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[ravennaortiz]

Your Boyfriend is a Bitch headcanon SOA version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and telling that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @youngadult9016 @littlefrogbrain

Our sweet Juice is amused at first that goofy grin plastered on his face as he sips his beer. He figures it was obvious that you are with him since the guy literally stepped in between you two as you guys were sitting and talking at the clubhouses bar. Guy must just be to caught up in how beautiful his Old Lady is. Then he hears the guy tell you that your boyfriend is a bitch and he could take him. "Alright buddy" laughs Juice that goofy grin slipping into a tight smile as he grabs his shoulder. Slipping off the stool he steers the guy out the door. "Be back in a bit babe" he calls over his shoulder to you.

"Surprise surprise he couldn't take me. Guess you are stuck with me" states Juice smugly as he rejoins you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Chibs has grown used to the "youngins" hitting on you and such. He used to be quick to swing but your calming nature had him using patience and words a little more often now than his fist. This time though he puts the young man through one of the tables. It's hard to say whose more shocked between the three of you. "Think you can do her better Laddie?" Chibs chuckles darkly as he shakes his head at the trembling man under him. "Why don't you join me and my Ole Lady here in the bedroom. One of us can learn some pointers".

Happy turned away from the pool table when he heard the new prospects response to your decline of a date. Your wide eyed expression, tight smile and nervous chuckle when his eyes met yours told him he had in fact heard the idiot correctly. It was nothing to the prospects expression as he turned to see who you were looking at. Happy simply rolled his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other for a moment before speaking. "I'm her bitch boyfriend.

Jax is swinging fists before the guy knows what is happening. He demands the guy to answer him between every hard blow. "Think I'm still a bitch?" Are you blind? Couldn't see her crow? The ring?" "Did you miss my arm around her waist?". Jax only relents when Chibs and Opie pull him off the guy. Without another word he pulls you to the dorm hallway to relieve some more of his anger in a more enjoyable way.

Half-Sack is quick to be in the guys face. Newly patched he feels he has a lot to prove still. He makes it clear he doesn't need a gun to win a fight. Which does not last long and leaves the guy hitting on you knocked out and being dragged out of the clubhouse by Happy.

At first Tig thinks you and Kozik are playing a joke on him when you two tell him what happened inside while you were getting a drink. The two of you loved to rile him up and play jokes on him. He also can't wrap his mind around who in their right mind would tell his gorgeous, pregnant wife that she could do better and they could do her better. Especially not after you two had been together for ten years. The tears that start to well up though have him up on his feet and inside, dragging the man out by his kutte. Once he gets your nod of confirmation he pulls him toward the ring.

Opie while usually level headed and one to think things through before reacting. Can't help but to punch the guy in his face before he can even get his sentence out. While he agrees with the guy that you can in fact do better than an outlaw biker, no one else gets to say it.

Kozik would have let it slide. Being called a bitch and stuff did not bother him. What bothered him was how uncomfortable you got and how the guy would not back off. The quiet whisper of his government name from your lips had him grabbing the offending guy into a chokehold and yanking him out of the clubhouse to teach him a lesson on respect.

Rat had his teeth gritted as he served drinks from behind the bar. Still being a prospect he was limited on what he could do to a patched member, let alone the VP of another visiting charter. "You have my permission to handle that" stated Jax as he came around the bar, having heard what was happening. Rat nodded his head in appreciation before yanking the guy over the bar top. There were perks to dating the sister of the mother charters President.

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[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Love Me Like You Do~ Part 5

Juice Ortiz X Reader

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“Okay everyone! Listen up!” I yelled as I gathered the crew around the bar. “I appreciate all of you being here tonight. It’s going to take all hands on deck if we’re going to be as busy as I hope we are. Now, my wonderful kitchen guys, have you made the decision on who’s doing what tonight?”

Leo, Remi, Paulo and Joe all nodded. “Yes ma’am, boss. I’ll take the lead and Joe and Remi will be working on helping cook the orders and Paulo will be getting them ready to head out the door.” Leo explained.

“Great.” I turned to the girls. “Amelia, Serena and Cypress, you three know what sections you will be?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be the balcony. Serena will be mid section tables 5 through 10 and Cypress will be all the booths.” Amelia responded.

“Awesome. Now, Donna and I will be helping out Talia and Willow at the bar. I’ll occasionally make my rounds. If I come across a table needing drinks and you haven’t made it back to them yet I will help out. That’s why we have the walkie system. If any of you get overwhelmed out on the floor or at the bar, just press the button on the belt walkie and let me know. Same goes for you guys in the kitchen. Ding the bell four times to let me or Donna know you need help. I don’t want anyone struggling tonight, okay? We’re a team. A family.”

Everyone nodded. I gave them the okay to get everything in order and they went their own ways.

“Hey, Donna? Can you come with me to the apartment? I need help finding something to wear.”

She nodded. “Of course!” She linked her arm with mine and we walked out the back.

When we got inside she started digging in my closet. She dug way back to the back and pulled out some skintight black jeans.

“Now these are nice!” She held them up. “Here, put these on.”

I took them from her and put them on while she dug around some more. I was surprised they still fit after all those years of carrying them around. I went to look at myself in the mirror but Donna stopped me.

“Nope! Not yet. I want to complete the whole look before you do.” She smiled that devilish smile at me.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

She then gave me a pair of knee high boots with a shirt heel and a Sons of Anarchy shirt that I had made my own before I left. I cut the sleeves off and put purple rhinestones around the sleeve edges and had cut a V into the neckline, stitching it with silver thread.

Once I had it all on, she sat me down at the table and began fixing my hair and makeup. After half an hour she was done.

“Okay, go look!”

I went to my stand up mirror and gasped at the sight. Donna had done my makeup natural and my hair was pulled back with a rhinestone clip with a few strands pulled out to frame my face. I stared myself down. I almost didn’t recognize myself.

“He’s going to fall head over heels for you in this.” Donna said, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

“Who?”

“Who else?”

“Juice?” I shook my head. “I doubt it. Sure he said he likes me but I don’t know if he feels anything different.”

“I beg to differ. The way he looks at you is the way I catch your brother staring at me sometimes. Like I’ve hung the moon and the stars are my halo. I think it’s just more than like.” She smiled.

“I never got to tell him how I felt. He got the call for club business. Then I was busy preparing for the dinner and tonight. I haven’t got to talk to him much.”

“How do you feel about him?”

I sighed. “Likes he’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Like the missing puzzle piece my heart needs to be complete. He sees past the extra weight and accepts it, even if I don’t.” I whispered the last part.

Donna smiled. “I think I have an idea of how you can finally tell him. Come on. I’ll tell you on the walk back. It’s almost time to open this place up.”

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“Guys! Let’s go! Amethyst Edge opens in less than an hour! I want all of us to be there when (Y/N) opens the doors!” Clay yelled across the clubhouse.

Whoops and hollers were heard all around. The guys filed out the Clubhouse doors and onto their bikes.

“Where’s Piney?” Clay asked.

“He already left for the bar. Wanted to be sis’s first costumer.” Opie replied.

Clay just nodded. “Let’s go!”

It took all of 15 minutes for the guys to make it to the bar. The parking lot was already filling up. Opie patted Jax and pointed. He smirked and tapped Clay to show him, too. (Y/N) had made a section just for them in the front, a reserved parking sign for each of them and all. They made their way to the front and parked.

Juice found his spot and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see you tonight. He hadn’t been able to talk to you in a couple weeks properly and it was driving him crazy. Him and the others walked in the bar.

“Holy shit. Little Winston pulled it off. This place is amazing!” Tig said.

Music was already playing through the speakers and people were gathering in different sections. They made their way to the bar. Opie spotting Donna first.

“Hey babe. Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Hey guys. She’s giving herself a pep talk before she addresses everyone to get the night started. Give me a sec.” Donna put her earpiece in. “(Y/N), they’re here.”

“What’s that about?” Juice asked, pointing at her ear.

“It’s out means of communication. She told me to let her know when y’all got here. She didn’t want to start anything before.” She nodded her head to the stage. “Speaking of.”

The music stopped and everyone turned towards the stage area.

“Holy shit.” Juice whispered under his breath, or so he thought.

“She’s beautiful, right?” Donna asked.

“Yeah. She is.”

Donna gave Opie a wink before turning her attention to her sister in law.

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I took a deep breath and walked out of my office and onto the stage. The lights brightened and the music stopped. I looked out through the crowd and couldn’t help my smile. I spotted the guys in the back and instantly my eyes found Juice.

“Hi everyone! My name is (Y/N) Winston and I’d like to welcome you to my place, Amethyst Edge!” Hollers went around. “A few things before we officially open this place. We have food, drinks of any kind, pool tables and karaoke. If you hit on any of my girls, and they reject you and you keep pestering them, you will be out. I want this to be a atmosphere everyone can enjoy. If you want to show us the vocal talents, the karaoke list is to the left, pick and let us hear you. If you see Son with a kutte, don’t be afraid. They are my family and Amethyst Edge unofficial bouncers.”

