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garbinge · 5 months

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Maybe One Day

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.

Word Count: 2.6k

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

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!

Part 2

The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.

It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.

You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.

One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.

You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.

You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.

Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.

You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.

A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.

The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.

Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.

But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.

You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.

No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.

“Love?”

The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.

But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.

“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.

He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.

“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.

Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.

“Church in 10!”

You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.

“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”

The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.

“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.

“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.

Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”

How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.

“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.

Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.

You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.

“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.

“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”

It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.

“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.

Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.

“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.

“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.

The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.

“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.

“It was really good ta see y’love.”

Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.

He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.

As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.

You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.

“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”

Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.

“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”

It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.

“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”

You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.

“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.

Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.

“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”

Part 2

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witchthewriter · 8 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (slight details), stalking

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You stood there as he held your head in between his large, rough hands. Opie was being so soft and you realised just how safe you felt.

“I don’t understand why you want to take care of me,” you whispered, tears forming in your closed eyes.

“Because you deserve it. And I – I like you.”

Opie could’ve hit himself in the head for saying those words. What a juvenile way of expressing himself. But he didn’t know how else to say it, other than, ‘I like you.’

It was a trial of words because what he wanted to say was, ‘I desire you, body, and soul. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. I never want to be apart. You make me feel like I’m home.’ But no, all he could say was, ”I like you.”

And while Opie was inwardly chastising himself, you were inwardly dying of happiness. Joy, fulfilment, love, would you get to receive them? Finally? After all this running, all this surviving.

A laugh escaped your lips, small and full of ecstasy. It brought Opie out of his reverie.

“I like you too,” you whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek.

Opie moved your glasses to wipe your tear away. He took a moment to admire your beautiful hazel eyes, those freckles that danced across your nose. It was difficult for Opie to not trace them.

As if he had decided something within seconds, and still holding your face, Opie slowly leant down. In understanding, you moved yourself to stand taller and met him.

Your lips touched his and you felt Opie sigh.

It had taken Opie a while to realise his feelings weren’t just based in friendship. He hadn’t planned it. That was for sure. It started with a stranger in need. And that stranger turned out to be someone he cherished. Someone he felt … at home with.

If anyone asked, Opie wasn’t lonely. He most definitely wasn’t.

But real answer was yes.

After Donna’s death, he felt lost. Even though it was a year and a half ago. He started to heal. In his own way. Little by little. Bit by fucking bit. Opie had thrown himself into the club, and maybe helping you was his way of healing. Of doing things that he wished he could have done with Donna. Although, he never thought of her when you were together.

And then his heart opened. Unintended.

But it was the flashes of your happiness when she opened her door and Opie was standing there. It was knowing that she felt safe whenever he was around. Or when he took her on his bike and she gripped him tightly.

Those little moments that Opie shared with you, made him more and more aware of his feelings. And now he was very aware.

Jax had been tracking Dalton by himself. The club wasn’t aware he was going rogue. His decision to do so was because there was something suspicious that Jax couldn’t quite comprehend. He felt like someone wasn’t being truthful here. Someone, besides Dalton, had something to hide.

And so Jax was doing his best to figure out who could be feeding information to this douchebag. Because he wasn’t all that smart; not to break into homes and set up those fucking cameras. The creepy bastard.

Day by day Jax was getting closer, but he was constantly being pulled in different directions. He couldn’t keep his focus on just one thing. He never could, but now … now he definitely didn’t have the time for pleasure. He was always on the go.

Tara was getting irritated, Jax could see that. All her worries at work and with helping the boys, he was lucky to have such a loyal and dedicated Old Lady.

He wondered what you would be like as an Old Lady…she’d never been around a club, not knowing the culture and it’s rules.

Donna was a bit foreign to it at the beginning, but she learnt the ins and outs pretty well. But decided that the club wasn’t fit for her, her children or Opie.

Fuck, Jax thought. Would you try and take him from the club, just like Donna?

On the flip side, how would she integrate into this life? Be obedient when needed, and badass when things went to shit? You had good connections with some of the guys, particularly Tig. And really, if Tig like you, then everyone will.

Your work friend, Georgie, was enjoying the sun that filtered through the building’s large windows as she sat at the front desk. Her hair had been hard to tame this morning, and she knew it would rain at some point today because of it.

Taking a second to stop typing and bask in the sunlight, she felt the shift. From warm to cold, her eyes flung open as Dalton stood in front of her.

Dalton walked into your workplace and leaned on the counter. His top button undone, hair slicked back and neatly combed. That look had taken him about fifteen minutes every morning. And always hated when someone touched his hair.

With a flirtatious smile, he looked at Georgie. It was lost on her, although she pretended otherwise.

“Hey there,” Dalton said with a honeyed voice. Smooth and sweet, it sent a shiver down Georgie’s spine, but not in a good way. She may have grown up in a small town, but that didn’t make her stupid. There was something about him that made her wary. Made her feel like something bad was going to happen.

“Hello,” she said in that airy voice of hers, still typing on the computer, entering in a log for the morning. “Can I help you with anything?” She furthered, without looking up from the screen.

When he realised his efforts in wooing weren’t going to work, Dalton slowly stood up. “I was wondering if you could tell me where Kaelie is? I’m a friend of hers and wanted to surprise her-“

Georgie looked up from her computer and bent her head to one side, as if to say, ‘I’m listening.’

Opie’s hands moved. One to the back of your neck and the other gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. A moment in time, that felt like the world had stopped. It was as if the clock on the wall stopped ticking, and was letting you have your moment.

His warmth seeped into you, and you swore you could feel him in your bones. Where lip met lip, tongue met tongue. You were toying with each other, seeing where the line was. There wasn’t one.

Your blood felt hot, and your skin was on fire, with chills at the same time. How could that be? He was sending you wild. You had never had a kiss like this before. You’d never been held like this before, in your life. With so much devotion, with no hidden malice or motivation.

His height was overwhelming, and Opie’s back was starting to hurt. So, in a fluid motion, he picked you up with ease, your legs entwining around his waist.

Things were progressing and you thought, were you ready?

Then there was a knock at the door.

Slowly, he untangled himself from you, leaving you with a sudden cold feeling.

Looking through the peep hole, Opie relaxed as he saw the cleaner.

“Ugh, we’re all good in here,” he said through the door, and turned around to face you. Who had been taking deep breaths, over and over again. You felt like you had lost your strength, or ability to stand.

Opie wasn’t charming like Jax, he wasn’t suave, and he definitely wasn’t as bold as Tig. He didn't know if he should continue this... would it ruin whatever it was between you? Would you feel used? Did you want to keep going?

The thoughts were overwhelming, so Opie took the only way out.

“Ugh, you mind if I go take a shower?”

Your cheeks reddened. Was that code for something? Should you know that? Yes, you should know that. It was adult shit.

