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garbinge · 4 months

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But Not Today

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: Part 2 from Maybe One Day // Chibs comes to visit you on the farm.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

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A/N: I've been thinking about these two a lot </3 Part 1

Your chest was rising and falling as you caught your breath and stared at the ceiling. It was the moment where all your wits and sanity came back over you and the thoughts of what just happened came flooding in. The smell of his Scottish cologne and cigarettes filled the empty space on the bed next to you, it was still warm to the touch. You heard the water from the faucet turn off and any thought that was sneaking in your brain was now being rushed out as Chibs reappeared in your room. His hands were tangling through his shirt as he put it back on. Your eyes darted from him to his kutte, waiting to see if he was going to put it on. That’s when your heart began to race even more. The thought of him leaving made you uneasy, he had come all the way up here to the farm to see you and explained nothing. It was partially your fault too, you made pleasantries, some quick small talk but before any explanation was given you were kissing him and dragging him into your room.

“What’s with the face, love?” Chibs spoke as he grabbed his kutte, your heart sinking with it.

“Leaving already?” Your eyes moved back to his.

A smile grew on his face as he shrugged the leather over his shoulders. “You promised me uh tour, didn’ya? If I ‘member correctly you said sum ‘bout chickens?”

The way the relief washed over you made you sad for a minute. You knew this was a feeling you’d feel again, that it’d be heavy when it happened, but you took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment.

“Earl, Tootsie, Olive, and Jameson.” You named them off as you stood up and re-dressed.

Chibs was now grinning as he waited for you to get ready. “Jameson, huh?” He asked pulling out a cigarette to hang in his mouth, eager to get outside and smoke it.

“Abel and Thomas named them when they were young kids, but I made sure I suggested one.”

Chibs was holding out your sweatshirt for you. You approached and grabbed it from him but instead of letting go he pulled you closer. “Not tha only thing you have ‘round here as a reminder of me.” His face was dangerously close to yours as he looked down at the sweatshirt. It was the one item of his you could still wear around. There were no SAMCRO tags, just a black zip-up that barely had his scent left on it.

“I’ve got pictures too.” You said stealing the zip-up back from him and placing a kiss on the left side of his mouth where the cigarette wasn’t dangling from his lips. Moving past him you made your way to the backdoor, the barn dog you got quickly getting up from her bed and moving to the sliding door just waiting to run around to herd the few goats you had.

“Where’re the boys?” Chibs asked as he walked behind you.

“Thomas is with Nero. Tuesdays he picks him up from school and takes him to basketball practice.” You spoke as the door slid open and the door ran past your legs. “Abel is 16— I’m lucky if I know what he’s wearing for the day. I thought Gemma was being exaggerated when she’d talk about the “Teller Terrible Teens” but Abel has made her words an understatement.”

Chibs looked to you with a frown as you stepped onto the back deck and made your way down to the farmland.

“It’s not horrible. He’s not a dick to me, he helps out when I ask. He just– he questions everything, he’s asking about Jax, he’s getting into trouble at school.” You shook your head thinking about these last few weeks and how Abel had been acting out.

“The worst part is, he reminds me of him so much. The way he looks, the way he talks.” You laughed as you unlatched the barn fence and moved around it to look at Chibs and invite him in with the sway of your arm. “Yesterday, we were at the grocery store and he looked at the girl bagging our shit and said, “thanks, darlin’” I swore I was looking at Jax, I froze for a minute and just stared at him.” You laughed again.

Chibs laughed with you knowing it sounded just like the boy’s father.

“He’s probably out with his friends on his dirt bikes in the back trails.” You spoke as you walked through the goat pasture. “They probably do real stupid shit but I’d rather them do it on the property than at some random’s house or parking lot downtown. I’ve turned them into real country boys.” You turned back to see Chibs admiring everything around him. He was still listening to you but he was taking in the sight around him.

“This is the goat pasture, Billie girl, our dog, loves herding them, honestly I got ‘em because I don’t have to mow the lawn as much. We’ve got 1 horse, Delilah, real beauty, she’s back in that red barn over there. Then there’s the chickens. We had more but they aged out, now we’re down to the four. Waiting to get 12 more, can’t go to the Farmer’s market with only 2 dozen eggs, you know?” The words were falling out fast as you spoke, nervous habit, but it didn��t stop you from beaming as you showed Chibs around.

“You seem happy.” Chibs couldn’t help but smile as he took in every word you said. The both of you approached the back deck and plopped down on the rocking chairs Nero insisted you kept back here for company. It was an argument between you two when you first moved onto the farm. You looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned company. It was hard to believe a normal life with having people over could exist when you were running from what you were running from.

You looked over at Chibs as he looked right back at you after making his last comment, the smile on your face wasn’t at his words but at the memory of Nero’s.

“I don’t know about happy.” You began to shake your head. “But, I don’t know I’m content, I’m…” Your mind wandered to find the right word.

“At peace.” Chibs nodded as he finished your sentence, not even bothering to look at your eyes to see if his words were correct, he knew they were.

You would have agreed with a nod but Chibs was looking out at the farm, his fave had fallen into an expression that was hard to read. He seemed…bittersweet. Happy but yet sad.

As he stared out at the barn he nodded his head and said something under his breath.

“The Universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.”

“What?” You leaned forward, frown filling your face as the familiar sentiment fell from his lips. It was hard to really pinpoint anything since he spoke it at a mumble.

“I, uh.” Chibs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket notebook. “found this. In the garage. S’why I came out here, figured you should have it.” He handed over one of Jax’s notebooks. You knew what it was immediately, it matched the style of the other one you had.

“I read it.” Chibs said those three words with multiple emotions behind it. Regret and apologies, for intruding on whatever privacy there was there, but also firmness and understanding like something in there just made sense.

“And?” You rested your elbows on your knees.

“‘nd, it’s’y I came here and didn’t mail it out.” He looked troubled now. “I wanted to make sure you were settled.”

Now that statement held more weight knowing what he had just mumbled under his breath.

“I guess I am.” You hated that the words felt like they were breaking his heart.

“You are, love.” Chibs spoke with certainty.

You looked out onto the farm, taking in the life you had. It was different than the life you had been born into, forced into. The life that took pretty much everything away from you.

“It’s impossible to be at peace in that town.” You said the words outloud. It felt relieving to say it. All this time you had never said it outloud, they were just thoughts that danced around you head.

“Don’t I know it.” Chibs agreed with you.

That made your head turn to him, a little shocked. All your conversations when you were together, or involved was probably the better word, back in Charming never were really about the big problem. Sure, you two talked about club stuff, the things members told their ol’ ladies, about your brother, about Jimmy O, about a lot, but never the real source.

“What are you saying?” You questioned him, more bold than you ever would have before.

“Things are different. Things are messy.” He wanted to share but you could tell he was hesitant, that he was trying to ease back into your dynamic and add another layer to it. But the loyalty to the club ran deep, that was a multi-decade long habit that he was trying to break for the first time.

“Doesn’t sound different.” That was the new you coming up to speak. The you that lost your brother, your brother’s best friend, your mother, your father to the club.

Chibs nodded at that. “We’re getting into it with the Mayans. Other charters, they’re falling apart, it’s bleeding into SAMCRO.”

“Yea, doesn’t sound different at all.” You crossed your arms and fell back into the rocking chair.

“Your brother–Jax–Jackie boy,” Chibs went through all the names he’d call Jackson Teller, smiling at the last one before letting his lips fall, “this wasn’t what he wanted, he worked hard to leave everything in a good place and it’s like shit unraveled.”

You could tell he was venting to you, you could tell he hadn’t been able to do this with anyone else in his life, no one from the club, no one in his love life, it could’ve made you feel special, a characteristic Chibs never failed at with you, but this wasn’t so much of a fail but just not something you could ever feel special about again.

“As someone who's seen it before, from the outside but up close and personal. This doesn’t seem different at all.”

It was the same statement you kept repeating, but this time, the way you said this, it made him look at you. His eyes were low, tired, and you could see the gloss and redness in them as he held back tears. Two strands of his long salt and pepper hair escaped from his sunglasses and fell in front of his eyes, oily and dirty you could tell he was going through it.

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew he was looking at you to elaborate.

It was mean to laugh, but you felt that you had the right to after everything you’ve been through and talking about it now was bringing that bitterness up.

“You’re so deep in it, you don’t even see what’s plain in front of your eyes.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath letting the irritation leave your tone for the next sentence out of your mouth. “Your next. Everyone who's held that gavel ends up in the same place, making the same mistakes as the one previous, no matter how hard they try not to.”

Chibs took in what you said.

“Jax tried so hard to be JT, then tried so hard not to be him. Both of those things dug that grave for him. He loved the club more than anything and the club couldn’t love him back.” You were saying things that you had locked away in your mind for years, things you thought about as you buried your brother, as you packed your life up and left. “The club will never love you back.” You looked at Chibs. “Those guys might love you, but the club never will.”

“Do you?”

You weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject, at first your head snapped to him with a smirk and a snappy remark to shoot back at him but you saw his face that was looking out at the farm.

“Never stopped.”

The words made him look at you and you smiled at him. Your head tilted and lowered to meet him at eye level since he was leaning his elbows on his knees. “Best part is, the farm,” you tilted your head a little more before leveling it out, “it loves you back.” You nodded. “Every animal, every acre of land, the boys even when they fucking hate you for embarrasing them in front of a girl,” you laughed at that one and smiled hoping the last one was going to be enough to convince him, “me.”

The tear dropped at that one. His eyes shut tight as a couple more fell.

“Move here. You can open up a garage, we have the buildings for it, Nero would even let you put something up closer to the road, you can come with me to the Farmer’s market, you can drive me to the vet at 2 in the morning when I’m worried that Billie got into something or that one of the chicken’s has a fever,” you chuckled, “you can ride dirt bikes with the boys and tell them about Jax, not SAMCRO president, but your best friend, how you fell in love with your best friend’s sister, you can wake up and feel settled, feel at peace.”

Chibs wanted to say yes. He wanted to build a fire and burn the kutte right here right now, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. In this moment it was but as the thought settled, as the days would pass, he’d think about it, he’d dwell in it, wonder if he made the right decision, miss the kutte, miss the guys.

“It’s not that easy, love.” Chibs tired to level with you.

“Doesn’t seem like the life you’re living now is either.” You would beg him, it wasn’t below you to beg. “It’s going to kill you.” You were firm in your words, it wasn’t begging but you thought it might have an impact on him. “The club is going to kill you.”

“A normal life would too.” He answered too quickly and immediately you knew it was a losing argument.

The sound of an engine and the gravel dirt being stirred up and you knew it was Thomas and Nero coming back home. Chibs looked over and saw them pulling into the driveway when he stood up.

“Was really good seeing you, love.” He put his hand on your cheek and looked down at you. “Really good.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled.

You nodded in agreement and thanked him for the journal. His hand was still on your cheek when you shut your eyes tight. “Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.”

The words broke you to say, but it was more than just you that you had to look out for. You had two boys to think of and the man who was generous enough to give you half of his acreage to live on.

“Ay.” He agreed with no disdain in his voice, if anything it was littered with understanding and what you hoped was well, hope.

Your eyelids remained shut as his hand dropped and he walked off the back porch. You heard the car doors close but no words exchanged. If you weren’t dealing with everything that just happened in your head right now you’d be imagining the way Nero was probably lifting his sunglasses while Chibs was lowering his, the nods both would give to eachother, the curious questioning look on Thomas’ face as he tried to place the visitor.

“You alright?” Nero’s voice was filling your ears and you wished it offered up the level of comfort it normally did.

The tears were wiped from your face immediately and you stood and smiled. “Yea, I’m good.”

Nero knew you weren’t but he also knew you weren’t going to share with Thomas two steps from joining you on the porch.

“Who was that?” Thomas was asking as he looked down at the snack he was fidgeting with to open.

Your gaze looked at Nero and said so much while not speaking at all. Before you either had a chance to answer, another voice was coming from the other direction as the back door swung open. “Was that guy on the bike here at the farm?” Abel’s voice was like a knife to your heart.

“Yea, it was someone looking to sell me something.” You lied straight through your teeth to both boys.

“Oh.” Thomas said as he passed by both you and Nero without second guessing your statement and walked right past his older brother into the house.

Abel looked like he might need more convincing but you could tell he decided to drop it. “I’m goin’ out later but I picked up the feed order and left it in the ATV wagon.”

“12AM curfew.” You pointed at him and he waved you off but you knew he’d be back before 1.

“What was he sellin’?” Nero asked you, the only one besides you who knew exactly who it was that was here.

You looked at Nero and shook your head at him.

“A dream.”

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thisreadswhatever · 7 months

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Weightless

jax teller x pregnant reader

[wordcount]: 216 words

[authors note]: just a cute short full of fluff as requested by this anon. hope you enjoy :)

Bubbles flowed over your skin as the warmth of the bath water caressed your stomach. The furthest edge of your navel peaked over the tub, too large to be submerged with the rest of your body. You planned your entire day around your baths now, dreaming of the relief that washed over you as the water made your ever growing belly completely weightless.

The bathroom door opened, Jax peering in to find you floating in the tub, surrounded by bubbles. He watched you, soaking in total bliss, as a smile formed on his lips. “Thought I’d find you in here.”

“The only time my damn ankles don’t hurt.” You lifted your feet up, splashing them above the water.

Jax chuckled, “only a few weeks left, babe. Then the little guy will be causing us both trouble on the outside.”

“We don’t know that yet. What’s the chances of three boys?”

“I have a feeling.”

He pulled his clothes off, sliding in the bath behind you, the water lifting over the edges as he climbed in. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes as he rubbed your stomach.

“I could stay here forever.”

Jax planted his lips on the back of your head, “forever it is then, babe. We got plenty of time.”

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rebelwrites · 7 months

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Three: He Was Checking You Out

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

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Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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“Auntie Nova,” Elenor shouted over the sound of the shower.

“What’s up princess?” I smiled, poking my head around the shower curtain, making sure my body was covered.

“Poppy, called me your name today,” she whispered with an air of sadness in her voice. She was too young to fully understand Pops’ health concerns, but she knew something was wrong with him, there was no way we could hide that from anyone.

Retreating behind the shower curtain I ran my hands over my face. How the fuck was I meant to explain to her that her Poppy’s memory was getting worse? I took a deep breath before speaking. “Poppy just got confused, baby, he was watching the race and when I was your age, I used to sit on his knee watching with him.”

“Okay,” she hummed, slowly nodding her head as she chewed the inside of her mouth. I could tell by her reaction it was not the response she was seeking but I let out a small sigh of relief when she asked no more questions on the subject. For now, I had dodged a bullet, but I needed to warn Jax that at some point we needed to try to find a way to explain everything to Elenor that wouldn’t scare her. She loved her Poppy to bits and the last thing we wanted to do was cause her to worry.

“Have you thought about what you want to wear tonight?” I asked, quickly changing the subject as I shut the water off. Reaching my arm out of the shower I fumbled until I found the towel.

“My Ferrari hoodie,” she giggled, making me smile. I had definitely taught her well when it came to which team to support.

“Good choice, baby,” I grinned to myself as I wrapped the towel around my body. I was so grateful that we made sure the bar had an apartment upstairs and that we all kept a spare change of clothes here. “Has Uncle Bobby made you anything to eat?”

“He made my favorite.” She beamed as I pulled back the shower curtain, stepping out over the edge of the bath. I didn’t need to ask her what she had, her go to was always chicken nuggets and curly fries. It was honestly quite scary how alike Elenor was to not only Jax but to myself as well, especially since I had no blood relation to either of them.

Once we were both back in the small bedroom I quickly dried myself and got dressed. The outfit I had was simple: a ribbed light gray cropped vest top, black high waisted skinny jeans, my oversized long gray cardigan and finishing the outfit off with my black boots. It was the perfect outfit for relieving Chibs for the rest of the night whilst maintaining that edgy look I preferred whilst working at the bar.

Staring at my reflection I let out a small breath, my whole life I had been battling with the demons. It had been a long road, but I was slowly loving the body I was in but some days the voices grew louder making them hard to ignore. Taking one final glance at my appearance I made sure I was satisfied, I had done my makeup in record time but decided to leave my hair as it was because drying it was more effort than I wanted to spare right now. Feeling Elenor take my hand, I tore my gaze from the mirror smiling down at my niece. “Come on then, trouble.” I hummed. “Let’s go find your Dad.”

The two of us ran down the stairs, quickly reaching the small hallway that ran through the entire building, at the end was the main bar area, on the right side was mine and Jax’s shared office which was off limits to everyone and then the kitchen and storage area were towards the back.

Elenor instantly made her way over to Jax who was sitting with some guys from the MC, whilst I dipped in the kitchen to check on Bobby.

“There's my favorite cook,” I hummed, entering the kitchen. “How’s it been tonight?” I asked, leaning against the stainless steel countertop, picking at the batch of curly fries that had just come out of the oven.

“Not too bad, it’s been pretty steady, to be honest,” Bobby nodded, “it’s nice that it’s just the usuals. Lord help me when the summer tourists finally hit. Might have to drag a prospect or two in to help.”

“Whatever you need, you know you’ve got it. All you need to do is say the words,” I smiled, as he passed me a bowl of chicken nuggets, cocking my brow at him he just smirked.

“You won’t eat otherwise, and picking at the fries doesn’t count either,” he said, giving me a knowing look. Leaning over I pressed a kiss against his cheek before pushing myself off the counter to go relieve Chibs from behind the bar.

As I entered the main room, chicken nuggets in hand, I took a moment to scan the area; it was still pretty early in the evening so the place was somewhat quiet, however I knew things would change once the lads finished work piling in the bar. But it was something I loved, this bar was the heart of the town.

As soon as I was behind the counter I abandoned my chicken nuggets on the side before placing a clean mug under the spout of the coffee machine, pressing the green button on the front of the appliance to make Pops a fresh brew. He rarely drank alcohol now, so we always made sure we had a good stock of fresh coffee grounds and soft drinks, not only for him but for Elenor, too.

Looking up from the machine, my heart melted as I watched Jax with his daughter. Elenor brought out a completely different side to him. When he was with her he became softer, watched his language and didn’t drink too much. Initially it was weird seeing Jax completely change, but it always made me smile. She definitely made him a better man.

My mind was spinning with what Elenor had revealed to me upstairs, my worries were getting worse when it came to Pops’ health. Now he was calling Elenor by my name. I had a strong feeling things were only going to get worse. I needed to speak to him; I needed to understand what was going on with him right now even if he wasn’t going to make any sense. Looking over to the booth that Pops was sitting in I saw a bright smile on his face, one I hadn’t seen for a couple of days, it always warmed my heart. But the main thing I noticed was he wasn’t sitting alone, there were two people sitting with him, both with their backs to the bar.

Taking a deep breath, I left them to it not wanting to disrupt the conversation that was causing Pops to be this ecstatic.

“He looks happy,” Chibs whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, he does. So anything I should know?” I asked, changing the subject, glancing at Chibs over my shoulder.

“Nope, you are all good to take over, lass,” Chibs winked, leaning against the bar, pulling the beer bottle to his lips. He was hiding something from me, the smirk on his face gave that away, in fact I knew when all the club members were keeping things from me, one of the numerous benefits of being brought up around the MC. Raising my brow at him, he just shook his head quickly changing the conversation. “Tig isn’t joining us tonight, so it's gonna be a quiet one.”

“Tiggy isn’t gracing us with his presence, has hell frozen over?” I chuckled, as I finished the coffee. “I swear he props the bar up most nights.”

“I think one of his kids is in town for a couple of days,” Chibs shrugged.

“Which one?”

“The crazy one.”

“Again which one?” I chuckled, cocking my brow at my favorite Scotsman.

When it came to Tig and his girls we all knew it was best not to interfere, letting him do what he needed to do because the last time one of us got involved it got messy.

It didn’t take long for the coffee to be ready but before I had a chance to take it over to Pops, Chibs had already picked the mug up from the counter. “Oh and lass, you never know who might be in the bar tonight,” he smirked, throwing me a wink as he exited the bar making his way through the room to join Pops and whoever was sharing the booth with him.

Shaking off his words I quickly found myself busy tending the bar along with serving food, even though Tig wasn’t gracing us with his presence tonight the place still had a buzz about it. Scanning the room I was greeted with the familiar faces of people I grew up with, most nights it was filled with members of the MC. This was practically our home, if you couldn’t find one of the guys around town, you knew they would be here.

More of the locals joined us when we hosted themed nights, quiz and karaoke evenings were definitely the most popular. I loved it when this place was packed, the sounds of everyone talking, laughing and having a good time with their friends and family.

It also made the hours pass quickly.

However, no matter what I did I couldn’t shake the feeling of worry, I needed to speak to Jax about Pops. We needed to sit down and work out what we were going to tell Elenor but we needed to figure it out sooner rather than later.

Eventually things quietened down, the mad rush of everyone finishing work had passed, giving me a chance to catch my breath, looking over to where Pops was sitting, noticing that his guests had left. Quickly I grabbed the two mugs of fresh coffee before making my way over the booth, sliding into the cherry red leather, automatically resting my head on his shoulder.