I looked at my watch. “It is now 7pm, Amethyst Edge is open for business!”

Whoops and hollers went around. I started the music back up and hit the button for the lights to strobe. I made my way down to the bar.

“Welcome boys! It’s officially opening night and remember, two rounds on me then you got to pay up. The girls know to start the tab and I’ll leave it amongst you to figure out who pays.” I gave each of them a hug.

I finally made it to Juice. The smile I adored so much plastered to his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. Donna helped. Now.” I went around the bar. “You’ll be my very first customer, what can I get you?”

“Surprise me.”

I gave him a smirk. “Coming right up.”

I made him an Old Fashioned and passed it to him. He took a sip and his eyes got wide.

“Oh shit this is good.”

I gave him a wink. “You’re welcome. Need anything else, you know what to do.”

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Juice sat at the bar and watched (Y/N). She was a natural at bartending, even better being out and interacting with the customers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her all night.

“Juice? You good?”

He turned to see Opie sitting there, watching over his wife and sister.

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m good. Just enjoying this.” He raised his glass.

Opie smirked. “I know what your enjoying; and it’s not just the drink.” He nodded his head towards his sister. “Have you told her yet?”

“Yeah, sort of. The night we left for the run. I didn’t get to hear what she was going to say. We haven’t been able to talk much since.”

“Give her time. She’s just enjoying this high of her business doin so well tonight. She’s been a busy woman. I promise you, if I know my sister well, I’d say she likes you, too.”

Opie patted his friend’s back and walked to the table with the other guys. Juice really hoped Opie was right.

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Karaoke had started and I was having a blast. The songs people had chosen really made the people in the bar more excited. I kept watching the guys every now and then, making sure they were being taken care of.

“(Y/N), it’s almost time. Come on.” Donna pulled me away and towards the back.

When the last person finished their song, Donna cut the lights. She put me on the stage and chose a song and a light strobe. I took a deep breath and relaxed. This was the perfect way for me to tell Juice how I felt.

The song started and the lights started blinking with the music. I took a breath and started singing.

You're the light, you're the night

You're the colour of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

The lights got brighter and when the guys seen it was me the started hollering.

You're the fear, I don't care

'Cause I've never been so high

Follow me through the dark

Let me take you past our satellites

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

Juice couldn’t believe it. (Y/N) was on the stage singing, and could she sing. He felt his heart start to race and pound out of his chest. He couldn’t stop watching the way she moved with the words.

Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise

Every inch of your skin is a Holy Grail I've got to find

Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

I found Juice in the crowd, watching. I knew it was now that he had to know how I felt. I caught his eyes and sang with everything in me, hoping he would know.

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I let me heart sing through and took a deep breath.

What are you waiting for?

Suddenly my girls started belting out with me.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

The guys started whooping and hollering. Juice could feel his heart swell with love. She was actually singing to him. Her words and emotion had him on the edge of his seat.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (ye-yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I pointed in Juice’s direction, watching how he was watching me.

What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (ye-yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (whoa)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do (ah)

What are you waiting for?

I finished the song as everyone erupted in applause and yells. I gave them a smile. That’s when I seen him come running to me.

Juice was out of his seat and on the stage before he knew it. He grabbed (Y/N)’s face in his hands and look led in her eyes. That adorable smile creeping in when her eyes met his.

“Is that really how you feel?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Suddenly his lips met mine. My heart exploded with the way he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Everything around us faded away. After needing air we laid out foreheads together.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

I smiled. “I love you, too, Juice.”

He gave me that heart melting smile and took me off the stage. Once back with everyone cheers went up all around.

“Treat her right, or I’ll be the one you have to worry about.” Opie said.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s going to treat her good.” Donna said kissing Opie’s cheek.

I couldn’t be happier than I was in that moment. Everything had fallen into place. I had my family, my business and a wonderful guy. Who could ask for more?

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A/N: Well, that’s it folks!!! You all have been so amazing reblogging and liking this story!! It went bigger than I though!! Any comments or thoughts on this are welcomed!

[theycallmequeenie]

A Very Happy Christmas

A/N: Sorry, this has taken me so long to write. It’s been a chaotic week or so. My mother has kept me busy working on making this a good Christmas for my nephew and I guess trying to keep our minds off this being our first Christmas without my grandmother, her mother. So yeah, finally got some time to myself that I can sit and focus on writing. Hope you enjoy this one.  

With love, Queenie.

Warning: This will contain terribly written smut that will most likely be out of character for our cherished Happy. Please proceed with caution. There will be talk of unprotected intercourse in this fic. Please always wrap it before you tap it, unless you are in a committed relationship and KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt both consenting parties are clean. This ends my PSA portion of this warning.  (Hopefully this will get me comfortable with writing smut for this character so it can be included in one of the Lexie and Happy chapters.)

Master List

Y/N had had a hard year. She ended up moving into a small California town that reminded her of ‘Mainstreet America’. It was almost all family owned and operated everything except for the police station, which was run by the county, and the local garage, that was run by the town’s motorcycle club, the Sons of Anarchy.

It was early spring when Y/N moved into her small home in the quiet town. As she was settling herself in her new hometown, she would occasionally bump into the members of the MC here and there. She would always offer each member a kind smile and she would usually receive a nod in return from each man.

It had been eight weeks since moving in that Y/N was nose deep in her grocery list and not paying attention when she literally ran into one of the leather clad men. On instinct she automatically starts apologizing before even looking up to see which one she had run into. Fortunately for Y/N, she had run into one of the friendlier men who introduced himself as Tig.

Tig did his best to calm the stammering and flustered Y/N down as she had heard enough from the other townsfolk to know what the Sons were and had been told by most to avoid their bad side. After many failed subtle attempts to calm her he finally out of desperation raised his voice to her and clapped a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Doll! Look it’s okay really. I get it, we were both in our own little world instead of paying attention to the world around us. If you are that upset and intent on making it up to me, why don’t you come out to TM tonight for a party. We always enjoy having a pretty face around…”

Y/N blushed at his invitation and tried to refuse saying she didn’t really belong there, but Tig ended up insisting and ultimately winning out. He offered her a smile and a wink before going on his way.

Later Y/N was in her home getting ready for what she expected to be an uncomfortable evening of being a wall flower at a MC party. Questioning why she even let the blue-eyed man talk her into going in the first place. She sighed to herself, shook her head as she finished dressing, and got ready to go.

Y/N went to the party at the clubhouse and surprisingly enjoyed herself she got to know some of the members and was invited back for the next party at the clubhouse to which she willingly agreed and attended.

This became Y/N’s weekly routine for several weeks, from late spring into the summer and into the early fall. In the early fall she was asked to start working in the office of the garage when the woman who had been working quit leaving the club in a bind.

This led to Y/N spending every day and most evenings including the Friday night parties, which she started spending talking to some of the members she had become friends with mainly Tig and another member called Chibs who was the President of the club, who enjoyed telling her the history of the club, or as much of it as he could tell an outsider at least.

Some more weeks pass and before everyone knows it it’s the Friday before Christmas and everyone was rushing around the garage trying to complete last minute plans and things before that night’s party. Y/N had been in the office until late in the evening, focused on the paperwork that needed to be finished not noticing the club’s festivities had already begun around her. Nor had she noticed the club Sargent at Arms slipping quietly into the office to see why she had yet to join them.

Happy Lowman was a quiet man in nature, he was more actions than words type. He knew that Y/N was alone in the world and that’s why she had moved to Charming. To get away from all those memories. Happy did his best to keep his distance from her as he didn’t want to complicate things for either of them, but the few times he had gotten close to her he could almost feel the sadness that rolled off her. And while he was told on many occasions that he was heartless; it wasn’t true and being around Y/N proved it to him and every other person who saw them interact.

Happy was concerned when he had noticed that Y/N wasn’t partying with the rest of the club and it’s hang-arounds, he was secretly relieved to see that she had let herself get engulfed in the paperwork in the Teller-Marrow office. He had feared she had snuck away to her lonely little home to avoid all the ruckus that was going on across the clubhouse.

He stood for a few moments waiting to see if Y/N would notice him on her own, he didn’t want to startle her, but she wasn’t looking up or paying attention to anything but the forms in front of her. He stood a few steps away from her desk and gently cleared his throat with a soft growl before tapping lightly on the desk.

Y/N jumped lightly at the unexpected sound but on realize who the sound came from she offered up a small, sad smile, “Oh, Hap I’m sorry I didn’t notice you come in. I guess I got too engrossed in this mess…”  Y/N gestured to pile of papers on the desk. Y/N did everything she could to ignore the little flutter in her chest, thinking it was from him startling her, not just him.

“I noticed.” He replied in his gruff tone but offered her a half smile to show her he was joking before perching himself on the edge of the desk next to her making sure to keep her undivided attention. “I noticed you weren’t at the party and got worried. I thought you skipped out on us this week.” He frowned gently as he finished his statement, the thought of her being alone in general didn’t sit right with him.