Did it mean he was coming back…with just a towel on? God, fuck, what were you okay with right now? You didn’t want to go all the way. No, no fucking. No grinding either, no head… just … PG 13. Keep it PG 13.

You nodded and watched as Opie awkwardly made his way into the bathroom. When you heard the door close and the water turn on, you flopped on the bed.

“What the fuck.”

In the shower, letting the water run down his naked body, Opie thought the same thing. And now he had a whole night stuck in the same room with you. What the fuck was going to happen? He became truly anxious when he realised he had to talk... about his feelings.

Opie was in the shower and you were panicking. You didn’t know what to do, sit down and knit? No, fuck no. You couldn’t read right now…you couldn’t focus on anything but the warmth of Opie. He had made you feel so light, so cared for.

So, you listened to yourself. Decided to do what you wanted to do. And you got up from leaning against the wall and went to work. Lowering the lights, (wishing there were candles), turning off the tv and fixing the bed. You tried your best to make it romantic. The radio was turned on to the best station you could find, and when you did all you could do, you stood back and sighed.

You hadn’t done anything romantic for a man since Dalton (and only Dalton). Whenever he made you feel guilty, you would clean the whole house, light candles, put on his favourite movie and make his favourite dinner.

The thought popped into your head as you tucked in the edges of the bed and fixed yours and his pile of clothes. You weren’t doing this out of blame, but because you … wanted to. You wanted to make Opie smile, to see his face light up.

It was odd that Opie Winston was many inches taller and wider than your ex, he belonged to a club, a violent one at that, and knew of said violence like someone would know of a hug. He was hardened, and yet never made you feel like you were in the presence of danger.

He’d never raised his voice at you, never intimidated you or forced you. He was kind, thoughtful and … caring.

And society saw him as the bad person, while your ex; a narcissistic abuser was seen as the good person. As if he had everyone in a trance – under a spell.

In the bathroom, Opie’s phone was buzzing inside his pant’s pocket. Turning off the water, he wrapped a white towel around his waist and bent down.

“Hello,” his voice was low, not wanting to disturb you. The big mirror had fogged over and he couldn’t see himself.

His clothes were piled on the closed toilet lid, beanie on top. As Jax kept talking, he dried himself off.

“Wait, wait, he’s fucking staying at her place?”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure he knows someone from the club,” Jax was at home, taking off his shirt and pants, getting ready to put on his pyjamas. He’d got home in time to bathe Abel, to take that responsibility off of Tara’s shoulders for the night.

The baby was on the bed as Jax got ready, squirming and giggling at his father. His little feet free from booties or a blanket, the little man felt free. Jax’s heart bloomed, he wished Opie could feel this. Know what fatherhood meant, and how it felt to raise a child with the person you loved. Because Jax knew. He knew damn well that Opie loved you.

“Who? Fucking who knows him?” Opie’s fists clenched, and he heard a crack. Luckily the Nokia phone was barely hurt.

“A prospect maybe, not sure. But I’ve got everything covered down here. You just keep her away from Charming for a while. Think of it as … a vacation,” Jax said with a smile, but it was aimed straight at his son.

After Dalton had finished scoping out your work, he went to your place, keys, and all, and swung the take out on the table. He’d gotten your favourite. It was still hot, as he grabbed a bowl and spooned it into the ceramic. Moving, he kicked off his shoes and put on your favourite movie, lit your candles and sat down on your couch.

I miss you, he thought. Wriggling into the couch to try and get your smell. But all he could sniff was biker. With a huff, he put his bowl on the table and went into your room, grabbed your shirt, and put it on.

Now don’t go messing up my things, you said.

“Oh, honey I won’t!” He said with a beam and returned to the loungeroom.

Dalton decided that if you didn’t come back soon, then he would continue looking for you. He would always keep looking for his Kaelie, his bright-eyed and quick-witted love. The words you had said before leaving…you hadn’t truly meant them.

And that’s why he was here, ready to win you back.

When he was done, Dalton went into the bathroom and took of his clothes. Turning on the shower, he used every single one of your things: shampoo, conditioner, brush, razor, and when he was done. He went into your room, dripping naked and rummaged through your drawers.

Soon he found a pair of matching pyjamas, they were blue, with purple hearts on them. And as he turned off the lights and laid down in your bed, he heard the pitter patter of raindrops outside.

Opie’s lips were bright red, like he had been chewing on them over and over. What was he thinking about? You mused, worried that he was regretting the kiss.

“Ope?”

“Hmm, yeah?” He was going through his pack, and finding his gun. He hadn’t noticed your work, his head too far into the future and its possibilities.

Opie was already thinking about routes and next stops, how much money you guys had and how long you would be away for.

“Opie,” you said sternly, and his head whipped up, ready for danger. When he couldn’t find any, he looked at you and frowned. “What is it?”

You cocked you head to the side and sat on the bed.

“Haven’t you noticed…” He looked around the room and that, there was an obvious change in ambience. It didn't hurt that he hadn't noticed, what did hurt was the obvious change in demeanour. Like he was trying to ignore you.

“Oh, Oh!” He said, standing up, “yes, it’s very nice, very good.” And then he looked at you and you shook your head.

“Shit, I did too much, I went too far-“ You got up from the bed and grabbed at your chest. Your arms were entwined around your front and your hair was completely out – which was very odd, but you thought … never mind what you thought.

“No, no, you didn’t. I just,” and then you both started talking over the top of one another. Opie talking about what he was focused on, and you mumbling about what you thought was going to happen.

And you thought he hadn’t heard your last comment, but out of everything, he fucking had.

“You thought…we were, going to go further?” Opie coughed and you blushed. From head to fucking toe.

“Oh – I misread it. Forget it, forget it okay. God this is embarrassing.” You said underneath your breath and started to braid your hair. You turned off the radio and turned the tv back on, doing your best to eliminate any semblance of romance.

“Kaelie-“ Opie said, an arm outstretched, almost as if that would halt you. But you just did your best not to cry. Fuck this stupid motel room. Fuck this town and fuck Dalton, you wanted to scream.

“I’ll remember that I’m only a lost cause you’re trying to help,” you said curtly and got into bed, turning your back on him.

Opie felt like punching himself in the face. It’s probably what Jax would’ve done if he was here. Opie and feelings were an odd combination. He just couldn’t express himself perfectly all the time like some people.

You stared at the pile of books and let a tear slip. Fucking yell, you teared up a mere hour ago out of happiness and now … fuck.

You heard Opie move around the room. Making sure the door was locked, turning off the tv, shutting the bathroom door and turning off the lights.

Then you felt the bed move as Opie climbed in.

That’s that, then. You thought miserably and let a few more tears shed.

But then you felt a warm hand touch your shoulder, and Opie started to speak.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” You still had your back to Opie as he spoke, and you slowly wiped your tears, not wanting him to know.