“How was your evening?” I asked, letting the familiar smell of coffee and aftershave wash over me.

“Pretty amazing, my sweet Nova,” Pops beamed. Pulling away from him I looked up noticing how wide his smile was, he had that sparkle back in his eyes. “I spent the whole evening talking to Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly.”

I had just taken a large sip of coffee as he spoke, his words caught me off guard causing me to choke on the caffeinated liquid.

The realization finally hit me like a ton of bricks, he had completely lost his mind.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the feeling of my stomach twisting into a tight knot. I knew there was no way he had spent the evening talking to two drivers that he had spent two hours watching on the TV.

“Of course you did Pops,” I mumbled, trying to mask my worry with a strangled laugh. “Let me go find Jax, he is your ride home tonight.”

Pushing myself to my feet I scurried back behind the bar, bouncing on the balls of my feet whilst I waited for Jax to finish conversation with Chibs. I found myself holding back tears as I tried to calm myself down. I was normally pretty good at holding it together and not showing any emotion to the outside world but right now I was failing.

Suddenly Jax was now standing in front of me, wrapping his arms around me providing a sense of comfort. Yes, me and Jax fought like biological siblings but when it came down to it I knew I could count on him when I felt weak and needed someone to be strong for me for once.

“Where’s your head at Squirt?” Jax hummed, guiding me from behind the bar and out onto the patio terrace.

“Can you take Pops home please?” I sniffled, pulling away from him, leaning against the wall. Automatically I ran my hands over my face before speaking again, Jax extended his hand holding out a smoke which I gratefully took. “I’m worried, Pops is getting worse. Tonight he told me he spent the evening talking to Leclerc and Gasly.”

“As in Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly?” Jax mocked, cocking his brow at me. There was something about the look on his face, I couldn't quite place. Normally I was pretty good at reading my brother but right now I was struggling.

“Yuup,” I hummed, popping the ‘p’, ignoring his playful tone. Right now wasn’t the time for him to be joking. “My head is spinning right now, he is getting worse. I don’t know if I have time to focus on Pops, the bar, and the cafe. I feel like I am drowning. I think we need to look at getting outside help.”

The moment the words left my lips I felt the bile rise in my throat. I hated myself for even saying them. Teller’s never quit on family, but saying those words made me feel like I was giving up on him, when in reality I was just struggling to keep my head above water. The look on Jax’s face changed, this look was something I knew all too well, it was a look that told me he felt guilty.

“Nova,” Jax breathed, draping his arm around my shoulder, pressing a kiss against my temple. “You deserve a break more than any of us. I know the last couple of weeks, hell even the past year with the custody hearings, I haven’t been around much and I am so fucking sorry,” his voice was quiet as he spoke. “I will take Pops home, don’t worry about anything else but the bar tonight. Tomorrow we will sit down and work out what we need to do to help him.”

Taking a deep breath, I silently nodded at Jax. “I just hope tomorrow is a better day,” I whispered.

“It will be, Squirt,” Jax hummed, “think positive. We are in this together, till the wheels fall off, remember.”

Hours had passed, the work was steady which I was grateful for however I desperately needed sleep. Over the last month I had been opening up the cafe followed by a closing shift at the bar. Both businesses were short staffed due to people taking vacation time and illness, meaning I had to spread myself thin to make sure both establishments kept bringing in income for the club. I could have asked for help getting some of the prospects in to take some of the pressure off but the truth was I didn’t trust them. They hadn’t been patched yet and a lot of them still had to prove their loyalty to the club.

The moment I had put the lock on the main doors of the bar I let out a huge sigh of relief that was until I looked around the bar seeing the glasses scattered across the tables. The prospects that had been chosen to help around the bar really hadn’t pulled their weight this evening, confirming my decision not to ask for any help. I was definitely going to be having words with Jax about it.

Glancing at the time I groaned knowing that by the time I had finished the clean up it would be well past 2am, so once I had gotten to bed I would only end up having a couple of hours sleep before I had to be up to get the cafe ready for opening.

It made me wonder if it was even worth going to sleep tonight.

“Nova, go home,” Bobby said, appearing from the direction of the kitchen. He already had the large black plastic tub that we used for collecting the glasses tucked under his arms. “I’ve got this, you go get yourself in bed, sweetheart. The last thing we need is you collapsing from exhaustion.”

“You sure?” I asked, trying to hide the yarn that escaped from my lips.

“Absolutely,” he said, flashing me a soft smile.

Right now I was so grateful, I hated abandoning ship but I knew I could never win this fight with Bobby. He was someone that once he had set his mind on something you couldn’t do anything about it.

It didn’t take me long to round my things up, not when it comprised my phone, smokes, car keys and lighter. Slipping everything into my pockets I strolled over to Bobby giving him a hug.

As I was making my way out of the bar Bobby started speaking again. “I’m proud of you sweetheart, you acted better than we all expected tonight.”

“What are you on about?” I laughed, cocking my eyebrow at him in confusion.

“We were graced with the presence of your favorite Formula One driver tonight,” he said with a large smirk firmly planted on his face.

Great first Pops and now Bobby, was everyone losing their mind in this town?

I had two options: play along with it or call him out on him going crazy. After weighing up my options I decided to go along with this crazy story.

“I know right! I can’t believe they chose our small town, let alone our bar,” I squealed over dramatically whilst rolling my eyes. “Maybe they will come back tomorrow, we will fall madly in love before running off into the sunset together!”

“Kiddo with how the boy was checking you out, it wouldn’t surprise me if he became a regular,” Bobby replied, with a large smirk on his face.

“You’ve been reading Elenor too many stories, old man,” I scoffed, once again rolling my eyes at him. There was no way on this earth that two talented formula one drivers were in the bar let alone checking me out. “Maybe I need to send you with Pops to the memory clinic.”

“Sweetheart, he definitely was, I swear Jax was moments away from ripping his throat out with the way Leclerc was running his eyes over your body,” he chuckled, a large smirk gracing his face as he continued to collect glasses.

“Goodnight, you crazy old man, I will text you the details of Pops’ next appointment,” I hollered over my shoulder, making my way to the back exit.

For what felt like the millionth time this evening my mind was spinning.

Was it fuck with Nova day or something?

Clambering in the driver's seat of my old truck I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, I desperately needed sleep. I knew I would be fine in the morning and this would just be a bad dream.

The drive home went by in a blur, a small smile appeared on my face as I noticed Jax had left the porch light on for me. No matter how many times he did this it always warmed my heart.

All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep, but there was something playing on my mind. I needed to know if Pops and Bobby were telling the truth because if they were I had made a complete fool of myself from the moment me and Jax got back from dirt biking. I just prayed that if he was in the bar, he wasn’t there when I was reciting Crofty’s commentary from Monza. Because if he was then I could never show my face in the bar again.

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charliehoennam · 2 years

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black-leathered prince

A/N: filling out a request made by@babygirl8900 made recently here. boy, is it good to write again! send in requests, my ask box is always open.

Pairing: Jackson Teller x gn!reader Word count: 2,154 Warnings: mentions of jealousy, language, communication blockage, anxiety (sorta?)

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

Another long and exhausting day had gone by. You were in the final hour of your casual 9 to 5 job and all you thought about was running into your boyfriend’s arms and getting home to enjoy a relaxing night with him. It was a rare night – one where he wasn't working some stupid job that will undoubtedly risk either his life or his freedom of the sake of the club – so you wanted to take advantage of it to spend some alone time together. Maybe finally catch on the show you can never seem to finish. You had tried to watch without him, but it seemed to hurt more than cheating on him. Who would’ve thought Jackson Teller could be so sensitive?

The movement around the office slowed down from the busy rush of last minute documentation processes. Reports to file, contracts to process, enquiries to respond to, charts to update. Fridays were always hectic and usually passed by quickly. However, they sometimes ended like today with anticipation bubbling in your core. Your leg bounced incessantly underneath your desk towards the end of the late afternoon. Your heart pounded with excitement and pride the second you heard the roar of his bike pulling up just outside the building. You knew it was him, everyone knew it's him.

The club was well known for being bad news. When word first spread of your relationship with Jax, you noticed the swift change in most of your friends and co-workers. Invitations to happy hour ceased, co-workers avoided you as subtly as possible. Of course they wouldn't be rude to you. The distance constructed was much more elaborate out of fear of some sort of retaliation or revenge. Conversations became no shorter than the average small talk on the weather or latest gossip around the office. Their private lives simply became much more private, just particularly from you. It kinda hurt, but you figured you could understand. You knew better than anyone the trouble the Sons caused around town and they knew too. The Sons were trouble and no one decent in town wants trouble, they'd rather avoid it. When Gemma once said the club looks after their own, you didn't realize it at first, but it meant more than just the boys. It meant their families, wives, parents, children. People viewed all of those associated with the club as part of it and that came with a price.

Seeing him waiting there for you - sat on his bike smoking a cigarette with a helmet waiting for you between his hand and his bike - was like a breath of fresh air. It was worth enduring the long, lonely week of work. A smile bloomed across his lips as he caught sight of you. His cigarette was dropped to the ground and stomped out by his sneaker despite not being entirely smoked; he was eager to get you all to himself.

"Hey there, beautiful" he beamed just before you leaned in to kiss him hello.

"Hey there, handsome. I sure did miss you" you smiled back.

"I missed you too, sunshine. Let's get out of here and have some fun?" His question was complete with the gesture of holding the waiting helmet over to you.

"God, yes. I'm so tired" you replied, taking the helmet to get it on. "Where are we going, your place or mine?" "Well, actually I was thinking we could go to the clubhouse. Maybe have some drinks and some laughs before heading home?" Your heart sunk to your stomach. You'd been looking forward all week to having Jax all to yourself. Sure, you knew Jax was often quite the social butterfly. You accepted that about him and didn't usually mind spending a night drinking with the guys at the clubhouse or at one of their houses. The issue was that you had done that already the last few weeks and were craving some romantic alone time. However, you didn't have the heart to tell him you weren't up for it. He loved having you around the guys; it made him feel like his life was complete and that he had everything and everyone he could ever need. It wouldn't hurt to put on a fake smile and muster up whatever fumes you still had in your social energy tank.

He could tell something was off about you. You didn't really wanna get into it with everyone present. The more he questioned you on what was bothering, the more annoyed you got. You wished it wasn't at him, but you knew deep down it was. You were annoyed with the fact that he hadn't felt the need for your time alone, that he couldn't even summon the thought that you didn't want to be there yet another week. He wasn't trying to be selfish by doing what he wanted to do, you couldn't really blame him. You did agree on going. He was actually being as patient as he could with you, trying to get you to talk but respecting your boundaries. Once he realized that his attempts were angering you for some reason that was still unclear to him, his patience grew thin. He decided to mingle around with his buddies, trying to enjoy his beer and his time even though you were still on the back of his mind.

Stepping out for a smoke, you tried to clear your mind and think of how you could apologize to him. You felt bad, you knew you weren't right. Communication is key to every relationship. But after a long tiring week, at a place you wished you weren't and surrounded by people when your social energy is exhausted, you thought the best way to avoid saying anything you might regret would be to leave the conversation for another time. With every drag of your cigarette, guilt engulfed you. You were being unfair and you had to own up to that. Jax deserved to know why you were being unreasonable with him. So you stomped out your cigarette, committed to talking things out.

That was until you spotted the bright redhead propped on the bar beside your boyfriend, chatting and laughing as if they'd known each other for ages. You're not usually a jealous person, but you did feel it shimmer the blood beneath your skin.

"They're only talking," you thought. "That's barely anything to be jealous about."

You sat down in a dark corner of the clubhouse where you could keep the two in your line of sight. There was no denying that the girl was pretty. Short red hair, shiny green eyes, a fair complexion that seemed to glow under the lights. She looked young like she'd just turned legally old enough to drink. You knew all the crow eaters too well enough to spot them from a mile away. She wasn't one of them. At least, not yet. From the looks of it, it could've even been her first night in the clubhouse and she was already skinning on thin ice.

Jax, on the other hand, didn't shy away from the attention she'd been giving him. He respected her space and wasn't treating her any different from his buddies. He could tell she was new and didn't want to be rude without her deserving it. He honestly just felt flattered that she'd chosen him although he was quick to inform her his heart belonged solely to you.

You watched on as they talked and mingled and laughed at each other's stories. You wondered what they could be talking about, though you did notice moments where Jax would scan the area in search of you. You wanted to see how far things could get without your invention. Every second that passed by seemed to heat the blood in your veins even more. Your jealousy was becoming more and more difficult to tame within.

When the redhead raised her hand to hold onto Jax's forearm, you drew the line. Someone needed to teach the girl the rules around the club and it was gonna start tonight. You marched over with your shoulders pulled back proudly and your chin up high.

Jax was polite enough to simply pull his arm back to himself and was about to let her down gently until you showed up beside them, clearing your throat.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met" you smirked. "I'm y/n."

"I'm Lydia. I came here with a friend to celebrate my 21st birthday."

"Yeah, I can tell it's your first time here. Women don't usually put their hands on men that ain't theirs here. They could end up losing their hands for that."

The blank expression on your face made your threat pretty evident. Judging by her silence, she heard it loud and clear so you turned to Jax who was restraining himself.

"I'm heading home. Don't worry, I'll find my own ride."

Turning on your heels, you pushed through the door and walked out towards the gate to leave the area. The doors creaked open behind you announcing Jax's following you.

"What the hell is your problem, y/n? You and I both know you didn't have to go off on the girl."

"Of course you'd think that. You loved the attention she was giving you" you sneered as you turned to confront him.

"Probably because I got more attention from her than I did from you the whole night!" he frowned. "I don't get what the hell is going on with you. You've been strange ever since I picked you up from work, you won't talk about it and I honestly don't know what to fucking do because if I push you on it, you get mad at me."

The confusion on his face made your heart ache knowing you could've avoided this whole scene if you had just been upfront with him. The way his eyebrows pinched in the middle, the way his mouth hung open and the way his eyes desperately searched yours for answers made you take a deep breath to regain yourself. You couldn't lash out at him. This was your fault, not his.

"What's wrong is that I didn't want to be here in the first place. I wanted us to have some time to ourselves, just us two together. Not spending another Friday night watching your friends drink themselves blind."

"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just say so?" "I dunno. I just thought this was what you wanted. It's what you always seem to want."

"What are you talking about, y/n?" he sighed, running a hand over his face.

"I mean you never ask for us to just stay home or go on a date just us. I kinda miss that and I guess I thought you didn't. And seeing you with that girl just made me think that you're tired of me or of us. That maybe you'd rather be here with your friends to avoid me."

"Jesus Chris- no, sweetheart. That's not true in the slightest." As he closed the space between you and held your hands in his hands, he started to reflect on it. It dawned on him that you haven't had a real date in a while or just stayed home together to join time alone. It was only natural to feel the way you did. Perhaps he could've done more to avoid this as well. Paid more attention to your needs, talked more about feelings even though he dreaded that more than anything. He just wished he would have realized how important it really was to you.

His head slowly rolled down to close his eyes and you had a sense that you weren’t the only one feeling guilt and regret.

"I just thought you liked hanging out with the guys, sweetheart. That's all, alright? I'm sorry I made you feel neglected. And you're right. We need more alone time away from everyone."

The warm hand on your cheek brushed away your jealousy into oblivion. Your eyes were lost in his, captivated by the touch of his fingers as you melted like ice upon the contact of warm fingertips. Every word from his lips dripped like a spell, lulling you into his trance of charisma and lust.

"So let's start with tonight. Lemme take you home, get us a nice bubble bath with some wine and candles, give you a nice foot rub" he smirked whispering inches away from your lips as his thumb grazed your cheek.

"I would love nothing more" you smiled back at him. "I gotta apologize too though. I should've been more open and honest. If I had, we wouldn't even be here right now."

"You were just trying to make me happy. I get that. Now it's my turn to make you happy" he grinned. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get out of here so I can have you all to myself."

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writingplotbunnies · 2 months

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Best Served Cold (3/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: After an eventful start to her day, Sophie meets more of Charming's residents and everyone wants to get to know her.

Word Count: ~3500

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This will be a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Walking into the station, Sophie felt a bit nervous because she might have fibbed a bit on her application. She’d filed paperwork before, answered a phone, but she’d never actually been a receptionist. Never worked in an office. Still, she figured in a small town like Charming, it wouldn’t be too difficult to engage in some on-the-job training. And she did possess the ability to fake it until she figured it all out. She hoped. No, what she needed was access. People who worked in buildings like this tended to believe in the system. Rarely did they go looking for a mole. They didn’t want to assume the worst, and most worked hard to ignore it even when they saw the signs because good people didn’t snitch. Good people followed the rules and allowed the laws to protect them. Until they didn’t.

“You must be Sophie.”

An older man with a mostly bald head and patchy grey hair on the sides came out of one of the offices. The weariness in his eyes reminded her of the base commander at her first station. He’d been counting the days until retirement, and always seemed lost in memories of earlier days. This man had that same distant gaze.

She waved her hand. “Hi. That’s me.”

“Wayne Unser. Thought I heard the sound of a bike.”

“You did,” Sophie said with a nod. “Jax gave me a ride. Had a bit of trouble with my car this morning. David told me to take it over to TM. It’s why I’m late.”

“Hope it’s nothing serious.”

Sophie shook her head. “Just a flat tire. Mostly just annoyed it happened today. Didn’t want my first impression to be showing up late.”

Wayne made a dismissive hand gesture. “Don’t worry about that. Welcome to Charming. I’ll let David get you set up, but my door’s always open if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

David came out of a different office a bit further down the same hallway and offered Sophie a wide smile.

“Glad you made it.”

She followed him to a large horseshoe desk near the front of the building. The placement made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but she figured most people thought having her back to a bunch of cops would be a safe place to be. Maybe she could shift the desk just a bit, enough to give her line of sight both out of the building and down the hallway. She did like the view offered by the large plateglass windows.

“I wanted to go over a couple of things with you before you get started,” David said as he sat on the edge of her desk.

Sophie put her purse in the bottom drawer of the desk and turned to face him. “Sure.”

“San Bernardino transferred your CCW documents to us, and given your military background, I’m sure you’re probably the best shot in the whole office, but I can’t have you carrying a weapon on the job. Not in a police station. But, you shouldn’t need to worry about your safety here. There’s a silent alarm wired under the desk. You feel unsafe, press the button.”

Sophie wanted to roll her eyes at his very afterschool special approach to this conversation. California law only allowed her three weapons on her CCW, so officially, she owned three. She scrubbed the serial numbers from the others and figured what the good deputy didn’t know…

Playing into his clear need to make her feel safe, she placed her hand on his forearm and prepared to lie through her teeth. “I appreciate it, and I understand the rule. Even the Corps had places you didn’t take your sidearm; I didn’t bring it here. I’m just so accustomed to being armed that I almost feel naked without it. It might seem silly to you, but it’s like leaving the house without shoes.”

David smiled. He did that a lot and she wondered how much of it was cop training and how much was him.

“You can keep it locked up in your car if that makes you feel more comfortable. Just can’t be in the building.”

Nodding her head, Sophie didn’t say anything. If Sophie felt, truly felt, unsafe? She’d need a damn good lawyer because the bodies would litter the foyer. For everyone’s sake, she just hoped none of the good citizens of Charming made her feel unsafe .

David placed a hand on her shoulder as he stood from the desk. “I’ll go get you that coffee I owe you. Cream? Sugar?”

“Sugar.”

She spent most of the morning filling out paperwork and sorting through the stacks of folders on the desk. It provided her the opportunity to learn more about the community, identify the players, and add some details to her still underdeveloped plan. Most of it was expected. Parking tickets, speeding tickets, a few notices about disturbing the peace. A lot of it was copies of permits for various things. California loved to create permits. It was when she was sorting through a stack of building permit copies that his name caught her eye. Ethan Zobelle planned to open another one of his fucking cigar shops on Main Street. As expected, the bastard had crossed every t and dotted every i . Her grip on the folder increased, she could see the way the papers warped around her fingers. He always appeared to be the perfect, upstanding businessman. No one cared that he associated with, supported, and endorsed neo-Nazi ways. Even fewer cared that he had strong ties to the Aryan Brotherhood, had killed or sanctioned the kill of many. The man was a murdering bastard. A criminal in a fancy suit. In the months following her sister’s death, Sophie hadn’t been able to figure out who kept protecting him, which left a short list of potentials that made her stomach roll. That’s why she’d followed him to Charming, why she’d gotten herself a job at the station. Something about him, about how he operated didn’t add up, and she needed answers before she blew his brains all over the pavement.

“Hey!”

The sound of someone snapping their fingers in her face drew her attention. Scowl on her face, she turned to see a blonde woman in a suit that screamed “I’m a federal agent, ask me how” standing over her desk. Sophie had worked enough operations with other agencies to recognize the scent of one. Not all of them were bad, but the ones that were always managed to cast a large shadow.

“Can I help you?”

Sophie couldn’t keep the irritation from her voice, but having someone she’d never met snap their fingers in her face didn’t make for a great first impression.

“I’m sure it’s difficult to find the right pile in this game of Tetris you have going, but my team needs your help.”

Sophie swung her chair around to face the woman, and crossed her arms across her chest. “Does your team sign my paycheck?”