Y/N shook her head, “No haven’t skipped out yet, I wanted to get this all taken care of before I left for the night.” For some reason her voice was softer than normal, and she wasn’t sure why.

Hearing her all but admit she wasn’t planning on joining them for their party tonight upset Happy and in response he instinctively stiffened and pulled away from her form a moment getting up to stomp around the office pacing trying to form an argument that would convince her to stay with the club, with him tonight.

“So, you were planning on leaving without going to the clubhouse tonight. You tired of us already, Y/N?” he tried to hide his face from her as he spoke, he knew it had to be contorting in anger. Or at least he thought it was anger because he was definitely not hurt at the thought of her wanting to be alone instead of with the club or him. He almost rolled his eyes at himself for thinking like this

Y/N frowned and shook her head, “Hap, I’m not in the right headspace for all of that tonight.” She paused and gestured toward the clubhouse. “Those people in there want to have a good time and they want to have fun and well Tig is in that mix, so you know at least one of them wants sex.” She chuckled dryly and is joined by Happy who knows his brother all too well. “Happy, I just don’t want to bring any of them down, including you. I’m not in a people friendly mood.”

This time Happy growled louder this time, and his annoyance showed not only in his growling but on his face too. Y/N noticed his expression on his face and tensed up, which he noticed and started mentally kicking himself. The last thing he wanted was her on the defensive.

Standing Y/N rested her hands on the edge of the desk, “Look Happy, I don’t know what you want…”

Before Y/n could complete the thought Happy closed the space between them and backed Y/N against the wall of the small office, boxing her in with his strong tan arms. His horse voice harsh but quiet enough for only Y/N to hear, “You.”

Y/N looked up at Happy, eyes wide from the surprise of his confession. “Hap….”

Happy didn’t let her speak further, before she knew it his lips were on hers and his tongue was making its way into her mouth to dance with her tongue. Y/N placed her hands on his chest not to stop him, instead seeking another point of contact, Happy took an arm and placed it around her waist pulling her flush against him. He lets out a possessive growl as he kisses down her neck. And slips his hand under Y/N’s shirt wanting skin to skin contact resting his hand in the small of her back and gently started directing her toward the couch that was against the wall of the office.

Y/N started to lightly push against his chest, wanting him to pause his actions only momentarily.

Happy took a step back with an almost hurt expression flashing across his face and he watched hers for a clue as to why she would stop him.

As she caught her breath her cheeks flushed and her voice shook, “Hap, as much as I am all for this,” she paused to gesture between the both of them, “to happen… Could it maybe not happen here in the office? I’m not really an exhibitionist and I’d prefer to not have your brothers walk in on us in the act, so to speak….”

Y/N watched Happy, knowing he wasn’t a man of many words hoping he would vocalize a response and not just storm off like she had witnessed him do in the garage prior to the moment. He had no plans on storming off this time.

Happy cleared his throat, “So you’re not saying, ‘No, stop completely’ you’re saying, ‘No, not here’, correct?” Happy watched Y/N closely for any hint of hesitation when she responded. There was none when she nodded confirming his thought process. He spoke again, “And you aren’t saying ‘no not now’ right?” Again, he searched her face and again she nodded. This time he nodded and looked at her with a smirk on his face, paused for only a second, scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder. Giving her a quick playful sway across her bottom as she protested his method of moving this to another location and carried her off to his dorm in the club house.

As he walked through the door of the clubhouse everyone stopped and looked to see who Happy had over his shoulder and carrying away like a Viking with his war prize. Those partying shared hoots and hollers which only made Y/N blush and tell Happy that this was not exactly what she meant when she said she wanted a change of atmosphere for what he had in mind.

Once they reached Hap’s dorm, he put her down and kicked the door shut behind him. Backing Y/N toward the bed he shrugged off his Cut off and laid it on the dresser in the room and kicked off his boots before turning his attentions back to Y/N.

He started kissing her again, this time he started working on removing Y/n’s clothes as she worked on removing his. Her shirt was removed and then his. He unbuttoned her pants, and she unbuckled his belt. They separated long enough to each remove their jeans. They both took a step back to admire the sight of each other almost naked.  Y/N’s eyes widened at the hardening shape in Happy’s boxers and Happy smirked at Y/N’s Tiffany Blue Lace bra and panty set. Happy usually preferred his women in black but this shade of blue with Y/N’s skin tone might have just become his new favorite.

Licking his lips, he closed the space again with a smirk on his face as he started murmuring in Y/N’s ear asking her if she liked what she saw and telling her that she hasn’t seen anything yet. Before Y/n knows it, her bra has been unhooked and tossed to the side and Happy has his right hand on one of her breasts as Y/N ran a hesitant hand down Happy’s torso stopping at the waist band of his boxers.

Happy chuckled at her hesitation as he traced a finger across the waistband of her panties just lightly enough for his touch to tickle as he leaned into her ear to whisper to her, “It’s not gonna bite you, Little Girl.” He slipped his finger past the thin band of elastic that held her panties in place and into her slick fold to finding his target with ease rubbing her excited nub teasingly.

As Happy teased, Y/N went from feeling his torso to holding onto his arm for support to stay upright. Letting out a little gasp she felt her knees finally give out and buckle. Before she could drop Happy’s lightening quick reflexes had her on the bed safely and resumed teasing her, rubbing her nub, and working her into a frenzy. He watched her reach the edge and started murmuring to her again encouraging her to allow herself to fall over the edge into oblivion.

He upped his tactics and sent her over into bliss. He watched her through half hooded eyes as she came down from her orgasm, grinning to himself he removed her panties and then his boxers.

Y/N repositioned herself and looked up at him as he stood stark naked before her and opened her mouth preparing to take his length into her mouth, to take care of him but he stopped her. Telling her that there would be plenty of time for that later. He needed to feel her wrapped around him. As he stroked himself a few times as she lay back spreading her legs readying herself for what she knew was going to be the best sex of her life.

As he climbed on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, stretching his long slender frame over her body so that he was face to face with her. Lining himself up at her wet core he asks if she’s ready for him waiting till he sees her nod, he leans down and gives her a deep kiss as he starts to thrust into her.

He was fully seated inside her in a few thrusts. She felt better than he had imagined, letting out a low growl and pausing to steady himself as well as giving Y/N time to adjust to his size. Y/N places her hands along Happy’s ribs and wiggles her hips to entice him to start moving again to which he obliges and starts off slow, increasing his pace evenly, kissing and watching Y/N’s face for cues when to speed up or change the angle. As he feels her close to that edge again, he starts talking to her telling her how gorgeous she looks coming undone underneath him and how good she feels around him.

After she peaks again and as she’s coming down from her high, he withdraws from her and flips her over onto her stomach, telling her to raise her hips. Once she was ready, he reentered her thrusting this time to reach his high. He starts off with a bruising grip on Y/N’s hips and a rough pace. As he chases his high, he moves a hand to her hair as she closes in on her next peak, she begs him to get rougher with her. He obliges out of instinct as he feels his own finish drawing near. As he feels himself drawing near his high, he mutters the curtesy ‘I’m close’ and receives encouragement from Y/N that mirrored what he gave her.

Happy roared to a finish deep inside of Y/N as she crested her own peak for the third time. Happy pulled out of Y/N spent and laid beside her on the bed, placing an arm over her when she tried to get up and leave. All he muttered was a gravely, “Stay…”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Happy with a look of surprise, “But I thought….” Y/N stopped short with her words after seeing Happy’s face. His expression surprised her as it was outside of his normal gruff expressionless exterior. She could have almost mistaken it for adoration.

Happy shook his head and reached for Y/N’s hand, taking it in his, “Not with you, you I want to stay.” Letting go of her hand he took hold of the flat sheet that was on the bed and held it up silently inviting Y/N to climb in under it with him. “Please…”

Y/N sighed and nodded quickly before sliding in beside him. Happy laid the sheet over her, pulled her close and draped an arm over her abdomen. Holding her tight to him she spoke tenderly, “Hap, you planning on this being a serious thing? You wanting to keep me or something?”

Happy smiled at her and snuggled up a little closer to her, “If you’ll let me, Little Girl. I’d like this to be a serious kinda thing…” He paused waiting to see if Y/N made any attempts to stop him or turn him down, but she didn’t, so he continued, “Merry Christmas, Little Girl.”

The End

A/N part 2: I just want to apologize for how terribly that smut session was written I am not yet a proficient smut author and am still very awkward with the whole organizing of the smut scene. This is something I am still sorta new at and as much smut as I have read over the years you would think I’d have pick up a thing or two from those novels and fics. But if you’ve made it this far, I want to say Thank you for tolerating the terrible attempt you just read. I know if I write it more, I will improve and I am hoping to write more in the future. Much love, Queenie!