“When I said I liked you, it was the wrong word to use. I’ve only said it … romantically … to one person. My wife. Ex-wife. Ugh, deceased…wife,” you held your breath as Opie exhaled.

“I love you, Kaelie. I’m not the best with words. Or, charm,” his words were like a physical pull. You rolled over, and laid face to face. Even in the dark you could see his eyes, and you found his hand, entwining it with your own.

“I think I’ve loved you all these months but didn’t know it until … your ex came to town.” His hand was so much larger then your own, and you nearly cried at the feel of it. God you were crying so often.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” You replied, whispering. You moved his hand into your other and tucked it firmly against your chest. With your free hand, you stroked his bearded face, and felt … wetness. Tears, he had been crying too.

“I didn’t know how,” he murmured. Resting his forehead against your hand.

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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.”

Part 4

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Okay... but I think our guy Juice born for love: unrequited love, best friends to lovers love, slow burn love, she belongs to someone else love, she takes care of me love, he takes care of me love, throuple love, little brother love, older woman love, older man love....just ALL THE LOVE!! What say you?

Aaaaand....if you could write him in a love troupe that you haven't written before what would it be?

YES!! AGREED!! Juice was born for ALL the love!! I think that boy just needed someone ANYONE to love him!!

Oh gosh, I would LOVE to write (or read) him in an enemies to lovers trope. Like he's met his match with this other hacker who's either blocking him left and write or hacking their way into SOA stuff. Like he's so frustrated by how good they are and how they keep beating him/blocking him left and right. I'd love to read sassy comebacks between the two when forced somehow to be in a room together especially after seeing Juice's sassy side come out a couple times in the show! I think that would be a fun read for sure!!

I also think a forbidden love for him would be fun to write/read. I know there's a lot of them out there with Juice and various SAMCRO family members, but I think something MORE forbidden like someone affiliated with another club or even with law enforcement or something would be super interesting. I had started writing one a LONG time ago, but it didn't go very far.

Now I'm curious, what is a love trope you want to read?!?!

(^^This is the sass I'm referring too 🤣🤣)

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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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Hate Me, Love Me: Happy's Story

Alright so the inspiration for this comes from @juicesgf poll about being forced into an arranged marriage with one of the guys from Sons Of Anarchy.

Summary: This particular story is centered around winning Happy over and is told through the readers journal entries mostly and some of her POV and Happys POV. As always my stories are 18+. Happy Reading!

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Day 1

Happy had been silent the whole ride from his Ma's house to his. His mind on an endless loop of all the issues this newly found arranged marriage was going to cause him. It could possibly cost both of you your lives. He glanced over at you as you kept your body turned to the passenger side door. While he felt bad for you he couldn't allow himself to offer sympathy or comfort. It would be better if you took off he thought.

While he wouldn't physically hurt you or anything to make you go he sure as hell wouldn't provide you with kindness or anything. It was what was best for both of you. The words his Ma had stated earlier rang through. "She is a sweet girl. You need some softness in your life. Let her in and you will see,". Happy sighed as he pulled into his driveway. Without a word he parked and got out letting the door slam harder than needed before stalking up to his front door and going in.

A few minutes later he sighed as he realized you were still in the vehicle. He moved back to the front door flinging it open as he turned the porch light on. Once you had joined him inside he handed you a note saying he would be back in the next couple of days and too not answer the door. He then grabbed a bag of things and left slamming the door.

Reader

The roar of a motorcycle made you jump slightly. The tears you had been holding back finally poured down your cheeks. You sobbed as you stood alone in an unfamiliar home that belonged to an anything but Happy man. All you wanted was to go back to your normal life.

Day 3

Happy was sulking in one of the dorm rooms at the clubhouse when Juice appeared in the doorway. The whole club was aware of the situation and why he was more angry and grim than normal. There had been some teasing but he had quickly shut that down.

"We should probably get this chick a phone with our numbers programmed into it. Give her a run down of what this life entails ya know." stated Juice as he leaned in the doorway as he watched his friend.

Happy simply shrugged making Juice frown. "If something happens to her" he started before Happy sighed and stood up. "Fine. Follow me to my place" Happy growled as he pushed through the doorway. While he wouldn't admit it out loud, Juice was right.

Reader

He came back today. Brought another guy, Juice, with him who had a mohawk and head tattoos. He was very sweet and actually spoke to me instead of just grunting. I don't think grumpy was very pleased though. Especially not when Juice suggested he bring me to the clubhouse. I had already pieced together he was in an MC of sorts and I get the idea its more than just riding around town for fun.

Grumpy did make me take his bed once he realized I have been sleeping on the couch since he brought me here. I think his frown was more frownier when he realized that.

He seemed to like the dinner I made so I guess I have that going for me. Though he did not seem to appreciate my joke about not killing me yet.

Day 5

Happy was annoyed as he watched Tig and Chibs fawn over you. He had brought you with him today just to see if a taste of club life would have you running for the hills. Much to his disappointment you had taken to it like a fish to water. Hell even Gemma had been going on about how great you were and shit! Then had gotten mad at him when he called you a liability. He figured he would just up the ante when you guys returned to his home tonight.

You were surprised when you got out of the shower that night to find Happy in his bed fast asleep. You swallowed hard as you considered your next move. Well you thought, married couples usually sleep in the same bed.

Day 10

"So your mad, because a beautiful woman is choosing to sleep next to you at night?" inquired Tig as he sat with Happy. "She's too soft" mumbled Happy annoyed that no one seemed to understand why he was so against this whole arranged marriage and you. "Hmm, soft usually feels good when your hard in my opinion" replied Tig with a shrug as Happy rolled his eyes.

Reader

I learned today from Juice about some of Grumpys fave things like his love for homemade blueberry muffins. So I got him to take me to the store and I plan on making them tomorrow. At this point I kinda just want to see if I can make him fall for me. Gemma said he was just stubborn and would come around. Unfortunately for him i'm stubborn too. Pretty sure he hadn't planned on me being down to share a bed nor invade his personal space at night.

Day 16

"Fuck these are good. If you don't want her man I'll take her" moaned Juice as he devoured his fourth muffin. Every day for the last almost week you had sent a basket full of blueberry muffins in with him. "No" snapped Happy getting a raised brow from Juice and Tig. "Does the Tacoma Killer got a hard on for his wife finally?" inquired Tig innocently as he laughed. "Shut up" growled Happy as he sent him a glare.

"I mean I would too if I had that body pres-" started Tig before Happy had him pinned into the wall. "Not another word about her" growled Happy before he let go of Tig and stalked off out of the clubhouse. "Think he might have a feeling" muttered Juice as he and Tig shared a look.

Reader

I think it might be working. I might be cracking this tough cement wall of a man. I guess only thing I need to figure out is if and when he does.....am I going to play hard to get? Seems like turn around is fair play given how the last few weeks has been.