The woman rocked back a bit, as though surprised Sophie hadn’t been overcome with joy at being asked, rather rudely, to be a fetch and carry girl.

“I haven’t seen you around here.”

“I’m new in town. Just started today.”

“June Stahl. ATF.”

“Ah,” Sophie nodded. “Then you don’t sign my paycheck.”

“Sophie,” Unser called as he came towards the front. He caught sight of Agent Stahl standing by her desk and his whole face changed. Giving the good agent a rather contemptuous look he said, “Oh, I see you’ve met Sophie.”

Agent Stahl smiled, but it made Sophie want to press the panic button David had told her about earlier. She knew the type. Figured this woman was all about proving herself in a man's world. The type that figured the ends always justified the means, so long as she collected the acclaim along the way.

“We’re getting acquainted.”

“Yeah,” Sophie replied dryly. “We’re gonna weave friendship bracelets over lunch. Braid each other’s hair.”

Unser made a sort of confused frown, shook his head. “Right, well, Sophie, I was going to tell you to head out early today. David told me you got into town yesterday. I doubt you’ve had a chance to unpack yet.”

Sophie shrugged. “I’m used to living out of my pack, but I’m not gonna turn down an offer to get out of Dodge early.”

Standing from her chair, Sophie reached for her purse before glancing over her shoulder at Agent Stahl. “Guess I’m gonna have to take a rain check on your offer, Agent Stahl.”

The woman offered her a biting smile but didn’t say anything.

“Great,” Unser said. “I’ve gotta talk to Clay. I’ll give you a ride over to TM.”

Like a dog who’d just caught the scent of a rabbit, Agent Stahl’s whole body perked up. “For someone who just came into town, you make friends quickly.”

The desire to roll her eyes nearly overwhelmed her, but she decided to feign confusion instead. “I guess? The mechanics were nice enough when I dropped my car off this morning, but other than telling them I caught a nail in my tire, we didn’t exactly exchange life stories.”

She watched Stahl’s shoulders slump ever so slightly but also saw how her eyes narrowed. The woman had a hardon for the MC, and given the way Unser eyed her, Stahl had likely caused quite a stir when she and her team of suits rolled into town.

Unser waved her towards the door, and she allowed herself to be escorted out of the station. They didn’t say anything as they walked over to his squad car, but once they’d both closed the doors, Unser tilted his head back against the headrest and let out a deep sigh.

“She always that delightful, or is it just because I’m new around here?”

Unser chuckled. “That was her being friendly and inviting.”

“Can’t wait to see her again tomorrow.”

Unser started the car, rolled down the window, and lit a joint. Sophie eyed him, a small smirk on her lips. He caught her gaze and held the joint out.

“I’ve got cancer. It’s my medicine.”

Sophie shrugged. “Hey, you’re the law around here. Ain’t none of my business how you spend your money.”

“I haven’t figured you out yet.”

At least he was being direct.

“Not sure what there is about me you need to figure out.”

“A young, successful woman like you doesn’t just show up in Charming to be a receptionist.”

“You don’t really need to talk to anyone at TM, do you?”

Unser took a long drag. “Nah. But this way you and I get to have a chat. Exchange pleasantries.”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Sheriff.”

“I don’t suppose you’d just tell me what brought you to Charming?”

She took the joint from his fingers and took a drag before handing it back. “It’s always been my life’s ambition to work the reception desk at a small town police station. Wrote about it in my dream journal, too.”

He gave her an unimpressed look. “Course not.”

They pulled into the TM lot and Sophie hurried from the car. She rounded the front and leaned her arms across the open window.

“If anything brought me here, you know there wouldn’t be a damn thing you or anyone in that office could do about it including that bitch from ATF. I know you’ve read my file, but I’m just here looking for a little peace.”

“You picked a hell of a town for that.”

The sound of footsteps coming up behind her halted the rest of their conversation. Unser looked almost relieved.

“Everything okay? Thought you were gonna call when you were done.”

Smile on her face, she turned to face Jax, honestly glad to see him. He had more grease across his forehead, and she wanted to reach up and wipe it off. He leaned across her and glanced into the cruiser.

“Unser.”

“Jax.”

“The Chief offered to give me a ride. Seemed silly to bother you when he was coming out here anyway. Said he needed to talk to someone named Clay.”

Jax nodded, turned his gaze back to Unser. “Clay’s in the clubhouse.”

“Right.”

Sophie tried to cover her laugh with a cough. She could see Unser trying to come up with a reason he needed to talk to Clay. Jax wrapped an arm around her, gently moving her back from the car as Unser got out. The sheriff shot her a withering glance before heading towards the clubhouse.

“Come on.”

Jax led her over to the garage. Her car sat in one of the bays. Her lips turned down as she noticed the front passenger tire was still missing. Turning towards Jax, she glared as he held his hands out in front of her.

“Why is my car still missing a wheel?”

Sophie didn’t miss the twinkle in Jax’s eye, even as he took a small step back as she tried to close in on him. It had just been a hole in her tire. A tiny, little hole. She hated seeing her baby up on a lift all incomplete.

“Is that the owner?”

Seeking the voice, she looked over her shoulder, putting her back to Jax. A man with dark curly hair and a bit of a wild look in his eyes stood by one of the toolboxes, a rag in his hand. He reminded her of one of the demo experts she ran a couple of ops with. No matter the situation, he’d always seemed a heartbeat away from doing something reckless, but entertaining. The man hurrying towards her had an eerily familiar glint in his eyes. Maybe the two were related. Distant cousins or something.

“Yeah. This is Sophie.”

Unlike the other folks she’d been introduced to, this guy scooped her up into his arms and spun her around in a strange hug that had her throwing her arms around her neck for balance. A laugh tumbled past her lips as he spun a second time.

“Tig! Put her down you horny bastard,” Jax growled.

He set Sophie on her feet but didn’t let go of her right away. Before she could step back, or even really catch her breath, he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

“You’re beautiful. And your car is a fucking miracle. Marry me.”

She laughed because what else was she supposed to do? “You can’t have my car.”

He gave the best set of puppy eyes she’d seen in a long time. Before she could say anything else, Jax snaked his arms around her waist and tugged her solidly into his body. Everything about the move screamed “hands off” and she couldn’t quite find it in herself to hate it. The solid chest at her back felt warm and the hands wrapped around her waist found a small patch of exposed skin at her hips.

“Aw, come on, Jax. She’s gonna be too much woman for you to handle. I mean, look at that car,” Tig whined as he pointed at the Charger.

“Given that it’s still missing a tire, seems like the car’s too much for you, Tig,” Sophie sassed.

Tig threw a hand against his chest as though he’d been shot. “Aw, sweetheart, you wound me.”

“I’m going to wound someone if you don’t tell me why there’s still no tire on my car.”

“Calm down, darlin’,” Jax said as he turned her around to face him.

She noticed how he kept at least one hand on her at all times, how Tig now kept a semi-respectable distance from her. It reminded her of how the War Boys had acted around Olivia, how she only ever rode on the back of Drifter’s bike. There’d been a clear order to things. Sophie had noticed it the handful of times she’d been around their clubhouse. Given Jax’s behavior, Sophie thought maybe the Sons had a similar set of rules. If they’d been dogs, she wouldn’t have been surprised to see Jax lift leg and pee on her. She’d have to spend some time thinking about how she felt about being owned in that manner. Olivia had felt secure in her relationship, and had known her man had her back. She’d loved Drifter, and Drifter loved her more than anything in the world. They were beautiful together.

“I sent the prospect out to Lodi to get a new tire for you. The one you had on was shredded. You shouldn’t have driven in on it if you wanted to save it.”

Sophie scowled. Jax laughed.

“You’re cute when you’re all irritated.”

“Shut up.”

“Look,” Jax said. “I’ll have it fixed up as soon as he’s back with the tire. Go wait in the office with Gemma.”

She wanted to snap a sarcastic “yes, sir”, but she didn’t want to give him the mistaken impression that he could give her orders, or that she’d always follow them. Without a better option, she nodded her head.

“Come on.”

He once again rested his hand low on her back as he walked her over to the office. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if it was a ploy to keep her from wandering into places she shouldn’t, or if he really just wanted to keep his hands on her. It might even be a bit of both.

“Sack’s not back with the tire yet, so Sophie’s gonna wait in here until her car’s ready,” Jax said as he escorted her into the office.

Gemma looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk, glanced down to where Jax’s hand rested on the small of Sophie’s back, and raised an eyebrow.

“Sure thing, baby,” Gemma answered, voice a bit gentle. “Give us girls a chance to get to know each other.”

Jax’s arm slid from her body as he pointed a finger at his mother. “Be nice.”

Gemma offered him a mock innocent smile before turning back to her paperwork.

“I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”

Sophie just nodded her head as Jax left the office, the door closing behind him with an audible click. Glancing over her shoulder, she found Gemma’s eyes already on her. Walking over to one of the chairs in front of the desk, Sophie took a seat.

“Nice to see you again.”

“You looked mighty comfortable in that squad car.”

“No handcuffs.” Sophie held her arms out and shook her wrists a bit. “It’s why Unser had me in the front seat.”

Gemma raised an eyebrow.

“But, I won’t pretend I don’t know what you’re asking. I’ve been in the backseat more than I’ve been in the front. Unser claimed he needed to talk to Clay, so he offered me a ride here. The good Sheriff really just wanted time away from the station to ask me a whole bunch of personal questions. The type of questions I figure you’ve got waiting on the tip of your tongue.”

“You’re very direct.”

Sophie shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Jax seems to like you.”

“You noticed that too?” Sophie crossed her legs. “If he were a dog, he’d’ve peed on me by now.”

That startled a laugh from Gemma. Sophie grinned.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen my son take to a woman like that.”

It was Sophie’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “A man who looks like your son in a town this size with that kutte on his back has probably taken to every woman in at least three counties. Nothing special about that.”

Gemma lit a cigarette and held the pack out to her. Sophie took one and let Gemma light it for her. She dragged a lung full of nicotine into her lungs before slowly expelling the smoke through her lips.

“Look, Jax has been nice to me. Gave me a ride to work this morning, said he’d get my car fixed. Even though it’s still sitting up on the jack,” Sophie paused. “But, I’m sure the car still being up there has more to do with Tig’s new love affair with it and so long as he cleans up after himself, I hope he enjoys himself.”

“And none of that bothers you?”

Sophie chuckled. “Nah. Tig’s not the first, maybe not even the worst, sexual deviant I’ve been around. I’m sure a team of psychologists could make their careers working with someone like him, and then likely end up admitting themselves to the ward before it was done. Just makes life interesting. I do hate being bored.”

“That why you came to Charming? Boredom?”

She wanted to laugh at the derisive tone Gemma used. The woman was intimidating, and she knew the power she held in the town. A power she leaned into and owned.

“Everyone’s so interested in why I came here.”

“You’re an interesting person.”

“Only because your son has a thing for me, and you’re not sure if you’re going to allow that or not.”

“My son’s a grown man. He makes his own decisions.”

Sophie took another drag from her cigarette. “‘Course he is, but you’re close, and what you say means something to him. I respect that. But, I’m not going to sit here and tell you my deepest, darkest secrets just because you ask.”

Standing, Sophie bent across the desk and snubbed out the remnants of her cigarette. Meeting Gemma’s gaze, she said. “I will tell you this, I didn’t come here for the Sons.”

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THE HOUSE WE NEVER BUILT sons of anarchy - jax x oc

chapter 02: Sudden Desire

The greenhouse was his father’s anniversary gift for his mother. Gemma Teller got her love of gardening from her father, Nathaniel Maddock. Despite their differences as Gemma grew up, the flower bed was the common ground between father and daughter. The greenhouse was one of the remaining reminders of his mother’s love. After his mom’s passing, his grandfather had moved in with him and his father. For Jax, at first, it was weird having his grandfather in the house. His grandfather was a former pastor living in the house where his son-in-law ran an outlaw motorcycle club. And, like most days, Jax could find his grandfather in the greenhouse or outside in the garden. Jax thought their house could double as a conservatory. “Not that I don’t appreciate spending time with me, but the only time you look at flowers is when you got yourself in trouble.” Jax huffed at his grandfather’s words. Trouble was an understatement. Jax had fucked up. He had fucked up majorly. He had kissed Quinn without thinking of the consequences. Years of friendship just went down the drain. He didn’t know if he could genuinely blame it on being impulsive.

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You taste like danger | J.T.

Summary: Is it loving Jax Teller worth the ride? Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Warnings: tiny bit of angst Prompt: “I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies. Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.” from Halsey’s prompt list (Badlands) Requested by anonymous Word count: 297 A/N: A special thanks to @writercole for helping me figure this out.

He tasted like danger. All boyish smiles, wearing leather and jeans, the reaper proudly on his back, blonde hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Jax Teller screamed trouble at the first look and yet, (Y/N) couldn’t help but find her way to his bed. “You’re trouble, baby,” Jax breathed against her lips. “I am trouble? Really?”(Y/N) arched one eyebrow making him laugh before pecking her lips. “Yeah, you are. Keeps a guy coming back for more.” “I’m so sorry if I’m keeping you from the long queue of crow eaters that are surely waiting to have a taste of you.” He smirked, pressing his body against hers a little more. “Jealous much?” “You’ll never belong to one woman, Jax.” The blond opened his mouth to talk but was interrupted by Chibs calling him. “Go,” (Y/N) sighed. “We’re not done here, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her on the lips before leaving. “Yeah, sure,” she said to herself, straightening herself to leave the club, only to run into Gemma. “Gemma,” she greeted. “You should give him a chance.” “Give him a chance for what?” (Y/N) asked, confused. “To love you.” “Gemma, we both know Jax is not the monogamous type of guy,” (Y/N) scoffed. “I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies. Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.” “Yeah, it does sound like my son,” Gemma says, giving her a sideways smile. “And we both know how this ends.” Gemma looks past her sadly, focusing on the old bike at the end of the hallway. “I do, but it’s normally worth the ride, sweetheart.” Her footsteps echo as she strides away, leaving (Y/N) alone, her words echoing in her ears.

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Crimson & Clover || SOA

chapter four - white balloons

warnings: stripping, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, squirting, mentions of rape, descriptions of violence, and I think that's it? Jax being protective and sweet.

summary: Things heat up at a Cara Cara party between you and Jax, igniting a whole other host of issues that culminate in something you don't expect from Dave. Again, Tara unknowingly pushes you and Jax even closer together.

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You looked at Naomi, a glint of humor in your eyes, “Bullshit, cousin.”

“Look”- she put out her cigarette with her heel before throwing it into the yard - “you can call bullshit all you want but I’m absolutely fucking telling you, it fucking works. Not all of us are blessed with such clear and flawless skin.” She lovingly tacked on, “ You bitch.”

Both of you started laughing as you sat on your Aunt’s porch.

Naomi had come by the bar to get you, your Aunt’s treatments taking a second pair of hands. After that you decided to stay for a bit. Naomi was a lot of things but she was still family that you had grown up with during the summers. If anyone knew the shit you went through, it was her. Once your aunt fell asleep the two of you headed outside to smoke a cigarette and shoot the shit. And now? Now she was giving you some bullshit skincare routine that she swore by. It was nice spending time with her, when wasn’t being absolutely disgusting about telling you all about the ins and outs of her sex life.

Her eyes fell on you when it got quiet. A small smile fell on her lips, “So what’s going on with you and Jax Teller, cousin? Word around town, he’s got a thing for you judging by what happened at Cara Cara.”

“How the fuck do you know about what happened at Cara Cara?”

“Please, someone beats down Tara, someone so untouchable, and walks away? Hanging out at Teller and Morrow is gonna give a bit of insight, honey.”

You closed your eyes and groaned internally until Naomi’s voice snapped your attention back to her, “So, wasn’t it true, what I told you? Isn’t he fucking hu”-

-”Nope! We are not doing that!”

Naomi let out a cackle of a laugh before throwing out there, “Fuck you cousin. Been trying to nail that down for years and you roll into town all fresh faced and badass on your bike and he throws caution to the goddamn wind. The boys always did like you better. So, c’mon then. Out with it. I want it from the source, not from fucking Tig after he gets laid by yours truly.”

“Jesus Christ Naomi. You love a cut a little too much.”

You lit another cigarette as she exclaimed, “Apparently you do too, so fucking spill.”

So, you did.

You told her how Shiv and Lyla lured you out there on false pretenses, fed you shots until you were proper drunk, and pushed you in the direction of Jax Teller.

You had run into him, literally. He caught you with his arms finding a home wrapped around your waist before smiling, “Well, if it isn’t trouble. What brings you here, anyway?”

“Shiv and Lyla like to make emergencies”- you turned to look at them, drunkenly raising your voice - “that don’t actually EXIST! Then, when I got here, and prepared to chew them out for wasting my time, they proceeded to fill me with alcohol and then pushed me over here because I refused to talk to you. And now here I am, talking to you. Isn’t that fun?”

Jax rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it to try and smother a bit of laughter at your explanation. His eyes never left you the entire time though. You were too fucking beautiful. Your cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol and the heat, eyes alight with mischief. Not to mention the way you walked in had nearly given him a heart attack. You were wearing your leather riding boots, jean shorts so short your plentiful ass was nearly spilling out the bottom, with a white tank top underneath your leather jacket. He wanted to push those shorts to the side and fuck you on sight. Then, you looked right at him with those fucking eyes and had the nerve to walk in the opposite direction. After he subdued his laughter, Jax looked at you, “Suppose it could be.”

Your eyes were unwavering as you slipped one hand under the hem of his shirt, the other grabbing a fistful of his short blonde hair, “Look at that…I would still have something to grab onto.”

Jax didn’t care at this moment who saw, he took your words as an invitation and leaned down. Your nails bit into the skin of his stomach as he kissed you. Your lips parted with a moan and he hungrily ran his tongue along your bottom lip before moving further to taste you. Your tongue joined his to get a rise out of him. Then, suddenly, a room full of wolf whistles and yelps interrupted both of you. Shiv and Lyla stood off to the side of the room, looking like cats that caught the fucking canary. And you? Suddenly you were feeling shy, heat creeping along your neck as you buried your face in his chest. And Jax? Ever the gentleman he lifted you up and carried you into one of the set rooms for some privacy.

As he set you down, a wave of confidence washed over you.

He leaned down to kiss you again and you placed a finger over his lips to stop him. Confusion washed over his face until you gave a playful push against him and nodded to the chair, “Why don’t you sit down, Jax?”

That beautiful smile appeared on his face, “I like the way you sound saying my name like that, trouble.”

You watched as he sat down and looked at you with a hint of confusion, before your hips started swaying to the heavy beat that came from the party, “You know how I met Lyla right?”

Jax wasn’t sure, and he was distracted by the way your hips rolled while you slowly slipped out of your jacket. His mouth felt dry at the sight of you in that white tank top. Your tits fell perfectly beneath them, the cool air causing those nipples to harden against the fabric. Your hands played with your shirt, lifting the fabric for him to get a peek at your tattoos and a bit of toned flesh before letting it fall. Fucking tease. He cleared his throat, “Can’t say I do, trouble. But uh, Lyla isn’t exactly what I want to talk about.”

“Met her working at a strip club, Mr. Vice President.”

Jax could feel his blood pounding, what you were doing making more sense to him. He shifted in the chair. A smile appeared on your lips and you tilted your head, “Like what you see, sir?”

“Fucking hell, trouble.”

A look of satisfaction rolled over your face as you spotted his knuckles turning white as he clung to the arm rests of the chair. You had him right where you wanted him and both of you knew it. You held the power. A look of awe mixed with hunger came over Jax’s face as you lifted your leg and pressed your heel into his chest, “Now be a good boy, and stay right here for me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else right now, trouble.” His eyes watched as you removed your booted foot from his chest, a breath rushing into him as you began to move again. He faintly recognized the song playing from the other room but fuck he didn’t care. Jax swallowed as you came closer to him, his dick straining already and you hadn’t so much as fucking touched him. You looked like a whole fucking dream come to life.

Your eyes looked over him, lingering at the obvious arousal between his legs. A wicked smile made its way to your face. Try as you might, you couldn’t look away. Jax groaned at the realization, “Like what you see, trouble? Come a little closer and you’ll like it a whole lot more.”

A laugh escaped you at his words but you regained your composure quickly, a smile lingering on his lips at your reaction. He watched as you slowly straddled him and a guttural sound slipped out as you rolled your hips again, dragging your weight ever so slightly against him. You leaned into him, Jax relishing in the way your body felt pressed against his, just to whisper in his ear, “I think you like what you see a whole lot more, Jax.”

His retort died in his mouth as you began rocking your hips the same time your teeth dragged along his neck before you bit down into his skin, your tongue running over the same patch of freshly bitten flesh right after. The action caused his hips to drive up almost involuntarily. A moan escaped your lips and sounded perfect to his ears. You sat back up and continued teasing him, satisfied at how his eyes were hooded with lust. You took his hand and drew the tips of his middle and ring finger into your mouth. You continued moving on him as your tongue and mouth slowly took his fingers to show what a good girl you could be. Then you took those wet fingers of his and dragged them down your chin, across the expanse of your neck, along your collarbone and to the edge of your tank top. It was then that something snapped in Jax. His self control.