@darqchilddaydreamz​  @lady-telford​

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 4 (Juice x OC Fic)

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FIC CONTENT WARNINGS CAN BE FOUND AT THE TOP OF THE FIC MASTERLIST

A/N: Hey there! Chapter 4 is finally live. As always, 18+ only, minors DNI. I hope you enjoy! I'm also thinking about opening up requests for imagines/one shots if anyone was interested? Let me know :)

Word Count: 3549 words

Ronnie sat on her couch, half watching old reruns of Kitchen Nightmares half zoning out thinking about the shit show that was her family. She was trying her hardest to repair the rift she knew she had caused between her and her brother but it felt like he and Donna wanted to do anything they could to prevent that from happening. It wasn't like she had no reason to leave like she did. Suddenly her phone rang from where she had it sat on the coffee table, pulling her from her thoughts. She pressed answer and held it to her ear. "Hello?" "Ronnie, hey! Wait this is Ronnie right?" Juice's voice travelled through the receiver. Ronnie laughed, pulling the phone to her other ear. "Hey Juicy," she smirked. "Finally making good on your promise, huh?" "Hey now," he complained. "It's only been a couple of days since I seen you. You miss me that bad huh?" she see feel his grin through the phone. "So what's up?" Ronnie asked. "I wanted to see if you were free this afternoon? Thought maybe we could hang out?"

Ronnie nodded before replying. "Yeah, I'm free. What did you wanna do?" There was a couple of seconds of silence from Juice's end. "Juice?" she asked, wondering if her had hung up or lost connection. "Yeah, shit sorry I'm here," he said. Ronnie laughed softly. "I, uh, kind of didn’t think further ahead than calling you, honestly," Juice admitted. Ronnie laughed harder, smiling at Juice's confession. "Ok, well do you just want to hang out at my place?" Ronnie asked, beginning to chew one of her nails as her heart rate picked up. She glanced around her living room quickly, making a note of things she needed to hastily tidy if he said yes. "Yeah, ok, sounds good," he replied, and her pulse doubled again. Standing and placing the phone between her ear and her should she began tidying up, pulling off her sweat pants as she made her way to her bedroom to change. "Ok, I'll text you the address."

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Juice pulled his bike up in front of the address Ronnie had sent him. It was a quaint little house in a part of Charming he didn’t even know existed. He strolled up the footpath and knocked on her door. He heard footsteps and suddenly the door in front of him was yanked open. Ronnie greeted him with a breath taking smile, sending the butterflies already in his stomach into a complete frenzy. "Hey you," she said, her words sending his blood roaring. He almost liked it more than hearing her call him by his name. "Hey you," he replied, bending to take his boots off. "Oh don't bother," Ronnie huffed, waving him off. Juice shrugged and walked through the open door, stopping to take in the living room he had walked into. There was a two seater sofa, a bookshelf that was almost overflowing, the shelves bowing under the weight of all the books she had. A small tv was sat on a unit against the wall opposite the sofa and a little coffee table was in the middle of the room.

"Sit down, if you want," Ronnie motioned towards the couch. "Can I get you anything? Water or a beer?" Juice took a seat and nodded. "I'll take a beer thanks." It was only 3 o'clock, hours before he and Tig had to break into Unser's and steal the truck for the run to Nevada. One beer wouldn’t hurt. And judging by the way his nerves were tingling he could use a little liquid courage. Ronnie left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen, and Juice used the few moments to try to calm himself. How did this girl get him so wound up? He didn’t feel like this when interacting with sweetbutts. Taking deep breaths, he looked around the room once again. His eyes fell on a nearly empty bottle of tequila perched under the coffee table. He picked it up, studying it. Ronnie came back nursing two beers. She gave him his, and huffed a laugh, taking the tequila from him. "Sorry about that," she left the room before returning again, sans tequila. "It's my dads. Leave's that shit around here all the time."

Juice nodded, clinking his beer with hers as she sat down. He took her in. She was wearing a grey tshirt and matching cotton shorts. He had never seen her wearing anything but long pants and was surprised to find her ink didn’t stop at her arm. She had tattoos on the tops of her thick thighs, over her left knee and down onto her shin, looking like it wrapped around to her calf too. They looked like an assortment of old school traditional designs, including skulls, a bird and even a witches cauldron. He met her stare and smiled. She just kept getting sexier and sexier. "Can't say I've seen a lot of chicks with as much ink as you," he motioned towards her leg. She smiled and shrugged. "I grew up around people with a lot of ink. Always loved how it looked. Got my first the day I turned 18, much to my fathers dismay," she chucked at the memory. "And kind of haven't stopped getting them since," Ronnie smiled, taking a sip of beer.

"What about you?" she asked, pointing her bottle towards his head. Juice absentmindedly ran a hand over his mohawk. "Yeah uh… kinda just got these because they look cool," he shrugged, laughing awkwardly. He didn’t like telling that story because so many people had the mind set that tattoos should mean something. Ronnie just smiled. "That's why I get mine," she said. Juice felt his awkwardness melt away. "So, is Juice your government name?" Ronnie asked, nearly making Juice spit out his drink. He coughed and began to laugh, while Ronnie just grinned at him. "Nah,' he said, clearing his throat still. "My mom called me Juan Carlos." Ronnie nodded. "Cool. Juan Carlos," she bumped her knee against his. He felt himself starting to lean closer to her, elated when he noticed she moved an inch too. Breaking their stare, she looked down at her beer and Juice began to miss the way she looked into his eyes.

"So you mentioned your dad. He live around here?" Juice asked. Ronnie sighed, shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. Maybe the truth was going to come out sooner, rather than later. "Yeah. My dad and my brother," she disclosed. Juice's eyebrows rose in surprise. "My mom doesn't live here. Her and my dad split up years ago," Ronnie wasn't sure why she was sharing that bit of information. She just felt at ease with Juice. She was worried this hang out was going to be awkward but, she was comfortable. There was no pressure. They were just… talking. She was anxious now, that telling Juice about Piney and Opie would push him away. And she didn't want him to go away. Not yet, anyways. "You grew up in Charming?" Juice asked, placing his empty bottle on the coffee table. Ronnie nodded, placing hers down too. Juice pulled a leg up onto the couch, leaning his arm against the back of it and turning towards Ronnie completely.

Ronnie mirrored him, and felt herself getting drawn towards him again. She nodded. "Yeah I did. I take it you didn't?" she asked. "I'm sure we would of met before if that was the case. Small town and all." Juice shook his head. "Nah, I'm from New York. Came to Charming a couple years ago. Prospected for the club. The rest is history," Juice explained. "Do you ever go back to New York?" Ronnie asked. "Nope," Juice's fingers tapped against his knee, slowly inching towards hers. "Nothing left there for me," he said on a shrug. He placed his warm, rough hand against her knee and she flushed when her skin immediately erupted with goosebumps. "Is this ok?" he asked, brushing his thumb back and forth. Ronnie only nodded, exhaling shakily as she felt herself moving towards him again, closer still. Any anxiety about her family ebbed away, Juice's eyes flickered between her lips and her eyes.

"Something about you, Ronnie," Juice admitted, nearly whispering as he raised his hand to her face. He grasped her cheek lightly, his fingers slipping around her ear and into her hair. His brain was begging him to shut up, but his traitorous dick was forcing him to speak. "Hardly know you, and I can't get enough." His pulse thundered as her eyes fluttered close. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth, his pants beginning to feel tight at the soft sigh she let out. "Is this ok, too?" he asked. Ronnie opened her eyes, and Juice gulped at the lust he saw there. Suddenly, she grabbed the front of his cut and pulled his mouth to hers. Juice groaned as they kissed, grasping her hair a little tighter, his other hand moving to grip her thigh. She moaned and Juice slipped his tongue into her mouth, grabbing her waist and pulling her to straddle him on the couch. Her kiss was luxurious and addictive, the beer on her tongue mixed with her own taste driving him crazy. He roamed her hands from his cut up his neck, resting on his cheeks before she ran a hand over his head, tracing his mohawk. She continued to lick into his mouth and he welcomed it, meeting her stroke for stroke. He gripped her lush hips, starting to bunch the bottom of her shirt up when Ronnie suddenly pulled away, the sound of an approaching motorcycle sending her into a panic.

"Shit sorry, was that too much?" he asked, as she pulled herself off of his lap. Ronnie was shaking her head and standing up. It seemed he hadn’t heard the bike pull up out the front. "Listen, Juice, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Ronnie panted, straightening her hair and her shirt.  "What?" he asked, walking over to grasp her hips and pull her towards him again. "We're just having fun aren't we, baby? Can't be that serious," he kissed along the column of her throat and she shivered against him. "I'm serious," she tried to push him off her, but him calling her baby had nearly sent her to the floor. How had it become so intense so quickly? Finally she managed to get him off her and she grasped his face in her hands. He smiled, his lips glistening. She groaned, and forced him back. "I'm really sorry about what's about to happen," she said, and suddenly Juice pulled away completely, an eyebrow arching in confusion. A knock came at the door.