Day 22

Happy was sitting at his kitchen table while you tended to some deep cuts on his face. Too say the two of you had shocked each other tonight was an understatement. Him appearing beaten and bloody in the doorway and you in just his shirt and panties. The quickness and gentleness you had shown to patch him up had his heart aching. He didn't want to admit it but you were growing on him. The last few days on this run he had found his mind straying to you. Wondering what you were doing and missing the feel of your soft body pressed against him at night. he had tried to replace that feeling with a random woman but he hadn't been able to perform at all.

The urge to pull you down on his lap and bury his face in your chest was strong. His finger tips tapped on his legs as he fought the urge. His eyes danced over your face contorted in concentration as you placed sutures. The guys were right. You were gorgeous and he was lucky as far as arranged marriages go. You could be an ogre or something. Would having an Old Lady really be so bad?

Reader

Grumpy came home today hurt. I hated seeing him like that and wanting nothing but to burn this world down to find out who did that to him!

Tonight was also the first time we have touched when not asleep. My skin felt like it was on fire every time out skin connected. Wild how things change.

Day 36

Happy woke up late in the day and was disappointed to find you already gone. Stretching he noted the little notebook on his nightstand. Curiously he picked it up and flipped it open. Frowning at the tear stained first couple of pages as he read what you had written. His fingers kept turning pages even though he knew he shouldn't pry. He couldn't stop though. It was weird to see himself through someone else's eyes. He laughed out loud when he saw your last line from last night

35 days with not a single word....maybe he is a mute? or does not know how to speak to women

Reader

You had dropped your glass of water when you heard a raspy voice behind you. Staring wide eyed you turned to find Happy with what could only be his version of a smile which was just a less stern frown.

"Did you just speak?" you questioned quietly still in shock.

"Yeah, grumpy speaks for the first time" he teased as he walked closer to you. Pushing you back until your back hit the wall.

His hands on your hips had you jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist as his lips found yours. "Mine" Happy growled as he pulled back from you slightly to look into your eyes.

Day 365

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Crazy to think a year ago we were two strangers having our lives turned upside down. Now we are two people madly in love and going to have a little one running around soon.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Hi 💕 Can I get an 18. with Jax? 🥹 Maybe like a friends to lovers kind of thing 🫣 Thank you so much ❤️ (and I'm sorry for not reading the rules the first time around 😬)

Hey, no worries! And yes you can!

Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Your head shoots up off the pillow as a wave of panic rises within you at hearing a noise coming from the kitchen, flinging the covers back, about to reach for your baseball bat and prime yourself ready to face the intruder... until you remember. Jax is there.

"Sorry," he apologises as you pad into the kitchen, finding him placing the items he dropped from your cupboard back into their designated places. "I can't sleep, so I was looking for that knockout tea you're always telling me about. You got any?"

You shake your head, reaching to help him place the packets back upon the shelves. "I don't, I ran out."

He lets out a sigh, scratching his forehead with his thumb. "Well, I'm all out of ideas on how the fuck I'm meant to fall asleep."

You raise your eyebrow, your finger running along the waistband of his boxers. "Really? Because I'm not. If you can’t sleep, I could help with that?”

His eyes widen a fraction. "Seriously, you and me?"

"Yeah," you state, feeling a flicker of regret for a second, until he reaches for your waist. "I mean, we're both young, free and single."

He snorts softly. "You're young. I'm a hundred and forty-two, or at least I feel it." His grin begins to grow as you giggle, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss upon your lips. "Come on then, darlin'. Take me to bed and fuck me into unconsciousness."

Half an hour later, and that's exactly what you're doing, making him come so hard that mere seconds after you climb from the most perfect cock you've ever had the pleasure of taking inside you, he's fast asleep.

Mission accomplished. And you got an orgasm out of it, too.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Imagine one of the prospects hitting on you.

The clock behind the bar ticks but it's not audible over the music playing in the background. It wouldn't matter much even if it was - it shows the wrong time. The dust on its glass cover lays in a decently thick layer, similar to at least a dozen bottles on the shelf behind the bar.

You're slowly sipping on your drink. All the ice has already melted making the beverage taste mostly like an old freezer and tap water but you don't mind it, really. It is, after all, just a way to pass the time waiting for Jax to show up. Although you're not fond of that, you've grown used to it. Considering his line of business, there's not much he can do about it.

And there's not much you can do aside from waiting.

"Whatcha' doin' here all alone, doll?"

The voice belongs to a tall, lean man leaning against the bar just a few feet from you. He has chiselled features and well-kempt hair as though he mostly sits around. The leather vest he's wearing looks worn out and reused. A small patch on the front says "Prospect". His left forearm is covered with a tattoo of a mountain lion.

"Actually, I'm waiting for someone," you answer politely. To be fair, prospects hardly ever talk to you.

"Here?" he looks around the deteriorating and completely deserted clubhouse. "Must be a real gentleman to make ya wait on him, darlin'," he says sarcastically. A dry chuckle leaves his lips.

You furrow your eyebrows. "I'm so-"

Someone behind you puts a hand around you, the arm lays heavy on your shoulders. The mixture of sweat, motor oil and cologne is all too familiar.

"You can bet your ass he ain't," you hear Jax answer. You can't see his face, so you can only imagine the cold stare he surely has on his face. "Ready to go?" he turns to you.

"Sure thing." Leaving the warm drink unfinished and wetting the counter, you get up from the stool and let Jax guide you towards the door.

But then he stops with his face maybe a palm's length away from the prospect. Jax chuckles quietly, although his eyes show nothing resembling amusement. The prospect stares at him expressionless, if a little reluctant.

"This better be the last time," Jax warns him. To put him down another peg, he pats the man's face in a condescending manner.

Without waiting for the prospect's answer, the two of you leave the clubhouse, off to continue whatever plans you have for today.

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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.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

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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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears

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Two weeks had gone by, and you weren’t sure where you stood with Jax.

He had offered Skeeter two weeks’ worth of pay so you could take some time off; something that you knew nothing about. Skeeter had portrayed it as “keeping his employees mentally stable.” But you could smell something was off about it. Especially since it was paid time off, something that had never happened with your boss before.

It took practically an intervention with Tig, Happy and Chibs to get you to stay at home. To make sure the trauma didn’t dig itself deeper into your psyche.

That first week had been awful. In order to move forward you had to process what had happened. Your mental fortitude was strong, your past made it so. But still, this was what Jax was talking about. The horrors that could happen at any moment.

You did have help though. Barely left alone, Happy was stationed outside your door during night, taking you to your shifts and escorting you come. During the day Tig would come by and see if everything was alright. And if the other’s had time, they would pop in as well.

Jax had come by a few times. Not for long, and not with many words either. You had no idea what to say to each other. That passion you had for one another still felt hot between you.

It was in that second week that you had made up your mind.