Jax yanked at the tank top so that cool air washed over your tits and hungrily he leaned in to take one into his mouth, his tongue working your nipple as his other hand roughly played with the other. Your back arched, pressing you into him more as your hands found his hair and grabbed harshly at the roots. A surge of arousal escaped you as hung onto him, his mouth working to devour you.

Right around the same time, Tara had showed up at Cara Cara. She had found out about the wrap party by happenstance and wasn’t invited but it didn’t matter. All the guys looked in her direction and Opie walked over, “Tara what are you doing here?”

Tara came to a stop and looked at Opie, “Trying to find Jax, Ope. You see him anywhere?”

“Yeah, but”- he looked away from her and clicked his tongue against his teeth -“no place you probably want to see him, Tara. C’mon, why are you here? Last he mentioned, the two of you weren’t together.”

That set a fuse within Tara. She pushed against him and turned to look around. There were only so many rooms and only one of them was closed. She walked over and cracked the door just a bit to peer inside. Then, her eyes landed on the two of you. An anger swelled up inside of her as she saw Jax meeting your every movement, curses of pleasure coming out of his mouth against your chest as you held onto him with your life. She backed away from the door as she heard Jax grunt out, “God I’ve wanted you so bad, trouble, since the second I saw you.”

A strangled cry of pleasure ripped from him and you silenced him with your mouth as his hands gripped your thighs hard, “Went home and jacked off to the thought of you first day.”

Tara turned and saw Shiv and Lyla off to the side, talking to each other and laughing up a storm. She stormed over and cleared her throat. Shiv’s eyes landed on her without a care. Lyla though? She looked confused as to why Tara was here and asked, “Can I help you?”

Tara grimaced, “Is it your slutty ass friend in there all over Jax?”

“Excuse me?” Lyla looked like she had been slapped.

Shiv though? A look of anger crossed her face.

Meanwhile, oblivious to what was happening, Jax’s hands undid the buttons of your shorts. You tilted your hips to give him better access as he slid down the zipper and his fingers pushed against the wetness of your arousal before sinking into you. A cry escaped you as Jax bit the exposed flesh beneath your clavicle, dragging his tongue along the delicate bone. A look of adoration grew on his face as you began to ride his fingers, his voice gruff, “Gonna feel s’good wrapped around my cock soon, aren’t you trouble?”

As soon as you nodded, he took his hand away and left you feeling achingly empty. He lifted you up though and carried you with hands wrapped around your legs. Roughly, you slammed into the wall and he used the positioning to unbutton his pants and pull them down just enough to free himself before using his hand to pull those shorts to the side. He lined up with you and held you there, the wetness of your arousal teasing him and the feel of him barely prodding driving you crazy. His eyes locked with yours, “You sure you want this?”

Your eyes were wild before you kissed him and nodded, “M’sure, Jax. Please. I- I need this.”

And then, just as he was about to thrust into you, claim what he wanted for so long, Chibs burst through the door without realizing and blurted out, “Jackie boy, we n”- his eyes landed on the two of you and immediately pulled away - “fucking christ, sorry. Believe me, I would ne’er dream of interruptin’, but it’s Tara, Jackie boy and Shiv is ou’ there and you gotta get Tara out o’ here before we’re hidin’ a body.”

Jax nearly growled into your neck, “Fucking hell. Of course.”

While you were flustered for a variety of reasons at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Especially noticing the awkward state Chibs found himself in when you dared to peek over Jax’s shoulder. You swallowed the sound and said teasingly, “He’ll be out in a second, Chibs.”

“Right. Course.”

As the sound of the door shutting hit both of you, Jax let you down and was quick to tuck himself into his jeans and zip up. Meanwhile, you were still pulling yourself together as he bolted out of the door. You walked out hugging your leather jacket to your frame and watched as Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, clearly trying to get her to go to the door and get her out of there. That was when Tara’s eyes landed on you. She yanked her arm free from Jax and quickly found herself in front of you, “I don’t know what kind of claim you think you have, but after he has his way with you like the whore y”-

Silence. That’s what washed over the room. The music turned down. Anyone who was still talking very quickly hushed. You didn’t slap Tara. You didn’t push her. No. You were someone who held your own and no one, NO ONE, would dare disrespect you like that. Especially not directly to your face. Tara caught a right hook. Clearly she wasn’t expecting that. Her hand cradled her nose as she gasped in pain. You flexed your fist and looked at her, “I don’t know what set of balls you think you have, but after I have my way with you, there won’t be any left. Now, why won’t you let everyone see your pretty new face?”

As if trying to prove something, Tara’s eyes grew steely and her hand lowered for the blood to run down her chin. She spoke up, “Think you’re so fucking tough, don’t you?”

“No, I just like to think I know my worth. And a bitch when I see one.”

There was one sound. Laughter. Your eyes very quickly landed on Shiv, who looked positively gleeful. Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, “Come on Tara, you should get out of here.”

Suddenly, you also wanted to get out of there. You walked behind them, your keys for your bike in hand, suddenly feeling more clear headed than you had in some time. You were still walking behind them even outside. The gravel crunched under your boots. Then, they came to a slow stop in front of you. Jax groaned, “Tara, c’mon. You gotta go home. You’re not wanted here.”

A brief look of anger flashed across her face. She looked over her shoulder at you. Then she feigned dizziness and stumbled backwards, into your bike. Your bike was something you loved. It had custom parts, and was modified by Flint. He’d given it to you four years ago. You watched as it fell over, a crunch being heard from the side that hit the ground. That bike was your pride and joy and seeing her do that, you snapped.

Jax’s voice sounded aggravated as he simply exclaimed, “Tara, seriously?”

She didn’t get a chance to defend herself though as you slammed your body into hers and took her down to the ground. The surprise of it allowed you to get her on back, your weight on her torso pinning her down. Next thing anyone knew you were throwing a punch at her face. Then another. Tara’s hands frantically reached for anything that could help her. She tried to hit you in the ribs, and your response was to pin your knees further up to lessen the movement of her arms. You landed another punch.

Jax had gone back inside to grab help. The next thing you knew, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled as you went to take another swing. Juice was holding you, tightening his grip as you tried to pull away more. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice from the people who followed. You were relatively untouched. Tara though, when Jax helped her up both eyes were beginning to swell shut and she had a busted lip to match her busted nose. You struggled to break free. Instead, you tried to cool off.

Jax guided Tara to her car and you heard her speak up, “I can hardly see, Jax. Could you drive me home?”

“Yeah Tara, I got you. C’mon.”

…a strange anger welled up inside of you. You knew, just like he knew, he could get a prospect to send her home. He was choosing her in this moment. You thought of what she hadn’t quite got the chance to say. Once he had his way with you, he’d go back to her.It bothered you for more reasons than you wanted to admit.

At that moment Juice had made the mistake of letting you go, thinking you’d cooled off.

Instead you took that moment to head in the direction of Jax and Tara and Juice barely caught you in time and Tara turned around to look at you, and you spit at her feet, flipping both Tara and Jax off. You pushed Juice off of you and went over to your bike, the smaller pieces that broke falling off as you pulled it up. Cranking the engine, you sped out of the place, throwing up bits of gravel at them.

“Anyway, that’s what happened Naomi. Hope it lived up to your expectations.” You finished your cigarette and added it to the butt pile on the corner of the porch.

“Well that explains it then.”

You stood slowly and eyed her, “Explains what?”

“Oh”- a throaty smoker's laugh escaped her -“all the guys are calling you million dollar baby at the clubhouse right now. Definitely fitting, now that I know the full story. So, has Jax called you yet?”

“Not exactly.”

“Maybe I still have a shot then.”

“Yeah, maybe you do, Naomi.”

“So, if not exactly, what happened?”

You rocked on your heels, a look of guilt washing over your face. Naomi’s eyes squinted at you, “What did he do? What did you do? You know what” - she held her hands up - “not my idiots, not my circus.”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, Naomi.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked at her, pissed off at you it appeared. You scoffed before laughing, “C’mon, you’ve been constantly talking to me about his dick, and you really don’t want to know what happened next?”

She looked at you near begrudgingly before groaning, “Obviously.”

Sitting back in your seat, you cleared your throat, “He showed up later that night, banged on my door till I opened up.”

You were sleeping heavily. The toll of the night hit after your shower, your bed beckoning you. Falling into it, you stood no chance. The sound of his fist on the door jolted you from sleep. As you jumped up, your hand grabbed at the gun you slept with next to your bed. Once you looked around your room and came to your senses, you realized someone woke you up. Someone banging on your door. And then you heard it. Jax’s voice outside “Trouble! C’mon beautiful, open up, yeah? M’sorry about earlier. Just wanted to get her out of there.”

Ignoring him, you burrowed back into bed.

Another loud series of knocks, and then Sunshine started barking downstairs. That was when your shoulders tensed and you let out a muffled scream of frustration into your pillow before throwing those blankets back and headed downstairs with your gun in hand. You yanked the door open and pushed yourself out some so he’d know, he wasn’t welcome to come inside. Jax’s eyes danced over you and when they came back to your face, he smiled, “Sorry ‘bout waking you, gorgeous. Though, greeting me looking like that, gun or not, and I’m gonna have to keep doing it.”

“Fuck off, Jax. Think you can just waltz over here after bringing Tara home? Did you come to, what was it she said again? Have your way with me like the whore I am? I imagine the two of you have a lot of…disagreements over your sleeping arrangements. Is that why you brought her home? So you could fuck her, let her feel special, and then come over here?”

“What?” The look of anger that crossed his face was brief before it was replaced by confusion, “Why wou”-

“Then tell me something, Jax. WHY did you have to bring her home? She drove herself there. She hadn’t been drinking. I’m pretty sure it was made clear she wasn’t wanted there. If she had kept it up, could have easily kept her outside and away from everyone. Meanwhile, you didn’t think twice about letting me get on my bike and speeding home after I’d knocked ‘em back. And where the hell were you if all you did was drop her off at home? It’s literally been hours since everything happened. Or were”-

Your name fell from his lips and you held up your hand before continuing, “I wasn’t done, Jax. So. Where was I? Oh, right. Or were you just so pent up after everything that you had to go have a few drinks of your own and fuck some crow eater hag before FINALLY showing up here? And for what? To check on me? Because we sure as hell are not finishing what we started. Now that I’ve sobered up, I can see that would have been a huge fucking mistake. So, what? What do you want from me?”

Jax’s eyes lingered on your face, glancing from your eyes to your lips and so badly wanting to be able to redo everything that had transpired tonight. It was stupid of him to leave with Tara. But he didn’t trust Tara to leave on her own and not cause more issues. Your question echoed in his ears. What did he want from you? The alcohol in his system let him answer honestly before he could overthink it. So, the first thing that poured from his lips took you off guard. Jax sighed, “Everything. You’re all I think about.”

That was not what you expected, and he could tell. Your lips parted, but a response didn’t form. Instead, you eyed him suspiciously until finally you asked, “Why?”

“There’s something about you that just draws me in and won’t let me go.”

The two of you stood there, the air charged between you. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt the same way when it came to him.

He broke the spell first and pulled at your arm to bring you to him. The silk of your button up pajama top felt as soft as your skin beneath his rough hands. A gasp escaped you as he pulled at the top and the buttons could be heard bouncing on the wood of the front porch. That was all you needed. Your hands eagerly pushed off his cut and the warmth of his hands grazed across your waist before he pulled you up and carried you inside, the door shutting behind him.

Jax placed you on the ground and you frantically pulled off the ruined top of your pajamas and began walking backwards towards the stairs as your hands undid his belt before sliding it off, letting it clatter to the ground. The two of you moved in a frenzy, hands hungry for the other. You pushed up at the hem of his sweatshirt and shirt, and he moved to help you by pulling them over his head. While he did that, you unzipped his jeans and after throwing his sweatshirt and shirt to the ground he pushed them down and stepped out of them, kicking his shoes off at the same time. You turned to lead him up the stairs and Jax stopped you, “Not so fast, trouble.”

He kneeled before you and slowly began pulling your shorts down, his lips falling on your hip and taking a playful bite that made you yelp before his tongue replaced his teeth. As he lowered your shorts his tongue followed until you had him where you desperately needed him. He groaned against you as you carefully stepped out of the shorts he had gotten to your feet. The tips of his fingers followed up the curves of your legs until he gripped your hips to guide you back, taking a moment to pause and say, “Sit on the stairs for me, and spread those legs, yeah? I wanna see you.”

You climbed up the stairs until you were maybe halfway up and sat down. Just like he asked, you spread your legs. A smile graced your face as you dragged your fingertips across your skin, over your nipple, down your stomach, until you sunk two of your fingers inside of your bared pussy. Jax slowly walked up the steps stroking himself. The sound of your wetness was unmistakable as you lazily fingered yourself, lost in the sensations. Your head rolled back and a moan escaped you.

Jax dropped on the stairs before you and lightly pulled at your wrist, brought your fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean as his other hand moved to replace yours. His middle finger alone felt so much better than anything you could provide yourself. His finger crooked and hit that delicious spot as his thumb grazed your clit, his mouth releasing your fingers and instead bending to take one of your nipples and sucking hard. Your arousal spiked as you cried out incoherently for him, “S’so g- fucking h- don’t s”- he slipped a second finger inside of you at that moment and began moving them fast and hard - “FUCK!”

You came so fast, and Jax pulled back to watch the effect he had on you. You made a mess of the step beneath you and him, squirting as you cried out for god.

Your body was shaking and you were still coming down from your high as he lined himself up and finally, he rocked into you, burying himself to the hilt.

Both of you cried out in tandem, “Fuck me!”

He stilled and looked at you, a curious smile on his face as you tried to hold back a laugh at the scenario until you had a giggle escape and you muttered, “Jinx.”

“Tell me”- a laugh escaping him as his right hand reached down and pulled on your leg until it was bent back and pinned at the knee to the step above you, his left hand doing the same with your other leg so that you were wide open for him and he slipped just a little deeper inside of you - “what do I owe you?”

As if to remind you, he rocked his hips slightly and before you could think you moaned out, “Everything.”

The laughter died as he leaned down to kiss you before answering, “That I can do.”

Just like that, he started driving into you on the stairs while pinning your legs back. The two of you fell into a symphony of moans as you got lost in the pleasure. Jax was somehow hitting the perfect spot and it didn’t take you long to cum again, nails clawing into the muscle of his arms, squeezing him as you did and taking him off guard. His hips stuttered and you felt him thrust into you, burying himself as he came. His warmth spread through you and he let go of your legs slowly. Jax stayed inside of you and he kissed the side of your neck before whispering, “Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if I”-

“It’s okay.”

Naomi’s voice interrupted you, “Okay first of all, fuck you. Second of all, hell yes cousin. It’s about time you got physical with someone. Lord knows you deserve it.”

You glanced down at your phone to absentmindedly check the time. A small smile appeared on your face as you noticed the time. Clearing your throat, your smile disappeared as you checked your phone and looked at Naomi, “Think you could bring me home, Naomi?”

Naomi stood up and fished her keys from her back pocket, “Sure.”

Jax’s POV

This charity run Clay was using as a cover for running guns was taking way more time than it should have, thanks to a rather unfortunate series of events.

It all started to go to shit when Bobby’s ancient bike that belonged in a scrapyard caused Tig to run off the road. Suddenly there were less people on the charity run. It didn’t sit right with Jax. After all, the more hands they had on this, the better. Next thing Jax knew, Tig got picked up by bounty hunters at the fucking hospital. Idiot had a $40,000 skipped bond for indecent exposure in a livestock pen. Jax wasn’t normally one to judge, but fucking hell.

Then, Clay disagreed with him, again, on how to go about getting Tig back. It was simple and fast. Jax knew his solution was the right one. So, as far as Jax was concerned, it was an “ask for permission and forgiveness in hell”, and do what he knew was right.

Besides, he was ready to get back to you. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he’d be satisfied. As if you knew what he was thinking, his phone pinged with a text message. You know, sunshine, I might forget what you look like and then what?

A smile formed on his face. Guess I’ll have to remind you that it's me. See you soon.

It was then that he leapt on the truck and went with Piney, Half-Sack, Chibs and Happy to go get Tig back, more or less flipping Clay off on the way out. As far as he was concerned, Clay was poison. He’d just found out not too long ago that it was Clay that caused Donna’s death, and that the bullet was meant for Opie.

He thought of you again. You were a bright spot on an otherwise bleak horizon. But something in him made him think if he had you in his life, the rest could work itself out. Hell, he might even try to talk to you about what was going on. Lord only knows what you dealt with working with the devil backs. You might have insight.

Getting Tig back was easy, and the right call. Turns out they were gonna have him far out of state lines sooner rather than later. Jax enjoyed letting Clay know as much. The rest of the charity run went smoothly. They got in and held a bike rally. Jax pulled out his phone and texted you. At a bike rally. You home?

A smile appeared on his face when you texted back, fast. Helping Naomi with aunt. Let me know when rally is done? I can be home.

Absolutely.

He tucked his phone away and looked around, deciding on a bottle of jack and heading off with it. He wasn’t interested in anything the bike rally had to offer. Crow eaters and whatever the hell else they brought with them.

Nah. Since he’d had a taste of you, the idea of anything else - anyone else - felt wrong. He’d make sure to tell you sooner rather than later, too.

He went to light a cigarette when Clay appeared. Jax didn’t speak first. No, it was Clay. As usual, Clay started and made sure to finish the conversation. Clay questioned why Jax would undermine him, where he was trying to go with that. Everything in Jax wanted to tell him the truth. Jax wanted to test the strength Clay held, get him pushed out of the club. Maybe work on getting Chibs in as president. Jax didn’t want it. No. Having Abel made him want something else entirely. And meeting you?: He knew he hadn’t known you for long in the grand scheme. But fucking hell he found himself picturing that something else entirely with you.

Instead, Jax skirted around the truth. Let Clay known he couldn’t get behind the fact that he tried to have Opie killed, fucked up and had Donna killed instead. Not someone in the club, but an old lady. Someone who should be untouchable. And how did Clay react? Clay threatened to kill him if he ever brought it up again. Something in Jax became unhinged at those words. All this time, he wondered how Clay could do it. Seems like it wasn’t that fucking difficult.

Yeah. Clay needed to go.

And Jax really didn’t need or want to be here in the slightest now.

I’m leaving. Take your time. I can wait.

He’d always wait for you. A part of him thought that should scare him, but a larger part was relieved that he didn’t find himself scared at all. He headed to his bike and cranked it, ignoring Chibs and Tig calling out his name to come over. You were more important.

The whole time he was riding to your place, his thoughts ran over your last time together. Again it had been too brief. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep next to you and wake up to that smile. This time would be different. He’d take his time and then pull you to him, holding you until you fell asleep. His hand would run along that spot on your back that had the softest curve to it, until finally the rhythm would lure him to sleep.

He was still a little ways out when he spotted the first sign something was wrong. A thick column of smoke blacked out the stars in the sky, moonlight showing the angry swirling pattern against the sky. Jax sped up and came around the curve in the road and saw it. Your bar was ablaze. Fire was climbing along the wooden frame. It was engulfed.

Then he spotted your bike, tucked into the space created for it beneath the awning.

His heart fell as he got off his own bike and looked around, frantically hoping to catch a glimpse of you, your name falling from his lips as he shouted it at the top of his lungs. Then, Jax looked at the door, the windows. They were boarded over. And he heard it. The sounds of Sunshine barking, whining. The sound of the flames almost drowned her out. It sounded like she was on the first floor. If she was, maybe you’d managed to get down there as well.

Jax ran around the building, finding the side the least burnt. It was all windows, but it would have to do. He thanked god that he was wearing gloves. Perhaps he’d have some sort of heat resistance. He grimaced and pulled at one of the beams. Luckily, the fire hadn’t quite reached them so they were still cool to the touch. Yet, it had eaten some at the wood beneath, so they came off with ease. As Jax pulled the final one off, he used it to break the glass pane to reach in and unlock the window, pushing it up.

He called your name through the roar of the fire. Nothing.

Jax wasn’t going to lose you like this.

He ripped a strip of his flannel and tied it over his nose and mouth for some sort of filter before leaping into the heat. Realizing he didn’t have a lot of time, he moved quickly. He called out again for you. And again. And each time you didn’t answer he felt his chest growing heavier until finally he made his way to the front and found Sunshine. He couldn’t leave her here. Scooping her up, he moved faster to the window he came out of, just to realize that path wasn’t available to him anymore. The fire had caused a collapse in the hallway.

A cough racked his body as he inhaled smoke.

Circling back to the front, he thought of how easy those beams had given way that had been nailed in place. Jax eyed the front door. If he moved fast, he should be able to get out. But that was if the door gave way. He looked down at Sunshine and muttered, “We get out of this, I’m giving you all the bacon you want yeah?”

Jax took off and curved his shoulder down for extra impact.

The wood splintered and gave way and Jax stumbled off the porch until he finally slowed. He let the dog down before turning back around to go inside, just to watch part of it crash into the ground. He was trying to think of what he could possibly do when headlights came speeding down the road to him, and he saw you get out of the passenger side, calling out his name. Everything inside of him seemed to instantly begin working again. He pulled that strip of fabric off his face as he ran over to you and engulfed you in a hug.