"Ronnie? You in there?" Piney's voice came through the door. Juice's stomach bottomed out. "Piney?" he mouthed at her. "I'm so sorry," she mouthed back before she turned to the door and opened it. "Hey, dad," she said to the old man. Juice's blood ran cold, his heart seeming to stop completely. Dad? Piney looked down at his daughter with a smile before his eyes found Juice. "Saw a bike out the front," Piney jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. "I see you've met my daughter." Juice felt like a naughty child who had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. His stomach soured as embarrassment trickled over him. He respected Piney immensely and Opie too, and now he felt like he had shit where he ate. He cleared his throat and tried to plaster on a calm smile, hoping that Piney wasn't making assumptions about what he and his daughter had been doing only minutes before. "I was just heading out actually," he straightened his cut and started out the door. "I'll see you later Ronnie," he said half-heartedly. "Wait, Juice," she followed him, grabbing his wrist. "Juice, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you I swear," she held him with a pleading stare. He just shook his head and stepped out of her grasp. "It's ok Ronnie, I'll call you later." Her brow furrowed, almost with sadness, but Juice just turned around, got on his bike, and rode away.

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The next day, Ronnie stood in the elevator at St Thomas on her way up to the nurses office again. Another issue with paperwork. Her mind was still reeling after what had happened with Juice the day before. Piney was hardly phased by the situation. "He's an idiot, but you could do worse. Just don’t make shit messy for me and your brother," was all he had said to Ronnie before they had both happily changed the subject. She had tried to call Juice later that night, shaken by how the situation had seemed to upset him. But he hadn’t answered. She felt sad. She wasn't sure why. This thing with Juice was so new, but she was dejected that it could potentially be over already. Passing off the paperwork to the head nurse on duty she decided to take a walk around to the NICU. She had been passing through every so often when she got a chance to look in on Abel, sometimes running into Gemma there. She approached the room he was being kept in and saw Tara standing outside.

She hadn’t seen Tara since their last run in and was beginning to consider turning around and heading back the way she came, but it was too late. Tara heard her footsteps and turned her way. Ronnie gave an awkward smile and stepped closer. "Ronnie, hey," Tara breathed, looking at her shoes. "Hey Tara," Ronnie looked inside the window and saw Jax looking over his son, Gemma on the recliner behind him. He smiled at her. "Look Ronnie, I just wanted to apologise," Tara said, making Ronnie turn to her in surprise. "Oh… um, look you don’t have to," she said uncomfortably. She hadn’t expected this. Tara could be as stubborn and cold as her and Gemma at times, a reminder of just how close to their world she had been once upon a time. "I shouldn’t have said what I said to you. Gemma and I haven't had the smoothest relationship since I've been back and I guess seeing how close you are to her had me feeling a little… defensive," Tara admitted on a shrug. Ronnie shook her head. "Don't worry about it. But just so you know, whatever is happening between you and Gemma," she jerked her head towards the window. "I ain't touching that shit with a ten foot pole. That's your business. And she's aware of that too."

Tara only smiled and nodded before she opened the manila envelope in her hands, pulling something out. Ronnie could see from the other side that it looked like a photo of something, but she couldn’t tell what. Tara's face dropped. "What is it?" Ronnie asked. Tara jumped like she had forgotten Ronnie was there. Tara looked over at Jax, her face almost stricken. He just looked up and smiled at her. "Tara? Are you ok?" Ronnie asked again. Tara pulled a tight smile and nodded. "Yeah uh, just. Just work stuff. I'll see you later." She suddenly turned and walked away, leaving Ronnie with her head cocked in confusion. Shaking her head, she walked to the door and knocked lightly. Poking her head in she asked "can I come in?" Jax nodded and pulled her into a brief hug when she entered the room. "Hey darlin'," he said, looking back down at his son. "He is divine, Jackson," she said as she watched the tiny baby sleep. He bumped his shoulder with hers. "Yeah, takes after his old man," he laughed. "Heard you and Ope got some shit to sort out," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off the incubator.

Ronnie sighed. "Yep. Stubborn asshole. One of the worse Winston traits," she muttered. "There are good ones?" Jax teased, laughing when Ronnie backhanded his chest lightly. "Can you say something to him? Or give him a Valium or something?" she pleaded, landing him with her puppy dog eyes that she would use on him and Opie when she was little. He laughed and shook his head. "Nah I ain't going anywhere near that. He'll come around. Still getting used to being out, ya know." Ronnie nodded. "Alright, I gotta head out," Jax wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed lightly before going to Gemma and kissing her cheek. He left the room and Ronnie walked over to Gemma, leaning against the side of the chair. "He should have ended up with you. Would have saved him a lot of shit," Gemma murmured, placing her hand in Ronnie's. "Both of your fathers would agree with me." Ronnie screwed her face up in disgust. "Gemma, Jax is like my brother. No way would that have ever happened," she pointed out.

"Yeah well… a mother can dream," Gemma mused. Ronnie didn’t reply, just watched tiny Abel breathing slowly. "You ok, sweetheart?" Gemma asked, squeezing her hand gently. Ronnie sighed and closed her eyes. "I think I have a crush, Gemma," she admitted. Gemma hummed in contemplation. "What's wrong with that baby?" she asked. "I think I've fucked it up already. My last name scared him away," Ronnie said. "Well, if he's the real deal he won’t give a shit that you're a Winston. If he's a little bitch who can’t handle who you are well then," she scoffed. "You don't want him, do ya?" Ronnie smiled sadly. "I gotta get back to work. See you later, Gem," she bent and kissed the older womans cheek. Gemma patted her arm. "Come around for dinner sometime, baby. Don’t be a stranger."

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Ronnie walked out of the entrance doors of St Thomas stifling a yawn. She pulled her phone out of her bag, hoping there would be a text or missed call from Juice. Her heart sank when there wasn't. She put her phone back in her bag, and began walking down the stairs, her steps faltering when she spotted a familiar bronze chevvy parked right next to her SUV. Doing a double take, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted him in the front seat. His windows were down and he was staring straight at her. He waved mockingly, chewing his gum. Tearing her eyes from him she made a beeline for her car, pretending he didn’t exist and that she definitely hadn’t seen him. "Ronnieeeeee," he sang tauntingly from the drivers side. She continued to ignore him. "You're lookin' real good, Ronnie," he hummed, laughing softly. Her skin began to crawl as she finally pulled her door open and got in the car. Her heart was pounding as she pulled out of the parking lot, frantically checking her mirror as she saw him pull out and begin to follow her.

She had turned to take the drive to her house but now pulled a sharp right turn, heading towards the TM garage. He continued to follow her and then about two blocks from the clubhouse he pulled off, waving at her out his window as he did so. Ronnie didn’t change course. Who knew if he would pop up again and follow her home. She was too scared to be alone now anyway. Pulling into the parking lot in a frenzy she stopped the car and threw open the door, immediately sprinting into the clubhouse. There seemed to be a small gathering happening, a number of members were milling around the tables with beers and spirits in their hands, sweetbutts and hang arounds socialising among them. Opie spotted his sister and stood up, grabbing her as she ran into the room. "Ronnie? What's wrong?" Ronnie's lungs burned as she began to shake, panic completely setting in. "Sit down, Ronnie, come here," Opie led his sister over to a vacant chair. Ronnie's breathing began to shallow out, her head spinning. Opie crouched in front of his little sister, running his hands up and down her arms, trying to get her to focus on him.

Piney stood and moved to stand behind his daughter, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Breathe, Veronica," Opie said, following her breaths as she began to calm herself a little. "Everyone out," she heard a voice, who she recognised as Tig, call out. The sweetbutts and hang arounds moved to the exit, griping about their party being cut short. The club members stayed back, watching the scene unfold in front of them. Ronnie slowed her breathing, but suddenly the tears came. She turned her face into her shoulder, embarrassed to be crying in front of the club. "What happened?" Opie ground out, his face furious. Ronnie shook her head, wiping quickly at her eyes. "Don’t want you to do anything stupid, Ope," she trembled. "You just got out. You do something dumb, and you'll be back inside again. Don’t do that to Donna and the kids," she agonized. Opie clenched his jaw, stopping just short of shaking his sister. "Tell. Me. What. Happened," he demanded. Ronnie sighed and hung her head. "It's Mark," she said, nearly in a whisper. "He knows I'm back."

[heronpoxed]

What are your fanfics recommendations for SOA? (if you have any)

Hmm I’m not much of a fanfic reader BUT a friend of mine recommended me an SOA fic a few years ago, which I reluctantly read but ended up loving. It’s about Tara and Jax (and Opie and Donna) in high school. I don’t remember the details but I do remember thinking what a great job the author did with writing about their past based on the very limited info that the show gave us.