This was it; this was going to be your life. The Club. And you knew you had to tell Jax, let him know your decision in person. For some reason, it felt right.

- ✦ -

The weather was warmer than usual this morning as you got out of your car and walked into Teller Morrow mechanics. You weren’t completely sure Jax would be there, but it wouldn’t be a wasted journey; your car could always use a looking to.

You had just gotten out of your car when you saw them.

Wendy, with her long beautiful blonde hair, wearing heeled boots and tight jeans. She looked like every man’s dream. In each hand she held one of Jax’s sons. Blonde hair and tanned skin, they were taking after their father. There was a pang in your chest. And a thought popped up in your mind – motherhood. It was an outlandish notion, but your mind had found its way there anyhow.

Could you be a stepmother? If … by any sort of chance, you and Jax got together. Would you be able to step into that role; as mother?

(Play Nancy From Now On by Father John Misty)

Your thoughts were ripped from your brain by a heartbreaking sight. Jax held Wendy close. It was an intimate embrace, and you knew about their history, but when he pulled back and kissed her cheek... It felt like a punch to the gut. Closeness to another woman shouldn’t affect you like this. He was... well, he was your boss! For god sake you weren’t supposed to be feeling like this.

But escaping was too late now, Gemma had been watching you from the office window and as soon as you made a move to leave, she called you over.

Shit. You thought, trying not to let your emotions show on your face.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” she called from underneath the large Teller Morrow sign. You stood in the carpark; feeling like a deer in headlights.

And yet, you never ran from a fight, a confrontation or in this case … the devil herself.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you slammed the door behind you and walked over to Gemma.

- ✦ -

All you heard were boots on gravel, even as Jax greeted you. Something in you wanted to curse him out, to growl hatred words at him; jealousy was an ugly thing. But you also felt like he didn’t really do anything wrong. But looking at them together, when you had all these confusing feelings … it hurt more than it should.

You smiled down at each of Jax’s boys. Their innocent eyes looking up at you with curiosity and intimidation.

Wendy waved goodbye just as you reached them. You could have sworn she flicked her hair behind her shoulder and swayed her hips as she walked away.

Trying to focus on something else, you crouched down, and offered your hand to both boys.

“Well hi!” You said cheerfully, letting them know you weren’t someone to fear.

Thomas just hid behind Jax’s leg, clinging to his father’s hand. Abel on the other hand, gladly accepted yours and proudly said his name.

“Woah,” you let your features and words turn somewhat animated, “what a cool name!”

Abel laughed and his eyes lit up. He leaned from side to side and giggled whenever your eyes met.

“Great, now I think he’s falling for you,” Jax remarked as he looked down at his star-struck son. You didn’t even look up at Jax.

Thomas peaked from a pant leg but once he saw you looking back, he quickly moved out of sight once again.

“You must be the infamous Zoe__ …” Gemma trailed off, waiting for you to fill in your last name.

Smiling you replied, “just Zoe, mostly go by Zo.” You extended your hand and Gemma shook it. You could feel the cold metal of her wedding ring, and the light indentation of her nails.

- ✦ -

Gemma led the boys over to the play equipment, within minutes there were shrieks of laughter and “higher! Higher grandma!” As Gemma pushed each boy on the swing set.

Jax’s hands were in his pockets, and when he looked at you, there was something like hope in his eyes.

Moving a hand to rub behind his neck, he said “You wanna stay a while? I got some free time.”

You hesitated, completely forgetting why you were actually here, “Uh – I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Why is that?” His eyebrows furrowed together.

“I don’t think Wendy would be too happy about it.”

“Wendy? The hell has she got to do with this?”

You sighed and looked for any other place than him. Any other place than those eyes, because they felt like some place you hadn’t felt in a while. Those eyes felt like home.

“Hey,” Jax reached for your hand, and you nearly let him take it. But a familiar voice rang out through the carpark.

Turning your attention to it, you found Tig, who came out of the mechanics with a dirty rag over his shoulder.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” the playfulness in his voice lightened the air that surrounded you and Jax.

When you replied, your voice changed; light-heartedness had found its way back in. Or maybe you were just a damn good actress.

“Hey Tig, can you uh, look at my car for me?”

With an enthusiastic nod, he realised too late that he had interrupted something serious. If you were a mind reader, you would hear, ‘Fuck you Tig, and fuck your big mouth, dumbass!’ But all you got was a lopsided grin and a man eager to get away from Jax. It was as if Hades himself was sat on a child’s plastic chair, staring at both of you from afar.

As you walked over to your car, Tig mumbled, “the fuck you say to him?”

Without glancing at him, you pulled your keys from your pocket and handed them over, “not much.”

Jumping in the driver’s seat, you stood back and watched as Tig parked your car in the empty slot inside. You slowly walked over, basking in the Californian sun. The pavement seemed to radiant even more heat, because you found yourself walking over to the shade.

“Ugh, Zo-“ Tig called out.

You walked over, not looking over at Jax, whose eyes bored into you. For a moment he swore you were Tara. Your long brown hair with that red undertone, the way you dressed, except for the all black clothing. It was just a glimpse of a memory, one that wasn’t hard to remember.

Reaching Tig, you asked what the damage was.

“All I can say is, it’s gonna take a few days.”

“Perfect,” you replied, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

- ✦ -

There had been many offers to drive you back home, but ultimately Jax won out. You didn’t think he would’ve wanted to be anywhere near you right now, but for some reason…that wasn’t the case. And you still needed to tell him your decision.

Gemma took the boys back to Jax’s place, where they’d be waiting for him to get home. They waved by to their dad from the swing set, their happiness a godsend since Tara passed.

Getting on the back of Jax’s Harley felt completely natural. Flinging a leg over, clipping on the helmet and hugging his waist all felt so normal. Although, you couldn’t stop the blush that you grew on your cheeks. Especially when Chibs winked at you as Jax reversed.

The ride had felt too short. You wanted it to go on and on, and as cliché as it sounds; you wanted to ride off into the sunset. It happened, didn’t it? Two people were able to fall in love and leave all their worries behind? Well, that’s what the fairytales told you. And surely they weren’t all lies?

But your house was nearing; behind slanted trees, there was a stone pathway that ascended towards your door. You thought Jax was just going to wait until you reached the front door and drive off, but the second he killed the engine, you knew he was coming in.

You left the front door open and turned on the kettle, knowing this was going to be … more than an odd conversation. Plus, you needed something to do with your hands.

As if he lived there too, Jax walked straight in and closed the door behind him.

“Coffee or tea?” You called from the kitchen, trying to find the teabags.

“Uh, neither,” he said from the loungeroom, not knowing if he should sit down.

“Beer then?”

“That, I’ll take.”

You opened your fridge and took out two bottles, popped them and handed one to Jax. You could hear one of your dogs scratching at the back door, and you knew exactly which it was.