You pushed away and tried to ask for answers, “Jax, what hap”-

Jax cut you off, kissing you with everything he could muster. The emotion behind it, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. It wasn’t for a few moments, and until after Naomi took her cell out to call the fire department, that Jax relented, satisfied that you were here.

You were safe.

It was then that he realized, perhaps his feelings for you did scare him.

What he just felt- he never wanted to feel it again.

Trouble’s POV

You were tired, sitting with Jax on the hood of Naomi’s car as the two of you watched the firefighters working to put out the flames. After a certain point, the building collapsed entirely and you sniffled. Jax held you closer as you confessed, “My bike…Flint had it customized for me. Now it’s…”

Jax felt your shoulders begin to tremble.

You wiped your eyes furiously, “And I could have been in there. I”-

That was when you realized the truth. The doors and windows were boarded. They found the fucking nail gun. It would have been quick. You should have been in there. Naomi came by and picked you up unplanned to help her out. You’d have been asleep. Your bike was there. He would have thought you were there. You jumped up and paced back and forth before you stated coldly, “I’m gonna kill him.”

That caught Jax’s attention and he stood up and took hold of your chin, tugging up for you to look at him, “Who? Do you know who did this, trouble?”

Images flashed through your mind. Every time you thought of him, you remembered it so vividly. You remember the way your car broke down. How he happened to drive by and pull over. How you were stupid enough to take his help. You were only seventeen. You remembered how he dumped you on the side of the road like trash when he was done with you. It was absolutely fair what you had done to him in return. You should have done more. And he tried to kill you tonight. When you blinked the tears threatened to spill and so you wiped your eyes before nodding, “Y-yes. I know who did this. Same bastard that raped me when I was seventeen. Followed him here when he skipped town. Threatened him at the fundraiser thing we met at. It has to be him.”

Jax was trying so hard to listen. Truly, he was. However, his anger was taking over. All he saw was red. Someone hurt you. Doesn’t matter how long ago it was. He would make them pay. A pound of flesh for every year that passed. Jax interrupted you, “His name, what is it?”

“Jax, I don’t want to talk about him. I just. I want to sleep. I’m so tired. And now I have nowhere to go. Can you just, can you bring me to the motel in town? Otherwise Naomi will drag me back to her place and I can’t sleep there.”

Those blue eyes fell on you and his features softened. He pulled you in for a hug. You inhaled the scent of leather and fire and cigarette lingering on him. Kissing the top of your head, Jax spoke up, “You have a place to go. You’re coming home with me. And before you say n”-

“Okay.” Your answer was so muffled Jax thought he misunderstood before you nodded your head into his chest.

He gently threaded his hands in your hair before pulling back to see you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Jax. But only if Sunshine can stay there, too.”

He smiled at you, “Fine by me. It’ll make it easier to pay her the pack of bacon I owe her.” You looked at him, perplexed, before your face became more serious as he added on, “Besides, we have some things to talk about, trouble. Including the name of the asshole that did this. And whatever else he did to you. You might kill him. But me? I am going to break him. For everything he has even thought of doing to you. And then some.”

You weren’t used to people being so protective of you, aside from Flint. And this?

This was different.

Emotions were running rampant through your body and your first instinct was to pull him to you and kiss him deeply. Jax’s fists tightened, pulling your hair slightly and causing you to moan against his mouth. It wasn’t until Naomi cleared her throat that you broke apart. Jax growled out, “Naomi I swear, interrupt again…”

“Jesus Jax, cops are here to talk to her.” Naomi looked over at you and smiled softly, “Come on, sooner you start, sooner it is over with yeah? Then we can get you to my place and get you some sleep.”

Your hands shakily lit a cigarette before you nodded and responded, “Yeah…okay. But I’m not going back to your place. Gonna stay at his.” You inhaled the nicotine and walked in the direction of the cops, patting Jax’s chest as you left the two of them there. What you didn’t see was the way Naomi looked at Jax, or the smug ass smile he gave her in return.

The cops asked you the basic questions, including if this could have been MC related considering your ties. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. You wouldn’t tell them the truth though, that you knew what happened and who was responsible. They circled back around to MC ties and you threw your hands up in surrender, “Gentlemen, I’m tired. I wanna get some sleep. Can I answer your questions in the morning? Please?” You watched their resolve waver as you added on, “It’s fucking late. The building is burned down and no one is dead. Nothing is going to change about that in the next twenty four hours.”

Though, if you had your way, that wouldn’t stay true.

Naomi had Sunshine in her vehicle, and Jax was straddling his bike. You made your decision and got on the back of his bike, not missing Jax mumbling ‘good girl’ as he cranked the engine to life.

By the time he pulled up in his driveway, you were tired and exhausted. The adrenaline of the night was catching up to you. Naomi pulled in the driveway behind and as you got off the bike, Sunshine was already at your heels. At her bark, you looked at Jax, nervous, “Is Abel here?”

“Nah, he’s with his grandma tonight. Will be till tomorrow morning since we had the party tonight after the charity run. So, let’s get both of you settled in. Have a good night, Naomi.” Jax’s hand was on your back and leading you to the door and you could hear the humor in Naomi’s voice, “You two have a good night as well. And Jax”- he voice wavered -”keep her safe, yeah?”

Oh that is exactly what he planned to do.

He got you inside and laughed as Sunshine ran straight to Abel’s room of all things, curled up at the side of the crib and seemingly tucked in for the night. You smiled softly at the idea of Sunshine keeping watch over Abel, the smile faltering as you realized what you were thinking about. Jax opened another door and before you was his bedroom. A wave of exhaustion rolled over you as you saw his bed. You wanted to crawl into it so badly. But, you felt Jax pulling at the hem of your clothes and you sighed, “Jax, please. I’m so tired. Can I just get in your bed?”

“C’mon trouble…you’d sleep so much better cleaned up and in fresh clothes.”

You protested weakly until he pulled your pants down and helped you step out of them, immediately scooping you up and eliciting a yelp of surprise before he brought you to the bathroom. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he started the shower and let the water warm up while he looked at you. Without hesitation, he pulled off his clothes and kicked the pile to the side before smiling, his eyes taking you in, “I could get used to this. C’mon. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

As you stepped in the shower, the warm water enveloped you and you felt your body immediately relax. Jax stepped in behind you and quickly moved to grab his shampoo before working it into your scalp. A tired moan escaped you as Jax continued his movements, rinsing your hair clean after and then working on soaping up your body. As he did, he slyly pulled your back to his front and rested his lips on your neck as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t until he got to your hips that his movement stopped. His fingers ran over a wicked scar beneath your tattoo and spoke softly, “What’s this from? Who did this to you?”

You let out a shaky exhale as you answered, “After he…had his fun…he said he’d leave me a gift, mark me so that I’d always remember him. I lost a lot of blood when they found me.”

His fingers gripped hard into your flesh before he released and ran his hand lower, continuing to clean the day from your skin. He kissed your neck as his hand slipped between your legs, the same time his heavy cock pushed against your leg. You let out a moan as you instinctively rocked against his hand, voice airy as you spoke up, “Jax, I need you. Please. Make me forget about it, if only for the moment.”

Jax turned you around and moved quick to satify your request.

He pulled both of your legs up and pressed your back against the cold shower tiles as he buried himself inside the warmth of you. You cried out from the sudden fullness.

He couldn’t help but moan, “So ready for me.”

Jax started fucking you senselessly as he leaned his head down to suck and bite on your shoulder, your clavicle, and then sucking hard on your nipple. The entire time he didn’t stop his pace, hips snapping up as his cock hit that same perfect spot. In fact, it was the overwhelming sense of it that caused your body to come crashing down as you came. Jax didn’t let up, either. Instead, the nipple he was working with his tongue, he sucked hard again before biting the swell of cleavage. Again he fell on your neck with his mouth. He would mark you to remind you he was there, even in the light of morning. He could tell, too, you were close to a second orgasm.

Shifting, he pulled you closer to his torso and wrapped his arms tightly around you, picking up speed as he more or less brought you down on his cock and he thrust up towards you. And soon, you came once more. This time though, your nails bit into his back and drew blood. The shock mixed with you cumming on his cock had his thrusts growing more erratic as he fucked you through your orgasm, filling you with his own cum as you came down.

He held you there for some time before you spoke up, “Jax” - your voice dropped to a whisper - “thank you.”

You could hear that sly smirk, "Oh, you don't have to thank me trouble. I should be thanking you."

Suddenly, he enjoyed the idea of you falling asleep on him while that pussy of yours was still full. He reached down and turned off the water before carrying you into his room, cock still resting right where it belonged, before putting you in his bed and regretfully pulling out, quickly drying you both off. Next, he pulled an old son shirt from his dresser and handed it to you before pulling on a pair of sleep pants.

Pulling the covers back, he pulled you towards him and tried to get you comfortable.

You fell into place and hummed against his skin, your hand tracing an invisible pattern. Jax kissed the top of your head and spoke softly, “C’mon, trouble. Give me a name. Who did this, beautiful?”

In your brain fogged state you mumbled, “Dave Ludo.”

He waited till you fell asleep, judging if you were by the soft breaths falling in rhythm on his chest. Then, he picked up his phone from the bedside table and texted Chibs. Find a guy named Dave Ludo. Bring him back to the club. Leave him alive. I want him.

It only took a few minutes for Chibs to text back. Can I get shiv on it?

Jax thought of his friend, and knew how good she was at hunting someone down. He texted back. Absolutely man, just make sure she keeps her knives to herself.

What’s this about?

Trouble. He hurt her.

Chibs didn’t text back for a moment. Jax assumed he was talking to Shiv. Sure enough, Chibs texted back. We’re both on it, brother. Let you know when we got him.

Jax flipped the lamp off and settled in, surprised at how much comfort he found in you laying on him. He fell asleep with an ease he wasn’t familiar with.

Meanwhile, Tara was at the hospital working her shift. She felt her phone vibrate. She’d been nervous all night. She told Dave this was the best night to try something. Jax was going on a charity run. You were closed tonight. You’d be by yourself most likely. She felt a sigh of relief mixed with a streak of guilt when she saw the message on her phone. It’s done. The bitch is dead.

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How to Touch My Dead [Jax Teller]

Part 3: All the Things I Did (Just So I Could Call You Mine)

pairing: Jax Teller x Nicknamed!OFC [could be read as a reader insert]

summary: When Jax makes a grave mistake, it’s up to her to make things right.

warnings: Grief, angst, death, mourning

music: the scientist [coldplay]; come join the murder [the white buffalo]

Picture courtesy of @writer-wednesday

How to Touch My Dead Masterlist | Jax Teller Masterlist

“I didn’t mean to end up here, but I did. I sort of just slipped into the cracks, but I can’t stay here,” she shook her head. “If I stay, I’ll just end up going out the same way the girls did.”

This life had always been taxing on her, but she didn’t realize it until he was locked up in Stockton. Dodging death by a hair and watching others around her do the same, it all weighed on her heart and mind. Sleep was almost a stranger now; she had nightmares of drive-by the night of Half-Sack’s funeral for weeks.

Keeping a barrier between her and everybody else was exhausting too, especially when it came to him. She tried to maintain an air of professionalism with the club, but when people around them died, or got hurt, they clung to each other even tighter. They became a family to her, people she couldn’t deny because they never denied her. They welcomed her with arms open wide and kept their promise to protect her.

She fell into him when she got overwhelmed and just needed a comfortable place to rest her head. Overtime, it just got easier and easier to find her way into his arms.

When he wasn’t there, she found herself going over everything she’d witnessed; every time she’d almost been caught in the crosshairs and was left to wonder how she could ever go on like this.

His blonde eyebrows pulled together, his eyes gleaming with sympathy. He reached out and placed a hand against her cheek, providing her some silent comfort as he always did whenever she mentioned her friends. His elbow rested on the back of his couch as she let the weight of her head fall into his palm. He always held her weight effortlessly, and without complaint.

His affectionate gestures were always accompanied by silence. Neither of them were brave enough to breach the final barrier into romantic territory by saying anything out loud like that. She could sleep next to him in his bed, make him coffee the next morning, and go through the terror she went through today after learning about the trouble he’d found himself in, but she could never make it anymore explicit than that.

It had been years at this point but there was still an ache looming that reared its ugly head in times like these. Times where she’d almost lost him or almost lost her own life.

She would’ve mirrored the gesture, almost longed to feel the warmth of his cheek underneath her palm, but she couldn’t; not without hurting him at least. His face was spotted with bruises and an angry slash of red slanted across the bridge of his nose. His hair was cropped now which made the injuries all the more visible.

It was a close call today and he’d only just gotten out of prison. The Russians ambushed him and Opie when they went to check on their ammo with the Wahewa, ambushing the high of the happy homecoming that took place just a couple of days ago too.

Seeing the smile on his face as he emerged from the van in the parking lot the day he came home was contagious and she watched as his joy only multiplied once he saw Abel.

He was a ball of energy, barely sleeping the night before because he was so excited for his dad to come back home. She had to say, Abel was more affective than Aderall at keeping her up. She’d spent her nights in the Teller home while he was away, looking after Abel to give Gemma a break some nights. She had enough to keep her busy; there was always something or someone to look into for the club.

Staying at his house while he was locked up made her feel a bit better. Sleeping had gotten hard for a while after her friends passed away. She would stay up all night, sifting through different scenarios in which she could’ve prevented what happened to them, questioning if she was a coward for hiding within the club, and ultimately wondering when her day was coming.

She’d learned to distract herself from the thoughts, doing work for the club or trying to find work to do.

Sleep returned to her as she got more acquainted with the club, finding another family by a stroke of luck — not one that could ever compare to the one she found in her friends, but still, healing. His generosity and sincere concern for her was hard to resist, especially once he dropped the flirtatious facade.

Nasty thoughts returned when he was locked up in Stockton, fears of him not making it out of there and ending up alone again kept her up and staring at the ceiling. The moment she questioned how much longer she could survive in all of this, she’d get out of bed to check on Abel before finding herself in the living room in front of her laptop.

Abel took some time to warm up but once he did, she couldn’t deny the joy bursting in her heart when she saw his smile every morning. She was sure his father felt the same way as he rushed to greet him in the T-M parking lot.

It was hard to tell if she was overstepping a boundary or not — looking after Abel almost as if he was her own, but Opie had assured her that she wasn’t.

“I know he’s glad it’s you looking after Abel,” Opie told her. “You did everything you could to help get him back when Hayes took off with him — I don’t think he trusts anyone with Abel as much as he trusts you.”

The high was met with a disproportionate low when she heard Jax’s voice though the phone, explaining that the Russians were demanding their guns and holding him and Opie hostage until the Sons delivered.

Once he was back, he told her the Galindo Cartel showed up to get them out of trouble before the Sons brought them back home to safety. It was a risky game the club was playing; muling blow for Cartel and dealing guns to them, but he played along with it.

“I back Clay in the vote to mule drugs for the Cartel and he backs me when I leave SAMCRO,” he had told her as soon as they were alone. “There has to be more than this life for Abel.”

While his revelation took her by surprise, she agreed in a heartbeat. Imagining his bruises on Abel’s face made her stomach turn, and she never wanted to find him tangled in the revolving door in and out of prison.

When the pain of admitting that washed over his face, she remembered the photograph she found of him in the T-M garage. Him saddled up on his father’s powder blue bike with the same smile Abel wore now. The club was all he knew and being president was the bright future he was looking forward to — it was evident by the glow in his eyes in the photograph. To be just like dad was the goal, but it was weighing on him now. The truths that came to light were too heavy to ignore and they sat saddled on his shoulders.

She felt tension in her chest unfurl at his revelation, though she’d never name the feeling that sprouted afterwards as her hand found his warm one. He entangled their fingers instantly.

“What I’m saying is, if you’re getting out, I want out too,” she whispered now in the vicinity of his living room, paranoia creeping up her spine.

The weight of his stare was almost unbearable. She hadn’t spoken these words to anybody — barely to herself. She felt like a traitor for even feeling this way, as if she was turning her back on the people that took her in when she was at her lowest. Especially him. The person she’d grown the most attached to against her better judgement.

Today was proof of that, the way she’d paced around the clubhouse, waiting just a few feet away from the phone just in case it rang again; the way she would only sit down because Gemma grabbed onto her hand and forced her to, wrapping an arm around her for good measure. Gemma always kept a level-headed front in these situations; she used to be capable of the same thing, but not when it came to him.

The second she heard the car pull up in the lot, she rushed out, finding her place in his arms immediately. She inhaled the scent of his cologne and cigarettes that clung to his sweater, trying to distract herself from the bruises and blood on his face and the butterflies in her stomach as his strong arms held her close.

He looked at her now, eyes gentle and understanding. “Leaving with you was part of the plan,” he admitted quietly.

Her face heated up under his touch and she felt so relieved she could cry. Her heart beat reverberated throughout the emptiness of her body. Days like today cut her up and emptied her out for all she was worth, the shell of her being torn between relief at his words and a bitterness at a goodbye addressed to the club that was now inevitable.

Her knee was pressed against his thigh as they sat on the couch; simple touches that left her wanting more. The closer he leaned into her, the more she could smell his cologne and cigarette smoke embedded in his clothes and she wanted nothing more than to drown in the scent. Before she knew it, he was close enough that she could feel his breath on her upper lip.

The steady stream sent her heart hammering and her mouth went dry, but she welcomed him as his nose brushed against hers gently, being sure to not aggravate the injury there, before he let his forehead lean against hers. Her eyes closed, submerging herself in the bliss of his presence.

Her steady breath hitched in her throat when she felt his facial hair brush against her face. He’d never gotten that close before; she didn’t have a chance to open her eyes to see if it was a mistake before she felt his soft lips on hers and the prickling of his facial hair on the surrounding skin.

The kiss was gentle — a sharp contrast to when he first tried to do this — and only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away. Her mind scrambled to capture every single detail of how his lips felt pressed against hers. She opened her eyes, finding his as they looked down at her. His brows pulled together, jaw clenching as he held his breath. He stared at her, silently pleading that that was okay this time.

Neither of them said anything as he pulled away slightly. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her head finding his shoulder before he leaned back against the couch, securely tucking her into his arms.

“Do you remember when the club held a Mayhem vote for Clay?” Bobby asked her.

She nodded and looked to him, “You voted no and it didn’t go through.”

“And Jax was pissed.”

She remembered that too; she’d never seen him so angry. It wasn’t the usual loud and violent anger though, it was silent, contemplative, and secluded.

“He was gonna try and kill Clay given the chance — whether the club knew it or not. He tried to do it then and he tried to do it now. There was too much bad blood there and it wouldn’t have been over until one of them was dead.”

Her vision blurred with tears.

“You tried to protect him from becoming the person he hated and you tried to protect the club from losing anyone else; that was your job.” Bobby insisted.

Her mind reeled over the past couple of weeks and the long nights they spent together mapping out where Clay could be going, finding a place for Abel to stay, and speaking to DeMarco to get more time to deliver Clay.

“You were damned if you told the club and damned if you didn’t.”

She nodded reluctantly, finding no comfort in the sentiment although she knew it was true.

“And now it’s on you,” Bobby leaned in, “Before I tell you what I know about Clay, I need to know what you’re gonna do with him when you do find him.”

Her gaze fell to the carpet again as she wrung her hands. “I promised him I wouldn’t let this charter fold. If I don’t find Clay then DeMarco’s gonna take someone else out.”

Bobby stayed silent, waiting for her answer, silently hoping she’d make the right one.

“The club’s been tailing me ever since I left Charming,” she told him. “They finished half the job with him and they’re gonna finish it with me. I’m trying to keep my distance until I get to Clay. I’ll lead them to him and let them make the decision — about everything.”

Bobby inhaled sharply and opened his mouth to speak.

“It’s club business,” she cut him off before he could start. “What they wanna do with me and what they wanna do with Clay is up to them, or else I’m running for the rest of my life, and I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

She held his stare, seeing the pain in his eyes as clear as day before he let out a heavy sigh. The room was silent, the occasional raindrop pattering against the window behind them gently.

“I know you’ve got some ideas as to where he could be,” he finally said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

“Nothing solid,” she shrugged, “I checked all the airports but didn’t find anything on him.”

“What makes you think he’s trying to leave?” Bobby quizzed.

She looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed. “What do you know?”

“I know Clay’s got a lot of shit, but he’s not a coward,” he sat up again, leaning in closer to her, “He wouldn’t abandon the club at a time like this. He’d stay and fight.”

“There’s not enough bodies-“

“Not yet,” he sighed. “Clay came by last night. He asked me if I’d scope out some of the guys around here that were willing to fight with SAMCRO when he got back to Charming. He’s looking for bodies and he’s looking for weapons.”

The revelation came thundering down on her. Rage and exhaustion mixed together to form a strange cocktail; one that almost convinced her to lay down and give up. Wait for the Sons to catch up to her and finish the job so she didn’t have to deal with any of this anymore.

“He’s going back to the Irish,” she surmised.

Upon Bobby’s nod, she let her heavy head fall into her hands.