Everyone’s in character and even SAMCRO play a prominent part in it even though it’s primarily a Jax and Tara story. It has a great mix of humor, nostalgia, emotion, and even a bit of heartbreak and it’s so true to the SOA lore that there’s no reason for the fans/readers to think that that’s not what happened 11 years prior.

Anyway, I highly recommend checking it out. It’s called ‘Beginnings’ and you can read it here <3

[aliferousdreamer]

here's my jax x tara playlist

thanks to anyone who listens!! ♡♡♡

[jeandejard3n]

Sons of Anarchy Ambient Music

[queenmaddsauthor]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Juice Ortiz/Original Female Character(s), Donna Winston/Opie Winston, Tara Knowles/Jax Teller Characters: Juice Ortiz, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Jax Teller, Tig Trager, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Half-Sack Epps, Tara Knowles, Donna Winston, Happy Lowman, Juice Ortiz's Mother, Gemma Teller Morrow, Piney Winston, Bobby Munson, SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy), Crow Eater(s) Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Long-Distance Relationship, Love, Not Tara Knowles Friendly, Motorcycles, Bikers, Happy, Childhood Sweethearts, Alternate Timelines, Childhood Friends, Canon-typical language, Tattoos, Donna Winston doesn't hate the club, Gemma Teller Morrow loves her family, Tara Knowles hates the club, Sons of Anarchy is Its Own Warning, Teller Morrow Automotive, not canon backstory, Texting, Swearing, Canon-Typical Behavior, Family, Banter, Dirty Jokes, Canada, Able Teller (Mentioned), Pre-Canon, Pre-Season/Series 01, Humor, Everybody Lives, except Clay, Explicit Language, Tara Knowles Bashing, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Juice Ortiz deserved better, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, tattoo parlor, tattoo artist - Freeform, Tattoo Artist Happy Lowman, Work In Progress, Nicknames, Renovations, Good Gemma Teller-Morrow, Badass, Badass Women, Wedding Planning, Taste of Charming, Child Free Couple Series: Part 1 of Juice Has a Girlfriend Universe Summary:

As much as Juice understands why Madison can't move to Charming for another year, he misses her desperately and is no small amount jealous of his brothers and their old ladies. Shaking his head the young biker walks over to the picnic bench outside where a group of his brothers are chilling.

"Juice, you ever gonna get with a croweater? Brother at this point I'm worried Little Juice doesn't work!" Jax exclaims laughing.

"Fuck off man!"

[myckicade]

This might be my next unpopular opinion, but I'm actually relieved to read that Season Three would be the final season of OFMD. It means that the story will be told, and not left to linger. I respect the hell out of that. Too many shows go on, and on, and on... Sure, we'd love to think that our favorites will keep going. But I would rather a good series be wrapped-up properly, than to carry on needlessly.

Now, to focus on getting this sucker to Season Three. Cheers! <3 !

P.S. Yes, I'm completely serious. There is nothing worse in fandom than watching yours jump the damned shark.

[dallianceangel]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

[ravennaortiz]

Ravennas Randoms Jax #1

"So what is it that Prince Charming cant do that he was desperate enough to call the Widow Maker?" you asked curiously as you stepped into the office of TM.

Jax grinned as he shut the door and blinds. "Maybe I just wanted to see your pretty face? You know I'm a man of exquisite taste" replied Jax as he sat down in the chair.

You rolled your eyes as you leaned against the door. "I'm still out of your league Teller" you replied with a grin. Jax laughed as he shrugged, couldn't blame a guy for trying.

"I need you to kill Clay for me" stated Jax as he cut to the chase. You raised your brow before replying. "You have Happy" you stated. "True, but I need this done without a trace of SAMCRO. Besides men trust a pretty face" explained Jax.

[ineedthesons]

[theycallmequeenie]

Lexie and Happy

Master List

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12, P13

Part 14:

A/N: Hey all Queenie here. I know it’s been a while, life hasn’t exactly been gentle with me this past year. I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. Believe me when I say I feel like and utter failure and that I’m letting every last one of you down by not writing and putting out content or you all. Know that I love all of you and appreciate all the likes and reblogs I get, I promise I do a little happy dance every time I get a notification.  Just giving some context, we are just assuming Lexie’s Tv is a Roku enabled device.

Lexie shook her head at her uncle, not wanting to rehash the argument she just had because she knew he would most likely side with Happy in the matter. She asked Tig to just send Happy home, she simply wanted some time to herself and to let the crew at the garage know that she’d be back in the next day if for nothing else to keep up with the and a change in surroundings. Tig had tried to say that it could all wait but was cut off by Lex telling him the same thing she had told Happy. She needed to keep pushing so she could remain herself. Unlike Happy though Tig seemed to understand what Lexie was telling him. She needed her routine back to stay sane. Something Tig could understand that Hap seemingly couldn’t.

He knew she wouldn’t relent in getting back into the swing of things, so to speak. Lex wanted to stay busy to avoid concentrating on the trauma. He had to give it to her she was doing her best to work through it all, and with luck, not run from it this time. He had tried so hard to get his niece back to her home. She finally relents and returns only for this to happen to her. He hated himself for letting this all happen and wanted with every fiber of his being to undo all the bad form the last three days. Even though he knew there was no way to do that it hadn’t stopped him from wishing he could.

With a sigh he shook his head and told her that he would drive her to the garage in the morning for a few hours only and kissed her forehead before leaving her room to talk to Hap.

Tig grabbed Happy by the shoulder and walked him to the kitchen so that Lexie wouldn’t hear them arguing. Happy was already protesting being escorted away from her. He wasn’t going to go back into her room not after they had fought but he wanted to stay close to her for safety and comforts sake. His more so than hers. Tig informed him of Lex’s decision and told him that despite agreeing with him, Lex was going to be taken into the garage office for a few hours the next day. When Happy tried to voice his argument Tig stopped him with a simple, “if we stop her from going about her routine, we will lose her.” And neither of them wanted that.

Happy stopped arguing at that statement and frowned at his brother, “So what exactly is it that I do now?” His frown grew deeper with Tig’s response.

“Go home and let her process this how she needs to process. There isn’t anything else we can to Brother. I know you want to stay within arm’s reach of her but right now I think space would be for the best for the both of you.”

Happy tried to protest this but knew that Tig was right. Space would be good for all parties involved and he knew Lex would be kept safe by Tig and Vee. The threat had been handled and as far as everyone knew, there were no others to be concerned about. Something in him was screaming at him to go try to make up to Lex but he knew all it would do was upset her more and she had dealt with enough in the last day or so. He nodded and reluctantly left without saying another word to Lex or Tig.

Tig let out a sigh and returned to Lexie’s room to let her know that Happy had left, being met with only a nod from her, he decided to sit on the edge of her bed as gently as he could. Picking up the remote to the television he gave her a soft smile, “So, Kiddo, what are we going to watch?”

Lex shrugged at her uncle trying to ignore her feelings about Happy leaving without Ellington her goodbye. Somehow Tig knew and picked one of er favorite comfort movies and pressed play. As the opening credits to The Princess Bride started playing Lexie seemingly relaxed slightly, shifting herself closer to her uncle and settling in to watch the movie with him.

They sat there watching the movie with Tig occasionally quoting the more memorable lines from it. At the ‘Anybody want a peanut’ one Lex let out a little giggle. She always did laugh at that line. Hearing her giggle made Tig smile, it reassured him that his girl was still in there somewhere. Even if she was battered and bruised.

Happy returned to his home and sent the prospect, that he had sent there to watch Ope while he was with Lex, home. He made sure to walk and play with his white pit bull before sitting down at hi desk with a pen and paper. He had been playing around with the idea of Lexie getting his crow tattooed on her but after everything she just went through, he decided that could wait for the time being. If his ole lady wanted to push through this trauma and try to expedite her healing process, then he was going to help her. As he stared at the blank piece of paper, he started sketching out a rough draft of a Medusa Head. Knowing Lexie like he did he knew exactly what she would ask for and he decided to deliver it and then some. He spent his night working on making that draft perfect and only once he was satisfied with how it looked did, he put the supplies away and turning in to grab a few hours of sleep. He decided that once Lexie’s physical injuries had healed, he would be the one to tattoo that on her along with his crow if she could handle sitting for those pieces for that long. She had some trouble toughing out sitting for the one bigger piece she had asked him for around her nineteenth birthday, which was a feminized version of a Grim Reaper with ‘Don’t fear’ above it on her left thigh. He was the one that also tattooed her little smiley face, that mirrored all of his smiley faces, over her heart saying that happy face would mean more to her than a crow from him. He also knew that she would eventually ask for memorial pieces for Jax and Opie. But design those were going to wait until he was asked. As he laid down in his bed wishing that she was there with him, he let out a low grumble wishing he had just stayed with her the other night instead of talking with Tig and Vee.

Happy wasn’t the only one with regrets about that night, Tig was silently beating himself up over what had happened to Lex. For almost all of her life He was the one that had always protected her and the knowledge that she was taken let alone the rest of what she was put through on his watch was eating him alive. He spent the day with Lex in her room watching all her old comfort movies from her younger years, most of which he hadn’t seen since before she had left town.