Before sitting down, you went over and slid open the back door. Jango burst in like a rocket, his tail wagging back and forth. Angus, your Doberman, was much more graceful. The pair followed you back into the loungeroom, where Jax had taken a seat on the far corner.

“So…” you said, sitting down. Both dogs were at your feet, waiting to be invited onto the couch.

“So-“ Jax said and took a swig of his drink. You did the same, and knew you were going to have to speak first.

“I’m in. I’m fully in.” You said almost as an outburst.

Well, an outburst it was, because Jax was taken back.

“The Club, I mean. I’m fully aware of the risks and I want to be involved.”

He nodded slowly, eyes closing for split second before shaking his head. “I knew you would.”

You weren’t 100% sure what his reaction was going to be. Your stomach was churning as you watched him take another big gulp. Would he get angry? Just get up and walk out?

Without warning, he got up from his seat and placed his bottle on the nearest counter. You knew words were forming, there was something he needed to say. But he couldn’t find the right way to say it. Putting one hand in his pocket, and flaring his nose, he finally got the words out.

“…Why, were you upset with me and Wendy?”

You blanched, not thinking this was going to be his response.

“I-,” your mind went through so many different options of what could be said, but you were already looking into those eyes. You were looking at home.

“I was jealous.”

He took a moment to process it. To know that his feelings weren’t unrequited.

And somehow you were both standing now; he was looking in your eyes just as intently.

The movement towards one another was easy, and when Jax extended his hand, you accepted it.

You moved closer, and his lips were inches from touching your own. Inches away from feeling the physical contact of the Prince of Death.

His other hand stroked the hair from your face, and he dropped his eyes to look at your lips. Heart racing, he shook his head and stepped back.

“I’ve lost too much; I don’t know if I can do that again.”

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Best Served Cold (7/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie learns not all consequences are bad as SAMCRO embraces her after she saved Gemma.

Word Count: ~3900

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

“My car?” Sophie asked as they walked into St. Thomas.

Jax laughed. “Sent Sack for it. It’s safe and waiting for you at TM.”

“I know it’s silly given everything else.”

“Nah,” Jax said, smile in his voice as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “It’s normal, and I know how you feel about that car.”

Walking down the hallway, she saw a mass of leather-clad bikers. For a moment, the walls contracted around her. She’d been down a hallway like this, seen bikers loitering in the halls like this. That time, she’d been too late. That time, she’d allowed harm to come to her family. Blinking back tears, she forced herself to be in the present, to remind herself that everyone was fine. Then all she saw was leather because each biker took turns pulling her into a massive hug.

“So glad you’re alright,” Chibs told her.

Tig held her face gently in his hand, turned it left and right, brows knit in confusion. “Thought she shot you?”

“Nah,” Jax said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, chin resting on the top of her head. “Soph shot the bitch in the shoulder. The other shot went wide.”

Tig’s whole face lit with a smile. “You ever get tired of Jax, sweetheart, I’ll let you make an honest man out of me.”

Sophie snorted. “I don’t know that anyone could make an honest man out of you, and I like you too much to insult you by trying.”

Smile still on his face, Tig ruffled her hair before moving back.

“She here?”

Sophie glanced up, saw Clay walking towards her. She’d never seen him look so serious, and she gulped at the intensity of his gaze.

“Clay - ”

“Not now, Jackson.”

Sophie moved herself from Jax’s arms, thankful he didn’t fight her on it too much and faced the SAMCRO president head-on. When Clay’s arms wrapped around her, she felt the whole atmosphere change. She hadn’t known what to expect from the man, but, when she felt a few tears escape his eyes to land on her neck, she understood. Whatever else these men were, they, like her, loved their families.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her skin. “I don’t know what I would have done if - ”

Sophie nodded. She understood far more than he knew. No one deserved the fate that might have awaited Gemma tonight. The fate that Olivia had faced.

Clay pulled back, rested his hands on her shoulders. “Whatever you need, Sophie. Anything. You say the word, and I’m there.”

Sophie smiled up at him, tears pricking her eyes. “Thanks. I’m just glad I was there to help her.”

Clay nodded. “Gemma wants to see you.”

She followed him down the hall to Gemma’s room. She smiled up at Sophie when they walked in. No bruises on her face, no cuts, no vacant expression. No tears. Something warm nestled in Sophie’s chest as she stared at Gemma.

“Can you give us a minute, baby?” she asked Clay.

“Sure thing. I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

Sophie nodded, waited until Clay left before crossing over to where Gemma lay in the bed. Nearly collapsing into the chair at her bedside, Sophie managed to get a grip on Gemma’s hand before her face fell forward and the tears streamed freely down her face. For once, Gemma didn’t say anything, didn’t ask her any questions, but she could feel them in the air above them. Instead, Gemma carded her fingers through Sophie’s hair, which only made her cry harder because Gemma was the one hurt - alive, but hurt and here she was the one getting taken care of.

“It’s okay, baby, let it out.”

After a few more minutes of crying, Sophie lifted her head, wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled at Gemma.

“How are you feeling?”

Gemma gave her a wry smile. “Like I got hit in the back of the head.”

The response startled a laugh out of Sophie. “I’m so glad it’s not worse.”

“Thanks to you.” Gemma paused, settled back against the blankets. “Whatever it was that brought you to Charming has something to do with what almost happened to me tonight. Trust is a fragile thing. Which is why I’m not going to ask today. SAMCRO takes care of its own.”

“I’m not SAMCRO.”

Gemma smiled indulgently at her. “You are now, sweetheart.”

Sophie frowned. “The way you say that, you make it sound almost like a threat.”

“No, baby,” Gemma said, voice soft. “Not a threat. Even if it was, wouldn't work on you. It’s a good thing. Those men out there - ” Gemma gestured towards the door. “They protect their family, just like you. Tonight, you became part of that family. That’s what SAMCRO is.”

How did she tell Gemma that she didn’t deserve it? How could she possibly explain her guilt? Each time she closed her eyes she saw Olivia’s lifeless body lying in that hospital bed.

“One day, Sophie, you’ll trust us enough to let us help you. Whatever you need, whatever trouble you’re in - you’re not alone anymore.”

Not knowing what to say, Sophie stood from the chair. She fiddled with Gemma’s blanket, fluffed her pillow. “You should get some rest.”

Gemma looked at her with a mix of understanding and disappointment in her eyes. “You too, baby.”

This fucking town and its nicknames. Sophie wasn’t sure she was ready to take on another family. She hadn’t managed to keep her last one whole. Shutting the door behind her, Sophie closed her eyes, leaned back against it and took a deep breath.

“You okay, babe?”