She massaged her temples as his pleading voice rung out in her mind again: find him and make sure this charter doesn’t fold. Going back to the Irish ensured that all of his hard work would end up down the drain, that is, if the charter still stood after that.

Finding new business partners to make up for them pulling out of guns with the Irish was no easy feat — it was the last thing he had to do to get this charter straight, and he just barely made it happen.

If the Irish got back into business with the Sons, she was sure it’d be short-lived. They wouldn’t willingly do so if they didn’t have something else up their sleeve.

The charter’s demise was promised right now, but whether it’d be through the Irish or DeMarco and his crew was a new uncertainty she didn’t see coming.

“He’s bringing the Irish to him this time,” Bobby corrected.

Her thoughts stuttered, her head whipping towards Bobby. If Clay was gonna meet the Irish to get weapons, they had to do it at a familiar location to the both of them.

“Oswald’s warehouse,” she voiced.

Bobby nodded, confirming that she was right. “He’s gearing up to fight DeMarco’s crew.”

A newfound urgency sparked in her as she tugged the map out from her bag and spread it out on the table. She grabbed her pen from her bag and began tracing a trail from where she was to Oswald’s warehouse.

“Hold on,” Bobby cut her off.

She stopped, handing him the pen when he held out his hand for it. She watched as he created a new trail, heading east this time. He stained the roads on the map in red before drawing a circle at the end of the line. “You’ll get there faster this way,” he said, “Maybe even get there before Clay,” he handed her the pen back.

She scanned over the trail, studying it and getting a general idea of where she was going. Urgency wound her up and she was itching to get off the couch and back out on the road. Still, she could breathe a small sigh of relief, knowing she was close.

“Are you sure you don’t want anybody around here to check that out?” Bobby asked her, nodding towards her eye as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I’m sure,” she nodded, patting her bag as she stood on the porch, “Got all I need in here.”

He nodded silently, scanning over her, reluctant to let her leave.

“Thank you,” she told him earnestly. “He knew we could depend on you.”

Bobby’s smile gave way to the new pain that was festering in his chest, now that he knew, now that he was infected with the darkness. The bearded man held out his arms and she took a step forward, finding herself in his embrace. He held her tight, rubbing her back comfortingly like a parent would.

“I was always so glad he had you by his side,” he whispered to her. “You always had his best interests at heart.”

The lump in her throat returned and she had to pull away before she got swept up in another tide of emotion. She gave him a tight smile, begging her tears to hold off for a moment longer.

“Bye, Bobby,” the words came out in a whisper as her throat closed even more.

His smile was tainted with more sadness as another goodbye was happening right before him. “Bye, sweetheart.”

She turned on her heel to make her way back down to the car again, but stopped and looked back at him as he was still stood by the door, not moving an inch, “When the club comes by, let them know where I’m going.”

Bobby paused before nodding, allowing her to continue down the steps and towards the car.

“I’ve never seen him so angry,” she rubbed her forehead. “But I wasn’t doing it to make him angry-“

“I know,” Bobby nodded, rubbing a hand on her back as they sat at the bar in the clubhouse. “It’s just…” he trailed off with a heavy sigh, “…Look, I don’t know what happened, but…Jax always needs…somebody and the fact that that somebody is her doesn’t make it any easier.”

Bobby was perceptive — it was something she admired about him — but in times like these, she wished he just went on about his day like everyone else. But he could tell that something had gotten frayed between her and Jax. She told him all she could without mentioning the manuscript. He had pried a bit but it was hard not to spill your feelings to ears willing to listen.

When she felt like she was at a dead end, she found herself turning to Bobby. During her first few months here, she’d been stumbling around as she learned the dos and don’ts of being acquainted with the club, how to navigate Clay’s varying moods, and all the rules of the club — spoken and unspoken.

Juice was still navigating it all himself, Tig was usually too caught up with whatever Clay asked him to do, Opie was still on the sidelines as he toed his way back into the club, and she didn’t know the others well enough to ask them questions that seemed so simple. Jax was always busy with club stuff so she didn’t wanna bother him — already massively indebted to him — but in times like this, some of those unspoken rules pertained to him and him alone.

“I’m just trying to do right by him,” she dropped her hands and looked to Bobby, “Like he asked me to,” her voice was getting tight with frustration.

Bobby breathed out a small laugh, “When it comes to her, all of that goes out the window.”

She huffed out a breath, learning what everyone else knew: Tara was off-limits. The unspoken rule made her blood boil even more; she didn’t know if it was because he was making exceptions or trying to have it all when it clearly couldn’t go that way.

Her eyes narrowed before she shook her head. “Well, I can’t do that.”

It was a promise she made, not just to him but to herself. He’d done right by her when he could’ve easily left her for dead — the club got what they needed from her and her friends, so it would’ve been easy to throw her to the wolves.

When he showed her his father’s manuscript, he asked for her help, ways to turn the club legit so once he got into power, he could lead the club the way his father intended.

“So what does that mean for you?” Bobby asked. “If you can’t do both, does that mean you leave?”

Her breath hitched at the idea. It wasn’t an option; walking out on the Sons made her free game for anybody that had any sort of vendetta against her. She’d be back where she was all those months ago: fresh meat for the hungry wolves that no doubt circled around.

“I can still do work for the Sons,” she voiced, although she didn’t fully believe it. “But I don’t think I can help him anymore.”

“So tell him that,” Bobby insisted. “He’s gonna fight, and he’s gonna yell, and he’s gonna protect what’s his, but eventually it’ll seep in.”

She huffed out a sigh, never thinking that reporting the facts would ever get her into this kind of trouble.

“I didn’t know he told anyone,” Tara went pale, wringing her hands that were probably already accumulating sweat at a rapid pace.

She looked around the empty waiting room for a garbage can because from where she was sitting, Tara looked like she was about to throw up.

“I’m not gonna say anything,” she assured the doctor, knowing the repercussions of ratting would be worse. “But you shouldn’t have made him do that.”

Tara’s eyebrows pulled together and her eyes narrowed. Her frame tensed up defensively, “I didn’t make him do anything, Josh showed up and-”

“And you called him. You. Everyone around here knows he’d come running if you asked him to. And you did.”

“I didn’t know who else to call. If I hadn’t shot Josh, I would’ve called the police instead.”

“It was self-defence,” she replied, trying to keep her voice level, “The cops would’ve locked him up for everything he’d done to you.”

“Yeah, and then he would’ve gotten out and tried to do the same thing,” Tara’s tone turned sharp.

“I know,” she insisted, keeping her voice calm. “But that wasn’t the way to handle it.”

“Oh thank you, I didn’t realize that until now,” Tara scoffed, standing up.

She was quick to follow, standing in her way, not menacingly, but just enough to get her to listen.

“The next time will easier, and the time after that will be even easier,” she spoke lowly, gauging Tara’s tight jaw and challenging look in her eye. But she wasn’t here to fight. “The club doesn’t need a tyrant at the head of the table and you don’t need another tyrant for a boyfriend.”

The thought of mentioning JT’s manuscript crossed her mind, but she decided against it, unsure how deep Jax wanted to pull her into all of this, especially now considering what happened just last night.

He’d been late to Church that morning and nobody was able to get a hold of him. She’d called him multiple times but got no answer. When he finally showed up, he offered little explanation to the club. They let it slide, but she could see the tension wracking his body and how he was partially at the clubhouse and partially somewhere else.

When she got him alone, he bared it all to her. It was the first time he ever killed someone and he begged her not to say anything to anyone. Not just because it was a fed, but if word got to Clay about this, he’d keep putting a gun in Jax’s hand, perverting JT’s vision of the club in a new way with his own son following in his footsteps.

She figured keeping it between the three of them would be okay — it had to be now that she knew.

The doctor sighed heavily, letting her head fall into her hands. She let out a small sigh of relief, to watch her rigid demeanour soften and make way for the fear she was trying to hold back.

“I’m not saying all of this to scare you, but he loves you, Tara, and when a man like that loves you, it comes with responsibility.”

Bits and pieces of Tara and Jax’s history came to light once Tara came back to Charming, as it was preceded by their lingering, potent attraction to each other. The two were high school sweethearts until Tara’s mother died, and she packed up all her things and moved out of this “incestuous, backwards town” as Gemma claimed Tara put it; it made her wonder why Tara was back.

The question piqued suspicion in her, especially after learning about how dangerous Kohn proved himself to be, but she let it go, deciding it wasn’t any of her business. Looking out for Jax only went as far as club business and his place in the club. However, once Jax took care of Kohn, it became her business.

Jax and Tara weren’t in high school anymore and he wasn’t just a prospect, he was VP, determined to turn the club legit as he made his way up to president. This life was filled with people and situations that would tempt him to fall into the patterns of the club and if she was the only force swaying him the other way, she was gonna work like hell to make sure he stayed the course because she knew he was capable of delivering it with the right people around him. She gave them the benefit of the doubt — sure they could work, as long as she was one of those people.

There was a knock on the door of the secluded waiting room before it was being pushed open. Another woman wearing scrubs apologetically poked her head in through the crevice of the door, casting a quick, almost fearful glance in her direction.

“Sorry, Dr. Knowles,” she looked to Tara, “They’re ready for you in OR 1.”

“Okay,” Tara nodded, plastering on a smile. “I’ll be right there.”

The nurse nodded once, throwing another glance her way, before leaving the room and keeping the door slightly ajar.

She turned to Tara, “Go save some lives, doc,” she advised before making her way out of the waiting room.

“Why did you show me the manuscript in the first place?” was the first thing she asked as soon as he opened the door.

He sighed, frustration being muted by exhaustion.

They’d had their fight that morning so maybe showing up that night was a bit too soon, but she didn’t get to say her piece then.

He released his hold on the door, “Evie, I don’t wanna do this right now.”

“Tell me why,” she insisted.

He looked behind her, up and down the deserted road before reluctantly walking inside, silently telling her to follow him and shut the door behind her. She followed him in, closed the door despite the surprise that stunned her at the fact that he actually let her in. He looked so exhausted as he planted himself on his couch.

“If I’m here to help you with the club, then I can’t cater to you and uphold what you asked me to do at the same time,” she informed him, watching as he scrubbed a hand over his face before it settled over his mouth. “I can’t walk that line without tipping over onto one side.”

“You have to when it comes to Tara,” he spoke lowly, getting that primitively angry look in his eye.

“I can’t, especially not with Tara,” she insisted, “If you’re gonna turn the club legit once you get a hold of the gavel, everything you do leading up to that moment is gonna decide the type of man that sits in that chair.”

His jaw tightened as frustration multiplied within him. He wanted to say something, she could tell by the way he was looking at her. The anger was egging him on to have another outburst and to kick her out of his house and out of the protection of the club. But he stayed silent.

“And it’s gonna dictate the kind of man you are for Tara.” Though she tried to remain neutral, she could taste the vinegar in her words as she said them.

He stayed silent but his eyes fell from her.

“I’m just doing what you asked,” she reminded him, “But if that’s too much then I can step away from this and forget you ever told me anything. I'll pack my bags and leave.”

His eyes were back on her with a flash, eyebrows pulling together. “What are you talking about?”

“If we don’t straighten all of this out then I gotta hit the road-“

“You can still work for the club,” he stood up from his seat, “Just because this didn’t work out.”

“I can’t,” she shook her head, “I already got the president making it hard to do my job, I don’t need the VP doing the same.”

His look became cynical, “I wouldn’t get in your way.”

“You already have,” she pointed out.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. She couldn’t look at him as she turned and walked past him towards the door.

For the sake of flicking out the butt of her cigarette, she rolled down the window despite the heavy rainfall happening outside. She rolled it back up as her foot pressed down even harder against the gas pedal, ramping up her speed. Seeing Clay’s face in her mind didn’t make her foot relent even an inch. The bone she had to pick with him was getting larger and larger, lodged between them at a jagged angle that was a pain in both of their sides from the moment they met.

“She can’t be trusted,” she overheard Clay insist to Jax in the Chapel.

“Yes she can,” he fought for her, “We could trust her and her friends before, so why not now?”

“We got bigger problems to deal with than the ones she caused for herself.”

“She can help us.”

Silence fell over the clubhouse and she felt Juice nudge her shoulder comfortingly. She looked to him to see him wearing a reassuring smile as he sat next to her on a barstool in the clubhouse. “I’m sure it’ll be okay,” he whispered to her.

She pushed out a smile in response. He was always optimistic in times like these, but she still hadn’t pieced together if he was trying to convince himself in the process too.

“I mean, if anyone here can handle Jax, it’s Clay,” he continued. “I mean it’s really impressive.”

Just as she saw Juice open his mouth to speak again, she beat him to it, “Thanks Juice,” she said, not wanting to strain him anymore for reassurance.

The way he was fidgeting with his hands as he spoke made her all the more nervous.

Juice smiled at her, silently apologizing and she returned it, silently accepting it before her eyes found the door of the Chapel again.

“We’ll have a vote,” Jax decided finally. “The club will vote on it and if it passes, she stays and helps us.”

“That’s good!” Juice beamed, trying to keep his voice down. “Everybody here already likes you; I know it’ll pass.”

She looked to him, finding him more sincere when he spoke this time and it stretched a small smile over her face. It was true, she’d gotten on well with a lot of the members here — the others like Piney, Clay, and Tig who stayed more to themselves had kept their distance were a bit harder to cozy up to.

“Fine,” Clay replied to Jax before she could speak. "But if it passes and that snake bites the hand that feeds her, know that the venom that seeps through this club is because of you.”

Any spark of joy she felt at Juice’s words died down, the smoke whisking away in the wind as soon as Clay ripped open the door. He began to stalk out of the clubhouse, but stuttered when he saw her. His stare was nothing short of cutting before he took in a deep breath and held it as he pushed on and made his way out to the lot.

Who knew the snake would be sitting at that very table. Her fingers tapped on the steering wheel impatiently, thinking about exactly what she would say to him when she did find him. Clay was a poison that infected two generations of Teller men and ultimately led to their demise. If there was poison circulating throughout the club, it came from his own fangs, but if he wanted her own personal brand of venom, she’d give it to him especially if it was the antidote to his own.

The needle in the speedometer perched straight up to 100 as she flew down the empty road. She glanced over to the map spread out on the seat beside her, checking the next turn she’d have to make.

Her head whipped forward to look out of the windshield suddenly as she heard a faint thrumming outside. She reached over and turned the radio off and rolled down her window, welcoming the heavy raindrops into the car once again to try and hear it better.

As soon as the sound became clear and she realized what was happening, she groaned, “No, no, no!” she slammed her hands against the wheel.

The sputtering of the engine continued and she pulled over to the side of the road. The low fuel signal flashed at her as it had been for the last few miles, taunting her now as if to say, I won.

Quiet engulfed the air once she turned the car off after it stalled. She sighed to release the breath she’d been holding and let the weight of her head fall forward until her forehead pressed against the steering wheel.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

After a few moments, she picked up her head and looked through the blurred windshield. The rain was coming down hard but she had no other choice but to move.

She inhaled deeply, the smell of the tobacco becoming more potent and calming her slightly. It wasn’t until now that she realized just how tired she was. She’d been up for more hours than she could count, and alert for all of them; high on pure adrenaline.

Seeing Bobby was the closest thing she had to a vacation during all of this. It was the closest she got to letting the grief in. She let bits of it seep into her and she let it out just as much; her body rejecting it. Another poison that just dominated her own.

She let herself be still and let the world be restless instead for a second as she latched onto the smell of the cigarettes; clinging onto them desperately.

Was this gonna be the rest of her life now? Grasping onto the sound of a motorcycle’s roaring engine as it passed by or taking in a deep breath of tobacco infused smoke each time a smoker passed her on the street? Was this how he existed now? In pieces; scattered around and only finding her if she was in the right place at the right time?

Tension itched at her muscles. The car was too silent. And she had to get moving.

Mechanically, she turned to the passenger seat and folded up the map that sat there. She put it into a pocket of her bag before turning to the dashboard and picking up the photograph and slipping it into another pocket. After ensuring the rest of the zippers were done up, she pulled the hood of her raincoat over her head and exited the car.

The unforgivable downpour drenched her in seconds; the wind accompanying the storm didn’t help either, redirecting almost every raindrop that would’ve surpassed her right into her face as she began walking along. She clutched onto the strap of her bag tightly, moving her feet as quickly as she could move them.

It had to have been twenty minutes later — ten if the car held out a little longer — that she saw a small plaza in the distance across the street from a gas station. She huffed out a cynical laugh at another taunt from the universe. She shook her head, quickening her steps to finally get out of this rain that she was sure soaked through her coat already.

She took a quick glance in the direction of the gas station then muttered out a curse. Of course there’d be no one there — not in the middle of this storm.

Looks like I’m walking.

The closer she got, the more shops she was able to make out in the plaza: a dollar store nestled between a restaurant and a clothing boutique. She found refuge in the former, huffing out a sigh when she was finally sheltered from the rain. Still, she kept her hood and glasses on, ensuring that nobody would be able to see her, even if it was by accident.

The small store was full of people, mostly huddled near the register, waiting to pay for their items. There were two employees at registers, and they were no match for the swarm of people ahead of them.

The warm shelter of the store made her walk slow down to a saunter as she took it all in. She looked up and down the aisles for an umbrella, deciding she’d need one if she was gonna continue on this journey. Getting picked up in this weather was a long shot; not only would it be hard for them to see her down on the road with her thumb hitched out, but she was sure they’d keep moving in hopes of getting to their destination faster.

She spent a little more time roaming around the aisles, stopping at some points and looking through different items in the store; even some toys she thought Abel would like.

Her heart softened at the thought of the boy. His bright smile flashed in her mind and she couldn’t bear to bring him any sort of pain that was inevitable with the situation at hand. Part of her hoped she didn’t make it to the farm. She couldn’t fathom breaking his heart so severely at such a young age. Would he see through her grief and spot the coward behind it all? The one who hid behind the bedroom door? The one who ran?

The thoughts drained her even more. She couldn’t bare to pass on the darkness — she’d passed on enough of it and still had a supply to last her a lifetime.

She pushed past it all and finally, at the end of the final aisle at the back of the store, she found an array of umbrellas hanging from a display. There were various colours — almost making up a rainbow — but she settled on the black one, needing to blend in as much as possible.

She was only a few steps down the aisle towards the cash register when a unified roar that rivalled the thunder outside got louder and louder the closer it got. She froze in her spot, watching the bikes roll up on the road ahead through the window.

She was cautious in taking a few steps into the aisle to get a closer look. She watched as two of them turned right into the parking lot of the gas station and the third turned left into the plaza.

The bike approached the window; the reaper standing out against the black bike before its engine cut off. It wasn’t until he dismounted that she recognized Chibs quickly approaching the entrance of the store. She stumbled back in the aisle, moving back the closer Chibs got to the door of the store.

She gasped a breath and held it, feeling it tighten her chest. She jolted when she stumbled into the shelf of toys, sending a few falling to the ground noisily. She grasped onto the umbrella tightly as she watched Chibs walk through the door, and that’s when she turned around and headed deeper into the back of the small store.

A door with a sign that said Employees Only was the only thing there and although it was padlocked, she tried her best to open it anyways, praying that some miracle would happen where the knob would release and twist all the way to allow her into a safe hiding place. She pushed her body weight against it, fighting against the locked door knob as much as it was fighting against her, silently pleading for it to open. She relented once her body hit the door for the fourth time.

Her mouth was running dry and her throat was constricting and all she could hear in her ears was her rapid pulse. Her legs trembled and she felt faint. She inhaled sharply through her nose, determined not to let that happen. As far as she was concerned, he wasn’t aware that she was here. She hadn’t heard their rumbling engines on her walk over here so she still had a chance to get away.

She stood next to a man in the aisle, letting his bigger frame shield hers as she watched Chibs’s form saunter towards another aisle on the other side of the store. She held her breath, watching him until he was out of view so she could keep heading on down the aisle and out of the store. She threw glances over her shoulders, ensuring he didn’t round the aisle and approach her from behind.

Once she was out of the aisle and into the swarm of people, she noticed the only way out of here was through the registers. She apologized quietly as she hid herself amongst the crowd, shouldering her way through as carefully as she could. She took on the glares her nestling brought her as she accidentally bumped into a person or two.

She scanned the area continuously, desperate to make sure that she saw him before he saw her. As she moved her way through the crowd, she ripped the tag off of the umbrella in her hand and shoved it into the deep pocket of her raincoat.

“Hey sweetheart,” she heard from behind her, a rough poke of a finger digging into her shoulder.

Her heart stuttered as she turned to the man who stood with a basket of items in his hand. With just one look at his tight features, she knew she wouldn’t be able to talk her way out of this. She was just the target for his pent up anger at the circumstance he found himself in currently.

“The line starts back there,” he hitched a thumb over his shoulder.

She glanced over the crowd, making sure the man’s outburst hadn’t caught Chibs’s attention. She didn’t see him anywhere; not emerging from an aisle, not hiding in the crowd like she was. She still had the element of surprise — that is, if this guy didn’t blow it for her.

Noticing that she was still in the clear, she turned back around, ignoring the man as her attempts to get through the crowd were hastier.