He had noticed that she had drifted off to sleep at some point during the second Ghostbusters movie which made him sigh as he tried to get up without disturbing her. Picking up her phone he made sure she had an alarm set for in the morning and left the room to get ready for bed himself.

Vee had met him in the hallway asking if things were alright between everyone. Tig explained what happened between Lexie and Hap and Vee understood all too well the need to push past trauma and return to the routine of daily life and left her love know that this was the right thing for Lex in her opinion and started helping Tig ready himself for what little sleep he would allow himself to get…

To Be Continued…

A/N Part 2: Thank you so much for reading this fic. I apologize for the endless run-on filler and sentences (Yay neurodivergence and dyslexia…. NOT) With Luck and cooperation from the chaos gremlins in my life Part 15 will be written and posted before the month is out. As I have previously posted I’m trying to keep an order to how my fics are done and posted and this one is number 1 on the list. I love you all and are incredibly grateful for those of you who have stuck around and those who have only just found my flaky self. I know I go off grid for months at a time but I’m trying hard to fix the headspace issues that cause this. You guys (meant in the gender-neutral manner) truly do mean the world to this crazy chaotic little gremlin behind these keys. As always, Much Love, Queenie.

Part 15

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 3 (Juice Ortiz x OC Fic)

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A/N: First and foremost this is 18+ minors DNI. Getting out chapter 3 as quickly as I can! This is a bit of a filler chapter and I apologise at how little Juice x Ronnie scenes I've been writing. This is for sure a slow burn and I want to really establish Ronnie as a character and her history with this world. I've got plans on how I'm going to get her and Juice closer and interacting more but it's taking longer than I anticipated so sorry for that but I promise (and hope) that it will be worth it. Enjoy!

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Ronnie smiled as she watched her niece and nephew take off towards the carnival rides. She had the day off and had called Donna, asking if she wanted to take the kids out to Fun Town. Donna had been unconvinced at first but Ronnie had talked her into it. Their family had been going through some tough times - the kids could use some fun. Donna needed to get out of the house too. The kids spotted the Cha Cha ride, waving their mom and aunt over. "Mom! Mom can we pleeeeaaaaassseee go on this one?" Kenny asked, clasping his hands under his chin. Donna ran her hand over her sons hair. "We can only do one ride and a snack so, you guys better choose carefully," she replied. The kids looked at each other, weighing up their moms words.

"Here," Ronnie dug into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a $20 note. She handed it to Ellie. "Go nuts." The kids smiled at each other and took off towards the token booth. Donna shook her head, crossing her arms. "What?" Ronnie asked. "You can't win them over with money," Donna sniffed. Ronnie huffed, shrugging in frustration. "I just want the kids to have a fun day. I don't mind helping out with that." Donna looked her up and down. "Really Donna?" she probed. "I'm not like that. It's $20, I'm not buying them a car." Donna sighed. "Seriously," Ronnie continued. "I don't care about helping out, especially for the kids." Donna narrowed her eyes. "Did Opie say something to you?"

Ronnie shook her head, pushing her hands into her back pockets. "Not exactly," she shrugged. "Piney.." Donna said exasperatedly. "He's just worried about you guys," Ronnie explained. "We don't need hand outs," Donna snapped. Ronnie raised an eyebrow, frowning. "Jesus Christ Donna, it was $20! For the kids to have fun! I can't do this right now." She walked away from her sister-in-law before she said or did something she would regret. Walking towards sideshow alley, eyeing out the games that were set up, she stopped when she spotted a familiar mohawk and tattooed head. Strolling up next to Juice where he stood at the shooting gallery she lightly bumped her hip against his. "Hey Juice," she smiled at him.

Juice grinned as Ronnie looked up at him. "Hey Ronnie," he smirked. He ran his eyes over her, appreciating her tight jeans hugging her ample hips. The black tank top she wore clung to her generous chest and showed off the ink on her arm. It was almost like a patchwork of different designs starting from her shoulder and finishing with an old school rose on the back of her hand. He had seen plenty of chicks with ink around the clubhouse but hers was different. And to think that she worked in a hospital. She just continued to pique his interest. "If you're finished cataloguing me," she interrupted his thoughts. "I didn't give you my number for no reason ya know," she crossed her arms under her boobs, making them push up towards him almost invitingly.

"Yeah I know," he scratched the back of his head, working overtime in an effort to not look down. "Been a little busy with the club. Sorry." Ronnie shrugged. "All good. I know what it's like." Juice cocked his head. "Oh yeah?" he asked. She just smiled and shrugged again. He turned to face her fully and, boldly, pushed the piece of hair framing her face behind her ear. He grinned as he watched her swallow, her face beginning to blush. "Don’t worry cutie, I'll be using it," he imparted. She rolled her eyes and pushed him back gently. "Cutie, huh?" she teased. He stood his ground. "What? Would you rather beautiful? Gorgeous? I can work with any of those," he retorted.

"Alright then, smooth," she laughed. "Why don’t you come by the clubhouse sometime? Next time we have a party. We can hangout," he asked. Ronnie nodded slowly, her mind working a mile a minute. She was still reeling from his flirting and now was trying to workout how to navigate his request. He had to know at some point that Opie was her brother and Piney was her father. She was afraid that it would make him run but… if this was just some fun, then maybe he wouldn't be phased. "Yeah for sure, that would be fun. But there's something you should know," she said. He smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Yeah? Like what?" "My.. My bro-" she was cut off when his phone began to ring. "Shit, sorry, one sec." He answered the phone and paced away before she could hear anything. Ending the call he walked back to her, placing a hand on her arm, sending goosebumps over her skin despite the humid weather. "I'm real sorry I gotta go, club stuff. I'll call you!" he began to walk away. "Yeah ok, cool." He turned around, walking backwards as he watched her. "See ya soon… beautiful." He winked and turned around, taking off in a jog. "Yep," Ronnie whispered to herself, her heart thundering. "See ya soon."

"What was that?" Donna asked from behind Ronnie, making her jump. "Jesus Christ," she muttered. "What was what?" Ronnie asked. "Getting in real close with the club, huh?" Donna motioned towards the direction that Juice had left. Ronnie rolled her eyes. "I'm already kind of as close to the club as I could be, don’t ya think?" she noted. Donna didn’t say anything.. "You really gonna give me shit for this?" Ronnie asked. "Didn't you leave Charming because of some dangerous guy?" Donna asked, almost scoffing. Ronnie laughed in irritation. "What the hell is your problem, Donna?" she murmured, stepping closer to her sister-in-law, her blood beginning to boil. "I don't know what Opie has said to make you dislike me so much but I'm trying here ok. You don't know shit about why I left Charming. And you sure as hell can't talk about getting "in close" with the club when you married into it yourself," she stepped into Donna's space, keeping her voice low but ensuring Donna knew just how much she had pissed her off.

"You gonna snitch on me Donna?" she asked, seething. "Gonna run back to Ope and try to get me in some sort of trouble because I was talking to somebody?" Donna swallowed, trying to keep her composure. Ronnie knew she could be intimidating. She had learned from the best. Afterall, Piney and Gemma had been the ones to raise her. She didn’t like to be like that, but Donna had been on her ass since she had arrived in Charming and she had had enough. "I'm trying to make a life for myself here. Connect with family. Make friends. So if you breath a word of this to my brother or my father, you'll find out just how close to the club I can be."

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The next day, Juice sat at the corner table in the clubhouse, drumming his fingers against the base of his laptop. He was supposed to be searching the San Joaquin database for Clay in search of any Aryan sex offenders, but all he could think about was Ronnie. The more interactions he had with her, the more he wanted her. She was beautiful yes, and didn't shy away from his flirting, but he wanted more. Wanted to know what she felt like pressed up against him, how her lush, soft skin would feel as his hands explored, how her full lips would feel slanted over his. And what surprised him the most was that he wanted to actually talk to her. Wanted to know more about her, what made her laugh, what made her cry. What made her, her. He hadn’t felt like that about a girl in… well forever. Since he had joined the club, club shit had always come first, and women were an afterthought. A warm, wet place for him to slip into at the end of the night. Feelings got in the way. And back in high school in Queens well, girls hardly looked at him let alone gave him the time of day.

But despite how drawn he was to Ronnie, he could tell she was hiding something. He had seen how close she was to Gemma. They had embraced like family. And sure he could write that off as just a Charming connection. Lots of people knew the Teller's. Didn't mean she was involved in the club. She seemed close to enough to his age, so maybe she had gone to school with Jax. Maybe her and Jax had a history. But then he had run into her at the clubhouse. Late at night. She had told him she had been dropping someone off, and the only person there that night was Piney. So she must have a connection to him as well. But what was it? He pulled his phone out of his cut. He had her number. It wouldn’t be hard to use it to get her name. And if he had her name well then… then he could do some real digging. But something uneasy settled in his stomach. It felt… wrong. He felt as though that would be invading her privacy - even though he did it everyday for the club. He supposed she would tell him if she wanted to. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he returned to his search.