Jax’s head was ducked, shoulders rolled forward, hands shoved in his pockets so he could look up at her, find her eyes. As unthreatening a posture as he knew. She nodded. Allowed him to pull her into his chest. Breathing in the smell of him, the leather and cigarettes, she found some balance. All the bullshit with Zobelle aside, she liked Charming. Enjoyed being around the guys. Loved the way Jax always needed to be touching her in some way - as though to remind himself (and her) that they were connected. Maybe she didn’t deserve another family, but that didn’t prevent her from wanting one. Hope they’d accept the tattered pieces of herself - it was the best she could do. If she had any luck left, they might forgive her when they learned the whole truth.

Sophie leaned back, smiled weakly up at Jax. “I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee. I’ll be back.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jax said, falling into step with her.

She pressed her hand to his chest. “I need a minute to myself. I haven’t had a minute alone since it happened, and while I adore you all for looking after me, I just need a second to breathe without someone there to see.”

Jax didn’t look pleased, but he nodded. “Okay.”

Before he could walk away, she grabbed his sleeve, turned him to face her and kissed him. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she held him against her as her tongue danced with his. Every nerve ending in her body erupted in sparks as his arms closed around her, his hands smoothing down her spine. Pulling back a bit, she breathed heavily against him.

“I - ”

“Go get your coffee. I’ll be here.”

She nodded, moved slowly from his embrace and walked down the hallway, the heat of his gaze never leaving. It took a couple of minutes, a few wrong turns, before she found a coffee machine, and when she walked up to it, she realized she didn’t have her wallet with her. Everything had been in her car. She shook her head.

“Shit.”

“Allow me.”

Spinning around at the voice, she felt her heart nearly leap out of her chest. Ethan Zobelle stood in front of her. He wore a pleasant smile on his face, but the darkness in his eyes revealed his true nature. In his hand, he held a five-dollar bill. Hand trembling ever so slightly, she took it from him with a mumbled thanks.

“It’s the least I can do for the woman who spared my daughter’s life tonight.”

Blood turned to ice in her veins. Nothing could have prepared her to stand face-to-face with the man who murdered her sister. The scene featured heavily in her nightmares. On instinct, she reached for her gun, cursing as she remembered she didn’t have it. Police evidence.

He held his hands out, palms forward. “I mean you no harm, Miss Cooper. It’s why I didn’t press charges. I saw no reason to make a bad night worse for everyone. And, to your credit, you are a remarkable shot. According to the surgeon, she’ll regain full range of motion.”

“I know.”

She bit the words out without thinking. Zobelle offered her one of those condescending paternal smiles that men gave to women when they thought they’d done something particularly adorable.

“I’m sure you knew exactly what you were doing tonight, and while I can’t figure out what stayed your hand, I won’t stand here and pretend I’m not grateful.”

“Consider it a gesture of good faith,” Sophie offered. “Leave SAMCRO alone. Set up your white hate cigar shop in a different town.”

His eyes turned down, faux sorrow on his face. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I have business interests to protect here in Charming. I did extend my friendship to SAMCRO, but they were…unreceptive. ”

Sophie nodded. It had been worth a try. Not that it would have kept him alive, but it would have gotten him out of Charming, away from SAMCRO. “In that case, Mr. Zobelle, if you’re determined to remain, you should consider why I allowed your daughter to live. Contemplate the choices you might make that would lead me to choose less honorable actions moving forward.”

She could see the way his eyes had narrowed, the slight tension along his shoulders. Poking the bear might not be the smartest move, but she refused to stand there and make pleasantries. And since she couldn't shoot the bastard in the face, this would have to suffice.

“Sophie,” she heard Chibs call as he came down the hallway. “There you are, lass.”

Coming to a stop at Sophie’s shoulder, Chibs eyed Zobelle, took a more protective stance in front of her. Part of the family indeed. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry. I got caught up in conversation.”

“Aye. We’ve met.”

Sophie cursed silently. She had hoped the overtures Zobelle had made hadn’t been in front of the whole club, but it seemed that her worlds had well and truly collided. Her new family was now caught up in the ashes of her old one. It wasn’t that she didn’t want any help, it was that she doubted they would be willing to provide her the help she wanted. She figured they’d take over, kill Zobelle themselves, and expect a thank you for their trouble. No part of her was going to allow that to happen.

“Enjoy the coffee,” Ethan said as he inclined his head.

Neither said anything as they both watched Ethan walk down the hallway, before turning a corner, disappearing from sight. Her shoulders slumped once she could no longer see him.

“You alright?”

“No,” Sophie said, too tired to lie. She could feel small spasms in her limbs as the adrenaline began to fade. The symptoms were familiar to her, and she hoped she could keep it together long enough to make it home to a nice warm shower.

“Come on,” Chibs said, frown on his face as he tucked her close to his body. “Let’s get you back to Jax so he can fuss about you.”

“I don’t need Jax fussing over me. Zobelle didn’t do anything.”

“He upset you.”

She rolled her eyes. Of course, the whole group still stood in the hallway, Tig, Jax - even Clay standing as she and Chibs came closer. She could read the concern in their eyes.

“What happened?” Clay asked, eyes flinty.

“Zobelle cornered her at the vending machines.”

“That’s it.” Jax clenched his hands into fists, turned on his heel.

Sophie reached out, just managed to grab the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Tugging him to face her, she placed both hands on his arms and forced him to meet her gaze. She couldn’t have him going off after the man. Not like this. Sophie refused to have another man in her life behind bars because of fucking Ethan Zobelle.

“I’m fine. He didn’t do anything. Gave me five bucks for a coffee and thanked me for not shooting his bitch of a daughter in the fucking face. Now, I’m tired and you’re going to take me home so that I can have a nice hot shower.”

She watched Jax’s jaw clench, saw how wound up he was about the whole thing, and she didn’t blame him. Understood how he felt. Enjoyed that he felt that upset because of what happened to her. Made something warm bloom in her chest. None of that changed her mind about how things with Zobelle would go down.

Moving in close to him, sliding her hands up his arms, up to his neck so she could sink her fingers into his hair, she whispered against his lips. “I’ll let you wash my back.”

Behind her the boys chuckled, a few offered a low whistle. Clay clapped Jax on the shoulder, a knowing sort of amusement in his eyes. No doubt Gemma used similar tactics to keep him in line, to get her own way. It was a dirty trick, but she would use whatever she needed to - a win was a win.

“Take your Old Lady home, son,” Clay told him. “We’ll finish this at church tomorrow.”

She mouthed a thank you to Clay who inclined his head. Following Jax down the hall, she knew he still wanted to go after Zobelle. His silence told her all she needed to know about how he felt about it. Sliding onto the bike, she held herself back a bit. She understood that he was upset, but she wasn’t just going to let him go do something stupid. When they pulled into TM, Sophie got off the bike and glanced around for her car. Locating it near the far side, she strode towards it. The shower idea hadn’t just been a ploy to get Jax to leave the hospital. She wanted one, and her shitty little rental house had one with decent water pressure.

“Where the hell are you going?”

She turned to glare at him. “Home.”

