidsbtch @take-everything-you-can

[pumpkin-writes]

jax teller x hyperfem!reader

this is my first moodboard & i mostly made it for myself butttt i think i will be opening up my requests to moodboards as well!

[witchthewriter]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: You’re Jax Teller’s Old Lady - this is what your photo album looks like. 

(the first photo is framed and hung in your house) 

[rickssweetheart]

Cali girl x

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

Happy 43rd Birthday Charlie Hunnam!

[lmao-liz]

if anyone on here wants/needs banners for fics (or master lists), moodboards, fic inspired collages, etc. i’d be happy to make them. i love making them for myself but kinda run out of inspiration. feel free to message me or send me an ask, you can send me the fic link of your own or if there’s a series/fic you really want to be able to visualize. pretty open ended. send the fic (obvi), the general idea, vibes you’re looking for, with or without text and the format you want it in (banner, moodboard, collage, etc.) I love doing them for series since it gives me more to work with but I also love one shots.

it would be completely free and I don’t put a watermark on my stuff <3

if anyone’s interested let me know!!

[vae1bixy]

[georgiapeach30513]

I….I have no words. @tis-thedamn-season and the random wheels did this….this… forgive me for anyone I may offend 😳😳

It wasn’t your fault. That’s what your mother told you. But you were still cast aside like common trash. No longer eligible for the crown that you were raised to wear. All because of the baby growing in your belly. But it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t ask for it. The only one that understood was father Jackson. He understands more than you could ever know. And he was going to cleanse you and your name of the sins that you didn’t commit. It’s now his duty to give your life purpose again.

[ravennaortiz]

Lost and Found Master List - Completed Story

Juice Ortiz × Scarlett Teller ( OC)

18+

TW: General themes of SOA, suicide, mention of past SA.

Preview

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[rebelwrites]

Guys my brain is whirring again!! Ever since I wrote Only Over When We Are Sober it’s like my brain has been kickstarted and I don’t know how to feel!!

[my-bulletz]

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Reading through some unpublished docs like “Wow. I was really fucking cooking.” I’m genuinely impressed with myself ksksksks

Like HELLO girl?! you’re really a writer!!!

[garbinge]

Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller. 

“I know they call us like irish twins or whatever, but you’re still my younger brother by one and a half years, soooo no matter what that patch says, I pull rank over you.” 

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros.  Word Count: 1k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, drugs...usual sons of anarchy malarchy - you know the drill

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. Sure, you’d seen some stuff throughout your job working with Skeeter, and therefore the Sons, but this … this really took the cake.

  “How the fuck am I meant to burn all this within the next two hours?” You snapped, looking at the blond-haired Prince of Charming.

See, most people wouldn’t get away with talking to him like that. Especially after the death of his wife, but what he was asking for was delusion at best.

 Jax considered lighting up a cigarette, one of the only things keeping him sane these past few weeks. But his consideration for you was bigger than you knew.

   “I know it’s asking a lot-“

You cut him off with a sigh. And then the door jingled, and you knew you were about to be surrounded by Sons.

    “How’s it goin’ in ‘ere?” The well-known accent still sent shivers down your spine. Chibs Telford could always make you blush, even if you didn’t feel as attracted to him as … someone else.

  “It’s going absolutely fine,” you grunted, moving to get the phone to call Skeeter. In any other circumstance a person reaching for a phone would set the Sons off, but not with you. Not now, anyhow.

 The first time you interacted with the group of bikers on your own, you had about four different guns aimed at you. But for some reason… for some ungodly reasons, you just. Weren’t. Scared. Not then, and not now.

  “Zo doesn’t think she can do it all tonight,” Jax replied to the Scotsman, his arms folding in front of him.

   “Oh- I did not say that.” He had dangled the bait and you jumped straight for it.

“We’ll double yer usual price lass,” Chibs interjected, knowing the argument that was about to ensue.

Your eyes flicked to Jax and you scowled, “you could’ve started with that.” Pushing the end of call button, you shoved the phone into your back pocket and shook your head.

  “I was getting to it…” he replied, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Nose flaring you said, “bring it around back.”

                                                            ✶ ✶ ✶

 You had gotten used to the stench of the crematorium. Probably not a good thing, but hey, with the pay being as good as this, you really couldn’t complain. Funnily enough, working with the Sons – you thought they’d be horrible. But they had always treated you well (once they trusted you).

Many others couldn’t say the same, but you knew you were always safe when they were around. The men each looked out for you in their own ways. Chibs brought food with him whenever you’d get a call at three in the morning to come to the crematorium.

 Tig’s offering being some sort of drug; Xanax, weed, oxy. He asked if you wanted a dog once.

Happy was usually the one to stay later than the rest, to make sure you locked the place up and got to your car. He’s actually brought you some of his mother’s homemade meals.

 Jax was different though. Always the first there and the first to leave, like being near you was difficult. Especially after Tara’s death. You had no idea but you reminded him of her in many ways. Headstrong. Stubborn. And your hair colour was very similar. It was a punch in the gut to see you. And it wasn’t just because of that. Even when he was married his thoughts drifted to you. It was wrong, he knew that. And that’s why now he felt even more guilty.

  Out in the cold night air, the Scotsman gave you the fat envelope. The carpark was deserted, save for the motorcycles and your own car. That was another thing you had gotten used to, the eeriness of it all. Getting in your car and driving down here in the early hours of the morning. What some would call the witching hours.

   You didn’t believe in the supernatural. Because if you did, then every noise, every moved object and creaking door would give you a heart attack. Most days you worked alone here, Skeeter entrusting you to do his services. He popped in for a few hours every week, and he wasn’t that bad of a boss. Creepy? Yes, but not in a I’m-a-woman-you-make-me-feel-uncomfortable type of way. He just had an air of unearthliness about him.  

Since being the go between with the Sons and Skeeter, you had earnt their trust indefinitely.

 The Sons heaved the bodies onto stretchers and wheeled them in through the back door. The fire had begun to swell and swell, making everyone who came near start to sweat. When Tig and Chibs saw that every piece of evidence was inside, they jumped on their bikes and left. Not before giving you a swift kiss on the cheek.

 Inside, you had on your gear and made sure every piece of … what needed to be incinerated, was. It never got old, watching those hungry flames take their next victim. Eat them up and beg for more. Like a tiger in a zoo, the fire took whatever it could and hissed at whatever came near.

You looked at the clock that hung above the doorway, 4:35am. Your eyes stung, and you blinked a few times but it barely helped. Even with your goggles on, the smoke crept outwards whenever you opened the door.

 Registering the time, you realised they had arrived an hour and thirty-five minutes ago, and a small part of you wanted the time to go over two hours. Just so you could wave it in Jax’s face. Was that cruel? You thought, but you shook your head and turned to close the door on the last body.

   Shucking off your gear, you turned off the lights and locked each room you walked past. You knew Happy would be waiting outside. Grabbing your bag, you walked out the back door and locked that too.

  “And you said it was impossible…” Jax’s voice drawled, with a lit cigarette in his hand.  

You jumped, not expecting the proximity of another human being. Usually, Happy just sat on his bike, or on the bench inside.

  “Good thing I get paid either way,” you retorted, trying to gather yourself from the scare. But you saw the way Jax’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.

[the-queen-who-should-have-been]

Jackson Nathaniel "Jax" Teller