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Ronnie stood at the nurses station, filling out paperwork. There had been a misprint on a time of death for one of the bodies in the morgue which meant she had to chase the ward doctors and kill more trees with the paperwork she had to reprint. Shuffling her documents she handed them over the nurse as someone stepped up to the desk beside her. "Can you pass these onto Doctor Reeves please. He just needs to resign the bottom." "Veronica?" the person beside her called. She turned to find Tara Knowles next to her. "Tara? Hey, wow," she and Tara embraced quickly. "I had no idea you were back in Charming," she said. Tara laughed and motioned toward Ronnie. "I could say the same about you." Ronnie smiled. "Yeah well, Piney was feeling sentimental after Ope got out. Managed to convince me to move back. What about you? I didn't think Charming would get to see you again." Tara smiled flatly and shrugged. "Got a good job offer," she said, not elaborating further. Ronnie frowned. Tara had been like an older sister at times to Ronnie in high school when she was with Jax. She spent time at her and Opies place when he and Jax would hang out and she would always spend some time with Ronnie, knowing how much she wanted to be included. Ronnie felt like there was more to Tara's story than she was letting on but she didn’t push.

"Fair enough. Does Jax know you're back?" Ronnie questioned. "Yeah," Tara said. "Not sure if you know, but his son is in the NICU. I operated on him." Ronnie's mouth opened in surprise. Before she could reply Gemma walked into the room, smiling when she spotted Ronnie. "Hey Ron," she kissed her on the cheek. "Hey Gem," Ronnie replied. "Wendy's out of detox," Tara said to Gemma. "Thought you'd want to know. Just in case you wanted to bring her flowers or something." Gemma looked Tara up and down before turning on her heel and walking down the hallway. "What was that about?" Ronnie asked. "I forgot how much you were always in Gemma's pocket," Tara said, turning to face her. "Seems like not much has changed." Ronnie raised an eyebrow at Tara's sudden coldness. "Excuse me?" she asked. "I'd just be careful with who you get close to again, now that you're back," Tara said before she stalked off. "What is everyone's problem?" Ronnie muttered to herself before heading back to the morgue.

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The next morning, Ronnie stepped out of her front door, heading to her car to drive to work. She slowed her steps when she spotted Opie sitting on his bike next to her car. She eyed the cut he was wearing. She hadn’t seen it on him since she had been back, knowing that he had told Donna he was earning straight and distancing them from the club. "Hey Harry," she tormented him. "Don’t call me that," he said, not an ounce of humour in his voice. "Oh god not you too," she sighed. "Heard you got up in Donna's face the other day," Opie said. Ronnie huffed and smiled coldly. "You gotta be kiddin' me," she murmured. "She's been riding my ass the minute I showed up here Ope. What did you say to make her hate me so much?" Opie shook his head. "We don’t need any charity," Opie stated. "And I don't need you getting involved with the club. Making shit messy." Ronnie folded her arms, eyebrows raising in disbelief. "I don't believe it," she muttered. "What did she tell you?" "That dad told you we're having money issues, and you came along, handing money out to the kids like some kind of walking ATM. What do you think that makes us look like to Ellie and Kenny?" he barked.

"It was $20! We were at a carnival, Opie! I don’t think the kids gave a shit about anything except having fun." Ronnie's patience was wearing thin. She felt like she was being attacked from all angles this past week. "And what's this shit about being involved with the club? I kind of don’t have a choice about that, if you haven't noticed," she motioned between the two of them. "I'm not talking about me and dad," he explained. "I saw you talking to one of the guys at the garage. Donna said she saw you with him at Fun Town too." "What?" she hesitated. "Juice?" Opie's eyes flashed when she said his name. "The last time I checked, talking to someone wasn't a crime," she said. "Talking can lead to other shit. You get involved with a guy in the club, you make shit awkward for me and Pops when it all blows up in your face like it always does," he threw his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before he swung his leg over his bike and put his helmet on. "You are unbelievable," she spat. "If you even think about going to Juice, sporting some scary big brother act, I will make you regret it. I'm 28, Opie. You can't tell me who to hang out with anymore," she slammed her car door. Huffing, she turned the keys and wound her window down. "By the way, does Donna know you're wearing that cut?" she asked. Opie said nothing. Just turned on his bike and pulled away.

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Ronnie was fuming. If it wasn't for Piney she would have packed her shit and been out of Charming before noon. But she couldn’t leave her dad. They had been getting so much closer, and she fretted about how much time she had left with him. So, she turned the radio up and began her drive to work. When she hit the main drag she smiled when she spotted a familiar face, before descending into laughter at the state of him. Juice was ambling along the sidewalk, wearing only his boots and an adult sized diaper. Ronnie pulled up long the curb and wolf whistled out the window at him. "Well, well, well, isn’t this a treat," she laughed. Juice turned, smiling when his eyes landed on her. He stood there awkwardly, but she could tell he was trying to play it cool. Ronnie couldn’t help letting her eyes raked over the exposed skin of his torso and arms. He fairly well toned, and was a site for sore eyes after her shitty run in with Opie. "See something you like, Ronnie?" he asked, placing his hand on his hip. She laughed, and motioned her head towards the passenger door. "You need a ride?" she asked. He nodded and got in the car. "Where you headed?" she asked. "Just the clubhouse," Juice replied, running his hands over the blood on his chest.

"What happened there?" Veronica questioned. Juice smiled sheepishly. "Staples," he said. "Friendly fire, huh?" Ronnie laughed. Juice joined in, rubbing a hand along his jaw. "Something like that. So, you a doctor at St Thomas?" he asked, pointing at her scrubs. "I've never seen anyone wear black ones before. Only blue and the nurses wear them colourful ones," he said curiously. "I'm an assistant medical examiner," she explained. "So… a doctor?" Juice mused. "Not really… I'm kind of like an assistant coroner. I didn't do the full ride at college so I work as an assistant rather than an actual ME," Ronnie revealed as she pulled into the TM lot. "So you like, pickup dead bodies and stuff?" "Yeah," she shrugged. "Collect them, and help autopsy them. Determine cause of death and stuff like that for the courts." "Cool," Juice said as he opened his car door. Ronnie shrugged. "Sometimes, but for the most part its kind of… sad. And a lot of paperwork." Juice frowned at her admission. Trying to divert the mood, he closed his door and leaned into the open window. "I'll call you tonight?" Ronnie smiled, nodding. "That would be nice. See you later, Juice." He waved. "Bye Ronnie." Ronnie watched him walk towards the clubhouse before turning to where she knew her brother was sitting and had been watching them. She raised a hand, wiggling her fingers in a sarcastic wave before she reversed and pulled out of the lot. Like hell she would let Opie get in the way of her fun.

[heronpoxed]

OK, so here is my rationale for why I think Jax was pleased when Tara beat up Colette lol. In season two when Gemma and Tara talk about ima and how Tara needs to “educate” her/other women Tara says that her “fighting days” are over. This to me implies that she fought women in the past over Jax. Then, when tara and ima face off Jax's reaction can be interpreted as smug and cocky. I think he likes the idea of Tara being territorial over him because to him it suggests that she wants him. In season six Jax was upset that Tara didn’t want to see him when she was in prison, and that led him to sleep with Colette.  After he found out about Tara‘s plan to divorce him his fear that she doesn't want him was confirmed. When Tara beats up Colette, he’s smug because it reassures him that Tara does want him. Season six lacked a lot of intimacy between Jax and Tara, for the majority of the season, Jax believed Tara didn’t want him. He even realizes that she’s not saying I love you back to him. Tara beating up Colette tells Jax in some twisted way that she still wants him. That's how I always interpreted Jax's smugness in that scene.

Okay so, I rewatched that scene like 4 times before writing this just to be sure about my answer lol. I absolutely love your theory and within the lore of the show it works really well and makes a lot of sense so I see no reason why your theory would't be an actual fact.

I personally never interpreted that scene that way. Not when I saw it for the first time and not after that. If anything, I always thought that Colette's beat up was more of a reassurance for me than it was for Jax lmao. When I first watched I literally let out this massive sigh of relief cause it confirmed for me that she still loved him.

While I believe that Tara beating that woman up definitely played a role in Jax’s seeing that she still loved him, upon my present rewatch, I saw no pleasure on that asshole’s face whatsoever I’m SORRY😭

He definitely looks smug and defiant when he first sees Tara by the door and I stand by my initial interpretation of that facial expression but I don’t see him being pleased with anything that happens after that.

However, as I said, you theory works really well given the storylines and I see no reason why that couldn’t be the truth. If I had interpreted that scene like you from the very beginning, it definitely would’ve spared me that uncontrollable anxiety and disgust that comes with it lol ❤️