Jax’s jaw clenched. “No, you’re not.”

“Jax - ”

“He went after my mother. She shot you,” Jax spat out, eyes dark with fury.

Ah. Sophie smiled softly. He was scared about what could have happened tonight. Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around him, felt his own lock tightly around her.

“I’m here,” she soothed. “She was a terrible shot.”

Jax chuckled against her neck as he pulled back, his hands palmed her face, thumbs tracing along her cheeks. She covered his hands with hers, moved her face to press a kiss to the palm of his hand.

“Clay called me your Old Lady. You gonna explain that to me?”

Jax smirked. “Why you wanna know?”

“Like I told your mom, seems to be a hierarchy around here. That douche canoe called me a croweater, which next person to call me one gets a bullet between the eyes because I know how the word whore sounds no matter what letters are used.”

“You’re no croweater, babe,” Jax said as his hands moved down her body. He got a solid grip on her ass and hauled her up his body. Getting the idea, Sophie helped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Laughing as he carried her into the clubhouse. Looking around at the familiar mess that was his room, she laughed even harder.

“Old Lady better not mean housekeeper because, between the two of us, it would become uninhabitable.”

“Yeah?” Jax asked, smirk on his face. “Thought the Corps was all about hospital corners and snap inspections.”

Sophie returned his smirk with one of her own. “I’m retired. No one gives two shits how your bed looks when you’re in the field. Plus, never was much good at keeping things tidy when I was on leave. It was one of the ways I disengaged. Clutter meant I was home.”

He kissed her then. Slow, tender. The type of kiss that ruined people. Made them think about fantasy endings, a happily ever after. Sophie lost herself to it. She moved her arms up when Jax lifted her shirt. Moaned when his lips traced over her collarbones, the valley of her breasts. Goosebumps erupted on her arms as he slid her bra straps down her arms before tossing it over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, smile in her voice.

“Washing your back.”

He continued to press open-mouthed kisses to her body as he unbuttoned her jeans. Pulling them down her legs he cursed when they caught at her ankles. Boots; they’d both forgotten.

“Get on with it,” Sophie said with an imperious wave of her hand. “You’re not washing my back fully clothed.”

She intended to pull her boots off. Honest. But, when Jax pulled his shirt over his head, she couldn’t help but stare. Knew her mouth hung open, knew she licked her lips in an obscene way. God, she wanted to lick every inch of his body, rub herself against him. Given the smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth as he winked at her, he seemed amenable to the idea. Unlike her boots which required the use of her hands, he simply toed off his ridiculous white shoes before pulling down his jeans.

“My eyes are up here, babe.”

Sophie nodded without looking away from his body. “I know where your eyes are. I’ll get there.”

Chuckling, he pulled his boxers down his hips, allowed gravity to do the rest and Sophie let out a low whistle of her own. Now she really wanted to lick all of him. Half hard and hanging to the left, his cock fit the rest of him. When her eyes did trail back up to meet his, he simply raised his brows at her. Getting the hint, Sophie leaned down and unzipped her boots before shimming out of her jeans. Standing, she reached for her panties only for Jax’s hands to stop her. When he’d moved she didn’t know, but the heat from his body rolled into her as his fingers teased along the band of her panties. Hooking his fingers in, he tugged them down. They stood there for a moment.

Jax stepped back first, running a hand through his hair before moving into the ensuite and starting the shower. Sophie took a deep breath before following him. Noting the SOA tattoo on his back, she licked her lips again. Gently, she reached out and trailed a finger along the edge of the reaper’s blade, loving the way Jax shivered under her touch.

When the water temperature met Jax’s standards, he held the curtain back so Sophie could step in. Perfectly warm water cascaded down her body. Closing her eyes, she turned her face up to allow the spray to wash across her skin, pull the grime and the sorrow from her face and wash down the drain.

“Nice ink,” Jax whispered against her ear as he plastered his torso to her back.

“Thanks.”

She felt his fingers trace along the rose petals inked into her skin. On each side, she had a black and grey rose with pink rose pedals floating up in parallel lines along her back. He pressed kisses along her shoulders before nipping her ear. His now soapy hands began to trace along her body in strong, sure strokes. She moaned as his hands moved around her stomach, up to cup her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples - making sure every inch of her body was covered in soap. As sensual as it was, she felt her muscles relaxing the more his hands moved over her skin. Even knowing she was wet enough he could slide in with no resistance, something about the moment indicated that he wouldn’t. He was taking care of her, and that realization nearly had her knees give out.

“I got you, babe,” Jax whispered, hand gripping her hip. “If you’re gonna be my Old Lady, it’s my job to take care of you.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her spine. “If you’re gonna be my Old Lady, there’s only two ways it works. I tell you nothing, or I tell you everything. Can’t be any in between.”

Sophie fought the urge to stiffen at the vague accusation in his tone. He continued to press kisses to her skin, so maybe she’d imagined it. Still, the knowledge of what she held back from Jax pressed against her. Gemma’s words from earlier floating back to her trust is a fragile thing. What would trusting Jax cost her? As secrets went, hers wasn’t really a secret. It’d been in the paper, well, a version of events had been. The court proceedings had been public record.

Her need to be the one to see the light leave Zobelle’s face kept her silent. She barely knew Jax. Knew he had secrets that could have far-reaching consequences - no outlaw biker had safe or insignificant secrets. Placing trust in the wrong person meant people died, and Sophie knew that firsthand, too. Too many engagements had gone sideways because the wrong person had said the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Sophie reached forward and turned the water off. Jax got out of the shower and held a towel out for her, allowing him to wrap it around her body before he quickly dried himself off. Not even him wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist distracted her from the dark, heavy place her thoughts had taken her. When Jax pulled one of his shirts over her head, she offered him a small smile. She might never buy clothes again.

“I only have one real secret, well, one I’m not sure I want to tell you,” Sophie whispered.

Jax cupped Sophie’s face. “Trust don’t happen overnight, I want this thing between us to work, want you on the back of my bike, wanna see my crow on your skin. That only happens if we trust each other.”

Sophie searched his eyes. He meant each word he said, and she wanted the same things. Times like this made her miss Olivia all the more because she’d know exactly what to say. But, nothing ever got accomplished by running away from it, from hiding. As she stood there staring at him, she realized something. She wanted him. She wanted the messy group of bikers who hovered and cursed and did bad, bad things. Olivia had tried describing it to her, but she hadn’t understood it all, not really, not like she did now standing in Jax’s shirt in the SAMCRO clubhouse. Since retiring, she missed her team. Missed having the camaraderie, the mutual respect and understanding. Jax deserved the opportunity to earn her trust, so show her that he respected her. Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

“My sister, Olivia, she married into an MC. Michael was the Sergent at Arms for the War Boys before Ethan Zobelle came into town. Now Olivia is dead and there’s no more War Boys MC in San Bernardino.”

Part 8

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