“Jesus Christ, nobody’s got any fuckin’ patience anymore,” the man cursed. “Or the ability to move their asses and work!” his comment was directed towards the people behind the counter.

“Hey, can you shut the fuck up?” another woman in the crowd called to him.

The two got into an argument comprising of passive comments to one another as she threw another look over her shoulder. It was just in time to see Chibs emerging from one of the aisles empty handed. His head swept up and down the expanse of the store and she ducked out of view, as if she was trying to jump out of the crosshairs of a gun.

She turned back around and weaved her way through some more people, apologies flying out of her mouth absentmindedly, persuading — if not begging — those around her to keep quiet.

She tumbled through the walkway between registers and scurried towards the door, her quick pace halting as she got caught between a couple of older women who were tucking their receipts into their bags. She bit back a curse as she slowed her pace, following their lead.

She took one look to her right over to the gas station lot, finding Juice and Happy fuelling up their bikes. The rain had thinned out but there was still enough reason to pull out an umbrella.

Just have to stay calm, she reminded herself. Just pop open your umbrella and walk normally like everyone else is.

A gasp was pulled out of her when she heard someone behind her. She whipped her head around to find a father with his son who was already ripping a toy from out of its package. She sighed, turning her head forward as she walked in tandem with their speed.

A gust of wind preceded the amount of rain pelting down once the door was open and in the blink of an eye, she mirrored those around her as they propped up their own umbrellas. She winced at the sound the umbrella made once it opened, but she was quick to pull it over her head and tilt it so it kept her hidden from Juice and Happy who were still across the street.

She stayed close to the women who walked in front of her, keeping her head low, and making sure she was breathing. Her gaze latched onto the reaper on Chibs’s bike, the one that just took and took and took.

She held onto the handle of her umbrella with a death grip — one that got even tighter when a gust of wind passed through, threatening to rip the umbrella out of her hand and expose her. She listened closely, trying to pick out the sound of footsteps behind her or engines about to rev through the pattering of raindrops on the pavement or the conversation of the women in front of her.

She walked further until the gas station and the plaza were behind her. She watched the women in front of her veer left and down a road leading into a neighbourhood. She tensed again, almost curling in on herself but she kept walking until she found another crowd of people up ahead that were exiting a restaurant a few feet away. She caught up with them steadily, keeping a short distance between them as she continued to walk.

The company was short-lived and she found herself alone again, taking a few twists and turns throughout neighbourhoods while staying on track with the map to ensure Chibs, Juice, and Happy lost her for a bit if they did recognize her. That was the closest they’d gotten and she couldn’t afford for that to happen again until she found Clay.

When she ran out of people and neighbourhoods to hide amongst, she found herself huddled in a long stretch of tall trees that was far from the road.

The rain had returned to its heavy, unforgiving attack and was now accompanied with heavy wind that made her umbrella harder to control. She grasped the handle tightly with both hands, cursing when it flipped inside out at a particularly rough gust of wind.

She stopped and pointed the inverted umbrella towards the wind, impatiently waiting for it to snap back into place. The wind calmed slightly, giving no assistance to fix what it had broken.

“Come on,” she urged through gritted teeth. She shook the umbrella with a force that was almost violent — too excessive but it wasn’t enough to puff it back in to its natural shape.

“Fuckin’ cheap piece of shit,” she shook it some more before her hands raised the umbrella up over her head and slammed it into the ground with the same force that sudden anger slammed into her.

“Fuck this fucking shit!” her hoarse voice called out.

She called out more curses, louder and louder each time, hoping that if the club was close, they’d hear her and put her out of her misery.

Twisting her body, she flung the useless umbrella into the wind. It danced away gently, bouncing on the ground a couple of times before flying off further away.

The way it floated away, unscathed for the most part, only lit the fire under her even more — a blazing, fire cracking fury that even this downpour couldn’t put out. She grasped onto the strap of her bag and swung it deep into the ground. Mud stained the leather but the thump of her bag against the earth was satisfying — as if the anger in her was being expelled through this and back into the earth — so she did it again, and again, and again, monstrous cries leaving her in the process. She paid no mind to the damage she was doing to her laptop. It’d be no use to her anymore — wherever she ended up. She kept going, despite the ache in her arm. It wasn’t until she lost her footing and slipped that she stopped.

She abandoned the bag after she landed on her knees in the mud, letting the strap of it untangle from her tired fingers before they curled up into fists and began pounding on the ground, sending specks of mud flying and landing wherever they chose to — she didn’t care, she couldn’t. She was unrelenting, almost as if she was trying to reach into the centre of the earth — like it had the answers she was looking for.

She found herself gasping for breath when she pulled her fists back. Her sharp sob startled her as she caved in on herself. It wasn’t until she felt the way her stomach clenched with each sob that she realized she was crying. She keeled over, her hands, gentler now as they spread over the ground and planted themselves in the mud as the desperate need to curl up into a ball overtook her. The gluttonous being that grief was would just keep feeding and feeding until there was nothing left of her.

Her head bowed as she sobbed, fingers curling in the mud, grasping at the earth she walked on — the same one he’d be buried in for as long as she lived. It was the same earth but they’d still be too far from each other.

If only she was a mole in the ground.

To dig her way through the layers of the earth and find him again. To be by his side; to take her rightful place and just lie there with him.

The vastness of this woodsy area was large — the earth was even bigger. The thought made her head spin. A world full of people and not one could compare to his presence, dooming her to an eternity of suffering. If the club wanted to kill her, then they’ve already succeeded. All they could take now was the body she inhabited, and right now, it was the last place she wanted to be.

The last remnants of anger — her new protector — sent her fists into the ground again rhythmically, like a child throwing a tantrum, because it just wasn’t fair. The ground was still firm enough to send a shock of the impact up her arms, so she did it again, and again, and a third time before sadness came in, rubbing a comforting hand on her back and unravelling her fists.

She leaned back on her feet, her muddy hands resting on her legs now. Her chest deflated with a heavy exhale as she worked her way towards catching her breath.

She leaned her head back, the hood she was wearing sliding off and exposing her even more to the rain she’d been hiding from. She welcomed it now. The closest thing she’d ever get to his touch was in the way the mud curled into her fists and seeped through her fingers, and in the raindrops that fell from the sky above her.

For the first time in days, she let his name fall from her lips, first in a whisper, then in a whimper, then in a chant, as if it would bring him back.

The house was quiet as the two of them stood a few feet away from each other in her small kitchen. He hadn’t been here since last month, the both of them skirting around each other in the clubhouse, at the garage and wherever else they ran into each other. They ended on a low note, but didn’t let it resonate throughout the club. She was still there, helping, and remaining objective whenever she brought something to the club, but never getting close to her again as they once started out.

Word travelled fast though, and when she heard the news, she was sure that would come to an end. That’s why his presence on her doorstep that evening wasn’t completely surprising — like Bobby said: he’s gonna fight, and he’s gonna yell, and he’s gonna protect what’s his, but eventually it’ll seep in.

She decided to give him a chance; trying to make up for the damage she caused somehow, but also hoping — partially — that the last string tethering them together would be severed tonight.

His absence brought to light some less than favourable feelings she’d developed, and relief at Tara’s departure from Charming only confirmed them.

“I didn’t mean to make her leave,” she spoke quietly, breaking the delicate silence. “I was just trying to do what you asked me to.”

She wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself, hiding the pyjamas she was wearing underneath it. He’d been there for ten minutes but hadn’t made himself comfortable. She tried to help — offering coffee, water, but he declined them all silently with the shake of his head.

It was worrisome; maybe she overstepped a boundary that made an irreversible change. While Gemma subtly applauded her for it, she felt awful looking at how he almost curled in on himself when she saw him at the clubhouse.

“You didn’t,” he finally spoke. His eyes were low and voice grief-stricken. “She’s a runner,” his tone took a sharp edge and his lip curled in frustration.

He finally looked at her, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the counter across from the one she was leaning on.

“She was always half-in half-out with the club. Things got messy and she split — went back to Chicago,” he shrugged, trying to hide his hurt behind his seemingly impenetrable facade. “She just used me to do her dirty work,” he almost spat.

She felt the pain in his words and she took a cautious step closer. He didn’t show any opposition to her action, just watched her with big eyes, his jaw clenching every so often and eyebrows pulling together in a way that almost looked like he was pleading with her to make the pain stop.

When she was close enough, she placed a hand on his arm and she watched the rigidity in his body melt away; all the anger and all the fear of breaking down in front of her evaporated.

She trailed her hand up his arm to his shoulder, her other hand landing on the opposite one before he craned down and fell into her embrace. She sighed as she bared his weight, feeling his face burrow into her neck. Her hands rubbed up and down his back, palms running over the grooves of the patches on his kutte. He didn’t say a word, didn’t cry, or make a sound. He just held her and let himself be held for the first time in a long time.

What are you doing? the voice in her head got through to her.

She silenced it, burying her face into his shoulder, justifying it as just being there for her friend. She missed him and she couldn’t deny it anymore now that he was here. This month had been hell and she’d get a handle on all of this tomorrow, but tonight, she was just gonna be here for her friend.

A minute had passed and she pulled back half an inch, testing to see if he was ready to let go. His head still hung low, his face close to hers as he pulled back too. She continued to move back but his arms steeled around her, keeping her in place.

She barely had a second to understand what was happening before he let his lips collide into hers, his hand coming up to cup her cheek so he could hold her now. The kiss was sudden, desperate, and a silent plea for her.

The twinge of pain in her chest blossomed in the blink of an eye — it wasn’t for her, it was for somebody. She pulled back and ducked her head; self-preservation to ensure he didn’t do it again. The cool air around them found her cheek again when he pulled his hand away.

“No Jax…” she whispered breathlessly, her breath catching in her throat as a swarm of pain and betrayal — as foolish as that was — engulfed her.

She didn’t know exactly what she was saying no to — whether it was to him, what he just did, or how she reacted.

She cautiously looked up to find his chin jutted up, eyes plastered to her ceiling as he rubbed his lips together, almost savouring how steeply they crossed the line. His eyebrows were pulled together and she questioned whether he’d have broken down now if she wasn’t there.

But she knew him and she knew if she fell into bed with him, it’d do him more harm than good. She saw the way he was with women that hung around the club before Tara came back. There was a new one leaving his dorm almost every morning and she knew it was just to stop the bleeding. But she couldn’t be somebody to him. She could only be her.

The club’s future was at stake — and it was too much to be careless with.

She opened her mouth to say something — something to soften the blow — but he just rubbed her arm with his large, ringed hand before he turned and made his way out of her apartment, leaving her with the lingering, seering remnant of his touch.

#jax teller #jax teller imagine #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #writer wednesday

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A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New characters were added to the ask list this week:

Brock Renyolds (SEAL Team)

Sonny Quinn (SEAL Team)

Trent Sawyer (SEAL Team)

Eric Blackburn (SEAL TEAM)

David Hale (SOA)

Aaron Thorsen (The Rookie)

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Fraught - Companion piece to The Fight Before Christmas and Should Have - Sam makes a decision regarding your relationship.

Sapphires - You and Mitch share a moment the night before your wedding.

Chicago PD:

Crossing The Line - Companion piece to Ghosts - You and Antonio cross the line.

Criminal Minds:

Rough - Luke needs something special after a bad day.

FBI:

Marilyn - OA supports you in the aftermath of a UC mission.

FBI International:

Waiting - Scott hates waiting especially when it comes to something so important.

FBI Most Wanted:

Not About You - Companion piece to Interruptions (NSFW), Million Reasons, & Got You - There's only one way to get Remy out of his head.

Fire Country:

Space - You give Manny some space when his ex wife comes to town.

Haven:

Worse - An encounter with the Rev triggers you and your Trouble. (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)

Law & Order:

Otto - Cyrus falls in love during the dog fighting case.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed. (Nick Baxter x Reader)

The Musketeers:

A Cottage In Nice - Treville disappears after he is dismissed by the king.

Silk (NSFW) - You bring aerial silks into the bedroom with Porthos.

Narcos:

Marry Me - You can never give Horacio the answer he wants.

NCIS:

Where Evil Grew - Nick has to tell you the bad news about your sister.

Commander Ray - Alden won't admit he's jealous.

NCIS LA:

3 Times Sabatino Thought About Proposing and the 1 Time He Did - Part Four: Cake - Nina helps Nik propose.

NCIS New Orleans:

Atlanta - Companion piece to Just Another Sunny Day In Georgia & Dance With Me - You show Dwayne what happened in Atlanta.

Sugar Boots - Chris has a special nickname for you.

The Rookie:

Every Rose Has It’s Thorsen: Aaron realises he needs to come clean about his past.

The Rookie Feds:

The Devil I Know - Companion piece to Estelle - You make a choice regarding your relationship with Brendon.

SEAL Team:

Three Months - The few days before deployment are always the worst. (Trent Sawyer X Reader)

Buried Socks: Ceberus has a unique way of showing how much he misses you. (Brock Reynolds x Reader)

Shitty Little Bar - People always get the wrong idea about Sonny.

Sugar & Spice - Sonny likes a bit of sugar and a bit of spice.

Soundtrack - Your entire relationship with Sonny has a soundtrack. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)

Angel With A Shotgun - Sonny has a problem with the shotgun you keep under the bar. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)

Something In Your Mouth (NSFW) - Sonny recalls the last time you went down on him. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)

Freckles (NSFW) - Brian loves it when you kiss his freckles.

See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

SOA:

Graffiti - It starts with a graffitied dick on the outside of Jax Teller's house. (David Hale x Reader)

Smoke - You and Chibs share a joint on the loading dock.

SWAT:

Chose You - Sachez makes a choice about your relationship.

Top Gun Maverick:

Messy - Companion piece to Broken Buttons - Beau discovers the truth about what happened that night.

The Only Man - Companion piece to Duty & Communication & Germany (NSFW) - Beau returns home from Germany.

Will Trent:

Trying!Series Part Three: Thirty Days - Your plans to start a family with Will are put on hold when he goes undercover as Bill Black.

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I tagged 2,141 of my posts in 2022

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#q and a - 313 posts

#elvis 2022 - 286 posts

#mccall writes things - 161 posts

#austin butler x reader - 147 posts

#wanda maximoff - 114 posts

#sons of anarchy - 86 posts

#jax teller - 70 posts

#peaky blinders - 64 posts

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#romantic but its something. they respect each other which is why tommy is so livid when he realises alfie betrayed him!!!! amazing

My Top Posts in 2022:

lookin’ for trouble

words: 1,662 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request by @stylesmendeshearted) You’re an extra on the Elvis set during the Trouble performance 🥵 being the girl whose face he grabs notes: once again, masterlist posted here! it’s officially linked on my sidebar :) warnings: steamy thots but SFW tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell (if you would like to be added to a general taglist for my austin x reader fics, please let me know!)

A mix of organized chaos.

That’s what Baz reminds you of as you watch him circle back and forth on the stage that Austin is standing on as everyone prepares themselves to shoot the Trouble performance scene. As an extra, you don’t have many responsibilities except facial expressions…which honestly shouldn’t be too difficult given Austin’s sheer talent as Elvis. The way he moves his body and delivers his lines is just…art, there’s no other word for it. He completely gives himself over to performing and it’s hard not to get caught right up in it.

Anything going on with your face is completely genuine.

You know the general layout for the scene, feeling a bit cramped as you stand right up against the stage, several other extras behind you. Once the music begins and Austin starts performing, the crowd gets more and more rowdy, pushing you right into the stage edge. It’s not comfortable and kind of eats away at your claustrophobia but there’s a purpose here to almost throw yourself over the divide, to try and get closer and closer to Austin as he becomes more lewd in his movements.

Curling your hair around your ear, you wait patiently as Baz gives feedback to Austin about his last performance and then finally gives some direction about what he can do with the extras. The thing about Austin is that he definitely listens, takes notes, but when he’s fully into performing? There’s not too much of a script he follows. He keys in on Presley movements but he also adlibs according to the crowd’s reactions.

It's so incredible to see up close.

You’ve spoken with him a few offhanded times while participating in some scenes and Austin has always been extremely generous with his time. He doesn’t have to talk with any of the extras if he doesn’t want to—and yet he always does. He goes beyond just scene conversations—he asks names, how they’re doing, where they’re from, so on and so forth. It makes it really easy to work with him, even though you’re not as upper level as a co-star.

Austin stands in front of the mic, working his shoulders back a little and loosening his body movements. There are a few moments where he sways back and forth with his hips, humming a few of the lines he’s eventually going to sing. While others prepare for the shot, he skims the crowd before his eyes fall on you.

Your heart plummets straight into your belly because your gazes definitely connect, a small smile tugging the corners of your mouth. The way he’s dressed reaches straight into your chest and squeezes, a heated ache so easily between your legs that it’s hard to shake. He’s made for this role, that very much is certain. The black suit adds a darkness to his blue eyes, like the deep ocean, charcoal makeup gently sitting underneath. His socks match his cherry red tie, a pop of color that somehow comes directly for your throat and—suddenly he’s moving, crouching down in front of you.

“Y/N, right?”

He remembers your name and you nod, taking a step closer as you put your hand on the stage, “Yeah, hi.”

“Hey,” Some strands of his hair hang loose over his forehead, “I know Baz has talked to all the extras about performances bein’ unplanned but uh, I was wonderin’ if it was alright if I touched you—maybe clasped at your face. I just didn’t want you to be surprised—”

“No, that’s fine.” You answer quickly, far too quickly, your cheeks kissing pink at the realization.

He smiles slowly, amusement swimming in his blue eyes as he takes you in. There’s a definite moment where his gaze finds your lips and that seems wildly unfair.

You clear your throat, shaking your head. “I mean—whatever you need to do, that’s fine. I get it—bein’ in the moment and everything.”

“Okay,” He laughs lightly, “Good.” Austin turns his attention towards someone saying his name and gets up from his position on the stage.

You squeeze your eyes shut and mentally kick yourself at sounding so utterly ridiculous. Honestly, it’s nice that he even asked—he didn’t have to. When you were hired for this thing you went through all the hoops with Baz that Austin often performed by reacting to the audience. That made some of his movements unscripted.

But now there’s this ridiculous anticipation heated like fire in your belly as the set quiets, getting ready to call action. Which, this has to be exactly on brand with what the scene calls for, seeing Elvis walk onto stage, wondering what version of himself he’s going to be. That eagerness about how you’re not quite sure what you’re about to see, but you already know it’s going to be amazing.

And Austin nothing short of delivers.

A sharp breath leaves your body as the music plays back, a hearty thump of sound—

“If you’re lookin’ for trouble—you came to the right place.”

The crowd’s reactions are a slow boil, like a covered tea kettle in which pressure and heat builds and builds until it begins to whistle. Watching Austin on stage move his body to the music as he sings has got to be one of the easiest things to react to. There’s a fluidity to his body, like the rhythm and lyrics move through him while he performs. It’s addictive, hard to tear your eyes away, attempting to absorb absolutely every part. Not to mention that your body is reacting to his, hips slowly swiveling to the beat, heart hammering in your ears, palms sweating.

It's almost hard to remember that your reaction to him shouldn’t be internalized, even though it’s hard not to feel completely overwhelmed in this environment. You let out a short breath, taking a step forward and beginning to work past the guards creating a barrier, reaching out, knowing he’s only going to get closer.

“But if you’re gonna start a rumble, don’t you try it out alone!”

You audibly gasp even though you’re in good company around you in terms of sound, one hand resting on your chest while the other covers your mouth. As much as you’ve seen Austin perform, nothing prepares you for when he rocks back on the toes of his feet and lands directly on his knees, along the edge of the stage, slowly thrusting his hips forward as he sings the line,

“Because I’m evil.”

Your eyes widen automatically and you’re suddenly very glad that the background noise is so loud that no one hears the very obvious moan leaving your lips. Your gaze travels from his legs to his torso, right up to his face and he’s staring at you. Your hand falls from your mouth; Austin is not at all gentle as he leans forward and grabs at your chin, holding you close and in place as he sings the next line,

“My middle name is misery.”

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coffee cart girl (pt2)

words: 3,588 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: wow, I did not expect such a warm response! thank you so much :) part 1 is here. if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know! warnings: none tag list: @pearlparty, @theinvisiblecapricorn, @kittenlittle24, @andrewgarfields-girlfriend, @mirandastuckinthe80s, @nonsensical-nonce,

It’s been a few days since the whole coffee debacle and time continues on—coffee orders are taken, delivered and not spilled down the front of your shirt. Granted, you suppose that idea wouldn’t be too terrible given what you got out of it the last time. Though you’re not about to make a fool out of yourself, showing up to Austin’s trailer, asking to borrow another t-shirt. That’d totally be…ridiculous.

Okay, so the thought had crossed your mind only once, so what? You’re human.

“And ridiculous.” You emphasize to yourself as you check the orders and fill.

Sometimes it can be a mind-numbing process, coffee filling, and you’re really glad they can’t get too fancy on set. It’s just cream and sugar—no espressos, no lattes, no iced options. When it’s a Starbucks run? That gets a little hectic; can even take multiple trips. You chew on the inside of your cheek as your eyes run over the list…searching for one name in particular,

Butler – black, cream

Totally not playing favorites, or anything, you make that order next and take one tray off to make stops before filling the rest. You hum an Elvis song softly to yourself, habit of the job you’ve noticed, kinda difficult not to when you’re around it all day. Today it’s a mix of That’s Alright Mama and I’m Coming Home which makes no sense, and yet the tunes blend seamlessly together as you make turns around trailers and find the people you need to give coffee orders to.

You’re trying your best not to think about Austin, about him bringing you that coffee and talking to you about your script, about things that you got no business thinking about. But your mind wanders and, especially with all the buzz around set around how well Austin is playing Elvis, you kinda can’t help it either. His voice slips around your skin as you recall him asking about your writing, about whether you show it to anyone, making the hair on your arms stand up. While the Elvis outfits, especially the fits from the fifties, kinda squeeze your insides, you find yourself preferring when he comes to set—simple looks, the jeans, the t-shirt, the black jean jacket or the sherpa lined blue one.

You’ve never seen him without the black hair, but know he’s naturally a brunette, wisps of blonde. You wonder what it’s like to see him like that, how bright his eyes can be, what it might look like to notice him when the attention isn’t all over him.

You shake your head as you drop off a coffee in the makeup department before making your way to his trailer. Foolish—a handful of interactions does not make you special, nor important. Besides, you can’t let thoughts like this get in the way of what you’re here to do. Deliver coffee, obviously, but script work? Exposure? Elvis won’t be filming forever and it’s not guaranteed you’ll get picked up for another set job.

You carefully make your way up the steps, just in case, and knock. Taking a slow breath, you pause, listening to make sure before you open the door. Empty—just as it’s been the last few days you delivered coffee runs.

Disappointment crackles in your belly, spreading up to your ribcage as you make your way inside and set the coffee down on a small table in front of a couch. His jean jacket is there, whiffs of sandalwood in the trailer as you move to leave, mixed with something else that’s distinctly Austin.

Your stomach flutters and you quickly head out of there, closing the door behind you. You got work to do.

You’re fairly sure they’re working on the Trouble scene—you can hear the echoes of strong guitar strums, Austin’s voice ringing in the air and sending shivers down your spine. You wonder what it’s like being an extra in any of these concert scenes, what it’d be like to see Austin in full garb, pulling off Elvis moves and vocals. It’s impressive, would probably melt your right through the floor. You can only imagine.

Not to mention an extra salary wouldn’t hurt. Then again, doesn’t really open you up for what you should be doing—you pour over your script, flipping through pages, a headache pinching its way to your temples. This thing might never make any fucking sense. Some of the extras speak directly to Baz, at least the ones up front with Austin. You wonder…

“Y/N!”

You wince, turning to look towards Sal as she approaches the picnic table you’re at. One moment of silence for the great afternoon you were having—you already know it’s about to get ruined.

“Did you not get the afternoon orders started?”

You blink, glancing at the time. “I don’t start my rounds until three.” It’s two-fifty.

Sal narrows her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest in what no doubt will be a lecture. “Frank from lighting says he still hasn’t gotten his morning coffee—”

And you kinda stop listening there because that just…can’t be right. You know what that list said this morning, if only you could find the small clipboard that had all the morning runs. You must have set it down somewhere. Regardless, you know how to do your job, Frank didn’t ask for anything this morning.

“He wasn’t on my—”

“Maybe if you did a little less on attempting to crack into your big break,” She taps the script a bit aggressively, “and paid more attention to your job, we wouldn’t have angry lighting workers. Get moving.”

You work your jaw a moment—you know better than to argue, it’s not worth it, even when you know you’re right. You slide off the bench and collect your script, putting it into your bag for later, dropping it off where you keep your things. Quickly, you grab a cup and fill Frank’s order (a good memory, black with three Sweet'N Lows) and take it to set.

Seems like they’re between shoots or at least done with one scene and moving towards another because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to walk into the warehouse. Curling your hair around your ear, you see Frank working on a standing light fixture.

“Here you go Frank—” And as an apology is about to leave your mouth, he turns and practically snatches the coffee out of your hands.

“It’s about damn time, you know I’ve been waiting on this since this morning?” He snaps and you bite your tongue, hard. He definitely wasn’t on your order list this morning.

You’re almost not sure what to say; there’s nothing in it for you to argue your point, he’s going to be upset no matter what—just the kind of mood Frank seems to be in. You resist the urge to roll your eyes too and just take a breath.

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coffee cart girl

words: 2,424 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: just for fun, couldn’t get it out of my head warnings: none

It’s one of those things where you can’t remember how the whole thing started. One moment you’re attempting to finish a script, get noticed, have someone other than your sister read what you’ve written to see if it actually makes sense, if it’s worth fighting for—and the next? You’re the coffee runner on studio lots, visiting trailer to trailer, getting orders and bringing them back. Celebrities, stars, directors, producers, writers, the whole world opens up to you. A friend of a friend, their aunt, got you the job—honestly you’re not overthinking it. This is your chance to make something of yourself, to put your foot in the door, to feel seen.

Except it never quite happens that way.

There’s the exact opposite effect, no one notices you. You blend into the background, become another body on a busy set, but hey—at least you can tell yourself, ‘one of these days I’ll actually show my work to someone’. Just a page, just pitch an idea. Go from there. And every day, you walk onto the same set of the movie you’re currently assisting on and do what you do best: grab coffee orders.

“Maybe this is actually my secret calling.” You grin, pushing your hair over you shoulder as you wave your ID badge to the security box entrance. They buzz you in and you wander on, seven AM, far too early for anything to be enjoyable.

Jillian, a beautiful redhead with tight curls and hazel eyes rolls them in your direction. She’s been working just as long as you have but with a very different job—hair and makeup. “Oh please Y/N, you just need to give yourself a chance. Let someone in? I’m sure you’ve got great ideas.”

You purse your lips, comfortable in a pair of black mom jeans and a white t-shirt today, simple. “How do you know? I could have some awful ideas. Hollywood’s full of ‘em.”

She snickers, “I dated an actor once, he thought he was God’s gift to film—trust me, I know a tacky personality when I meet one. And that’s not you.” She gently taps the tip of your nose, making you crinkle it, before hurrying off towards the hair and makeup trailer.

“Y/N.”

You sigh, head tipping back slightly to the sky as a resounding voice makes it to your eardrums. That’s Sal, an older woman who’s wrinkles remind you of crunched up old velvet and has a smoker voice to somehow match. She runs the show around here…quite literally other than Baz, who deals with everything that’s not the day-to-day small jobs. Sal’s job is to make sure everyone is on time, that trailers don’t need anything…that writes her paycheck.

You turn with a smile that somehow hurts your teeth, “Mornin’ Sal.”

“You gonna grab people’s coffee today or just stand there?” She asks, moving to hand over a slip, “Already did your job to grab the few orders of the people who are here already. Think you can handle the rest?”

You hum—kill her with kindness. “Absolutely, thank you.”

Your eyes run down the order list—mostly for hair and makeup, wardrobe, and then you catch a particular name towards the bottom—

Butler – black, two sugars.

Your eyebrows crinkle together before wandering towards the coffee cart. Sometimes people request Starbuck runs but it seems like today isn’t that day. Robotically, you begin filling coffee orders but the bottom name has you a bit stumped. Today is not the first day you’ve brought Austin Butler coffee and it won’t be the last, least until they’re done shooting Elvis. But you feel like you’ve got a pretty good memory when it comes to orders…and he does not do sugar. Sometimes it’s a treat with a splash of milk, but not sugar.

You make a judgement call, pouring the splash of milk and loading up the drink holder to make your rounds. Sal, ironically, is not the most detail-oriented person. This whole sugar thing has got to be wrong.

As you make your way around set to drop off coffees, you find yourself contemplating on the fact that coffee really is an all-day thing—whether it’s this early morning set call, late at night shoots or middle of the day cravings, nearly someone almost every two hours is requesting some sort of pick-me-up.

“Thanks Y/N.” One of the other makeup artist smiles at you, tipping the cup in a cheers motion and you wink back.

Two deliveries left…

Turning a corner around the trailer, you make a beeline for Austin’s, because odds are he has to be in front of a camera soon. Or at least to another trailer to get hair and makeup or wardrobe, whichever. No sooner do you walk up the steps to knock on the door, it opens, almost hitting you square in the face. Luckily—luckily? It hits your hands instead.

A sharp gasp leaves your mouth as hot coffee spills all over the front of you, but it’s not so much the noise you make in pain but moreso surprise. Your mouth opens, blinking once, twice, because—really?

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Austin says quickly, clearly rattled by the set of five shared moments. “I usually open the door a lot slower, I’m late.” He’s got that Elvis drawl—you’ve heard it a few times on set when you linger close to scenes taking place just to get a glimpse of how the written work becomes an actual picture.

Could really be you someday, your written words leaving an actor’s mouth. Not really feelin’ like today however with a very large coffee stain down your front.

“No, it’s—” You let out a soft laugh as he reaches for the coffee tray, your eyes flickering up—he’s not dressed as Elvis, not yet, hasn’t even been to hair and makeup yet because his hair is untamed, a soft black with iridescent hues hanging in a few strands over his forehead.

“I usually start the day like this, with coffee.”

He blinks, seeming to process that what you’ve said is a joke before a shy laugh tumbles out of his chest. “Right.” It’s an attractive sound, and maybe if you weren’t so flustered, you’d let yourself enjoy it. “Least lemme help you clean up or…get another coffee.”

“I think that’s my job.” You smile, but the offer is nice. Most of the time, or at least some celebrities you’ve come into contact with, kinda sweep interactions under the rug, make mistakes your problem, are too busy to even apologize. Which whatever, you’re not gonna hold that against them, you got more important things to worry about.

But the fact that Austin offers, even is willing to grab other coffees when he’s the star running late…it means something. A twisting in your stomach spreading heat like vines wrapping around a house, definitely something you’ll end up thinking about later.

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familiarity

words: 3,585 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request) readers friends are obsessed with austin and reader meets austin out and about. austin is intrigued by the reader's lack of interest and is determined to get to know you notes: first request, really excited. thank you! if you do not see your request posted, I promise it’s coming. My writing takes time and I appreciate the patience xo warning: none tag list: if you’d like to be added to any of my requested austin x reader fics, please let me know :)

Tipping your head back towards the sky, you take a deep breath into your lungs as you exit the theater with your two best friends. Seeing Elvis for the third time is beginning to grate on your nerves—don’t get it wrong, the movie is incredible. The acting, the costumes, the music, all of it, ten out of ten, you just don’t need to see a film more than twice in theaters. Your friends are giggling like schoolgirls over the lead, Austin, and well—right, he’s definitely pretty but you don’t understand the hype. You don’t think you’ve really seen him in much before this.

“You two are beginning to sound borderline stalker-ish.” You tease over your shoulder, Marie reaching for your arm and forcing you to walk with them.

“I don’t want to hear it; you’ve watched tons of things over again for your favorite actor. What about Charlie Hunnam?”

You let out a soft breath that flutters your hair, “We don’t talk about Charlie.”

Paige grins, putting a hand through her strawberry-blonde strands, “Well that’s fine because we want to talk about Austin. Can you imagine the physical endurance he had to have to pull off all those movements? Performances?”

Marie grins, “Oh so we’re talking about his stamina?”

You roll your eyes even though you’re smiling as you head back to the car with them. It’s not that you don’t think Austin Butler isn’t attractive, he is, and obviously very gifted and talented. And maybe it goes beyond him being your type or not—sometimes it’s just hard to think about things other than what you’ve been going through recently. That’s what heading to the movies was supposed to be for, an escape, your best friends dragging you out of your apartment despite the fact that you’ve seen this film already.

But they know you need the extra support and you love them for that.

Your past breakup has been rough, moreso than you ever imagined it was capable of being. Just…the person you thought you’d been in love with for seven years turned out to be a completely different man. He was a cheater, a liar, and abusive—not necessarily physically, but definitely emotionally.

You’re working on building a better space for yourself, but it hasn’t been easy. You suppose anything worth it rarely is, but sometimes it’s hard to think about anything else. Shaking those thoughts loose, you get into your car as Marie and Paige continue to talk about their favorite scenes from the movie—describing them in detail as if they’re not going to visit the theater for a fourth time.

You smile a little as you start the engine, pulling out of the parking spot—you guess there’s really nothing better than an escape, especially when it involves a very handsome actor named Austin.

It’s a beautiful Fall day, the kind of season that feels like it might be snuggle worthy even in the sunlight. Crisp, crunching leaves, the end of summer passing along it’s final rays of heat. This is your favorite type of weather, right before it gets too cold. You can wear jeans, booties and a t-shirt with a jacket and have zero concerns. Not to mention it’s ideal to sit outside with a cup of coffee…which is your reward for getting grocery shopping done today. You push the cart around the aisles of Whole Foods, crinkling your nose at the selection they’ve got for most items because…it seems a little bare in some spots. Definitely in that time slot of restocking shelves.

No matter, you’ll make do with what you get and then come back another day this week to grab anything you might be missing. Surveying your cart, you’re pretty much done except for your favorite cereal, so you turn the cart in that direction and pause amongst the boxes.

Maple Clusters—literally one of your favorite things. Add a little extra cinnamon and honey? Ugh, with a cup of coffee it’s damn near perfect. And that’s something you never like to say often—that something is perfect, because you’ve learned the hard way that nothing ever is.

You let out a slow breath, moving down the aisle and spotting the box you need on the top shelf. Abandoning your cart, you walk to grab it, arm raised—

And someone else snatches it right before you can. You blink, looking over at the taller guy who has your Maple Clusters in his clutches. He seems to sense you standing there, because he turns slightly and blinks, looking down at the box.

“Sorry, were you goin’ for this?”

For some reason he looks wickedly familiar, like you’ve seen him in this store before or…maybe just around. New York is one of those places where you can run into the same ten people out and about over the course of a month—which sounds like it makes zero sense until you live here.

You hesitate for a moment, taking him in, tall, boyish charm with blue eyes that are only brightened by the curls of his dirty blonde hair and the jean jacket sherpa he’s wearing. Attractive? Yes. Annoying? Also yes.

“I was,” You lick your lips, “It’s the best cereal they have.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he turns to face you, still holding onto the box between his hands. “I know,” There’s a sort of drawl to his tone, a deeper octave that maybe you weren’t expecting. It almost seems like it doesn’t quite go with his face, body, something learned. “That’s why I grabbed it.”

You narrow your eyes, attempting to grab anything else that you might be able to barter with. “Okay—there are plenty of decent second options here. Strawberry Oats, got little yogurt pieces in there,” The guy’s face takes on this amused twist, watching as you try to argue which cereal he should buy instead so you can have the one in his hands.

You notice he’s wearing rings on his slender fingers too which is…definitely not a negative, but not the point, either.

“Here and this one? Chocolate.” You wave the box for emphasis, “Who doesn’t love chocolate?”

“I dunno, do you? Seems like if you’re gonna argue for these cereals, you should just go head and buy ‘em.”

Heat kisses your cheeks and splotches down your neck, “No—I’m saying you should get one of them and surrender the Maple box.”

“I was here first.”

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822 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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co-stars

words: 2,475 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @lovvelylivv) “hidden co-star relationship“ where austin and female reader are doing press tour 4 elvis and the interviewer is like low key flirting w her and austin is clearly jealous but he can’t do anything bc they’re not public yet. notes: masterlist posted here! warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell

It just sort of happened, that’s what you tell your closest friends.

You’ve been in plenty of films before to know the drill—showing up, doing your job and doing it well, going through the motions of before and after a movie wraps, the interviews, the parties, the events, the awards. You know for the most part what to expect.

But what you didn’t expect was Austin.

Your agent comes to you with this great opportunity, to be in a film that’s not quite a biopic but something more than that, a story that needs to be told and shared about Elvis Presley. You’re not quite sure how you fit into this thing or even if you can carry out something that’s so important to this man’s legacy. But you’re a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and so when you get the part from your audition, you know you’re not going to take anything for granted.

Working with Austin is just the icing on the cake. You knew of him from similar circles, but you didn’t understand how incredibly talented and dedicated he was until working with him firsthand. Not only that but he’s extremely humble, thoughtful, and sweet. Not only was running lines and scenes with him easy, but he also became a fast friend that you could talk to about the film, the industry and just general things you’d been going through.

You knew Austin had lost his mother when he was younger, he’s always been rather open about that with regards to his Elvis role, but you don’t quite have the words to be able to say how much he was there for you when your dad got sick. Right in the middle of filming too. So much of your world was spinning off it’s axis and Austin was the only person that made things slow down, still. Your father eventually got better, but it was an incredibly rocky few months and you don’t think you would have made it through without having someone to lean on.

So it’s only natural that a month or so after that, you two started seeing one another.

At first it was just kissing—electrically charged moments leftover from emotionally vulnerable states, the connection you two felt over shared experiences, shared pain. But it obviously blossomed into being something more than that because your feelings didn’t have anything to do with finding an escape.

Kissing turned into spending the night, which turned into dates, which turned into introducing friends and family—even though your father already knew Austin well from all the time he visited in the hospital. The relationship is serious, yet very private. Both of you know what it’s like to have your lives turned inside out by Hollywood, to constantly being under the microscope of the public eye and…you both want to focus on what’s important, which is right now Elvis and all the hard work you’ve put in over the years.

Your relationship is your business and yours alone, Austin agrees that there’s a time and place to go public. For now, it’s minimal PDA that doesn’t go beyond close friends and the real intimacies behind closed doors. Austin’s a gentleman naturally, so most of the time his mannerisms towards you are easily explained.

It makes sense, though it doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

You walk out of a small back room to an interview space, mostly a red-curtained area that has the ELVIS movie logo behind two tall chairs that you and Austin are going to sit in. You’re not mic’d yet, so small conversations are able to be had as everyone else runs around to get ready for the interview. You give Austin a small smile, his hand along your lower back as you walk to the chairs,

“You gotta help me climb onto these things.”

A soft laugh rumbles in his chest and well, these chairs are slightly awkward. They’re elevated from the ground but especially if you’ve got heels on? You kinda got to hold onto someone else as you hoist yourself up and get situated.

“What would you do without me?” He teases, holding onto your hand and helping you up. “You good?”

“I think,” You shimmy around to get comfortable, adjusting your blazer that you paired with black skinny jeans and black studded heels. Austin’s just got a simple black t-shirt on, pleather pants but…the man could wear grocery store paper and still look great.

“Don’t be fallin’ over in one of these things.” His hand lingers along your hip and brushes your arm as he moves to take the chair next to you and you try not to think about how easily he adjusts with his long legs. One is bent just slightly as his heel rests on a rung of the chair.

“Right, would hate for you to show up at my mom’s house tonight for dinner without me.” You grin, voice an octave lower just in case.

Austin smiles, licking his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, “Your mom loves me—she probably wouldn’t even think twice.”

You snort, shaking your head. Honestly…that’s a bit true. Guaranteed she probably made an extra special dessert or something for him since she knows he’s coming to dinner. You straighten your shoulders as the interviewer comes out behind the red curtain, sitting in the other chair. A slew of other people follow, putting mics on both you and Austin, makeup people padding a few spots on your faces and finally asking if you’d like water or anything else to drink.

The interviewer’s name is Max and he’s this really chill guy from Brooklyn who has his own YouTube channel and podcast and you’re able to talk with him a little bit before getting started, cameras being turned on and intros being swept out of the way. Max does a great job at ping-ponging the questions back and forth to you and Austin, which you really appreciate. Sometimes you’ve been in interviews where questions are mostly for Austin—and that’s totally okay with you, but half the time you’re not even asked a second question in a half hour or hour span of time.

Austin makes sure you’re always pulled into the conversation though too, somehow turning questions about him, his craft, or his experiences, to loop you right into responding. It constantly makes you want to lean over and kiss him on the cheek for being so thoughtful. Max balances the questions out without being prompted, which makes the interview far more interesting to be a part of.

“So, I just gotta pause and say, Y/N, you were incredible in the film,” Max says, “I mean, just as often as I was blown away by Austin, I was astounded with you as well.”

You smile, still not used to taking compliments but you’re always appreciative to hear them. Your cheeks flush a soft pink and you can feel rather than see Austin smiling too in your direction, that sort of proud awe look he’s reserved for you many times over.

“Thank you,” You curl your hair around your ear, “It’s definitely a marathon race kind of movie, twists and turns, all good things though, astounding experiences.”

“What was the most difficult part for you?” Max begins to ask but then touches the earpiece he’s wearing, “Oh wait—hold on. Seems like we’re getting feedback from your mic. Sorry about that,” He stands from the chair, “Gonna need to switch it out.”

“Oh,” You look down, beginning to unclip it from the blazer you’re wearing. Austin picks up his water during the small break, taking a sip as Max gets another mic and helps you switch it out. Your hands brush as you exchange mics but you’re having trouble pinning it back on the lapel of your blazer without it falling.

“Here—let me…” Max trails off, stepping into your personal space. You can see Austin out of the corner of your eye watching, but trying not to, the interaction. You’ve gotten pretty well at sussing out Austin’s body language in this time together, as he’s come to know yours, so it’s clear that he’s not thrilled with how close Max is standing to you.

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