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Jax Teller tags

Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)

Jax ✖ (Thoughts)

Jax ✖ (Character Development)

Jax ✖ (Crack)

Jax ✖ (Headcanons)

VERSES:

V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax] - After the death of John Teller and even before, Jax is definitely a rebellious teenager. He doesn’t handle his father’s absence, death and his mother remarrying well. He finds love and that is something that helps him focus, but other than that, he get into trouble a lot and enjoys it.

V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect] - Jax may be the Prince of Charming, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to Prospect like everyone else. He has to learn to serve the guy his mom married, someone he’s always known. His hot headed temper leads him and others into trouble, along the way.

V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax] - Jax patches in, like was expected and his life revolves around club life, women and crime. It’s easier to not commit to women than deal with not being over the one who left. But, that doesn’t mean that he spends all his time pining away or anything like that.

V: Some days you’re the beamer, some days you’re the goddamned deer [Season One] - Jax is the VP of SAMCRO, Opie’s out of prision, Tara’s back in town, and his kid was born way too soon because of his junkie mom. There’s always a bunch of shit as Jax deals with feeling like shit matters more, now that he’s got a kid.

V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2] - After the death of Opie’s wife, Jax finds himself at odds with Clay, as they deal with a new group and Ethan Zobelle. He tries to balance it all, but finds himself wanting to be away from Clay and then seeking revenge for his mother.

V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3] - If Jax thought things were a mess before, there even worse now. The Irish stole his son and he doesn’t know how to get him back. He struggles with self-destructing and having to go to Ireland. There’s no one who self-destructs quite like Jax Teller.

V: I know you killed my father [Season 4] - Fresh out of prison, Jax has goals that are more than being a part of SAMCRO. He wants to get his family out of this and makes a deal with Clay how to do so. But old secrets and lies may keep that from happening as more things grow out of control and Jax finds himself torn between what’s best for his family and what’s best for his chosen family.

V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5] - It’s a new era of SAMCRO. Jax is President and wants to do things differently. But something shocks him to the core and takes away part of his heart, something that he’ll never get back. Dealing with the fallout is difficult and Jax learns the weight of being the King of SAMCRO.

V: My self-hate is so deep, so palpable [Season 6] - Things just keep getting worse. Jax’ marriage is a mess. The problems with the Irish seem to be getting worse all the time and he finds himself falling deeper and deeper losing his vision, and wondering what the brotherhood even is.

V I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7] - Jax wanted to do what he could to protect the club, but he’d never imagined the horrors of what happened at the end of season 6. Facing being a widowed father, he is a self-destructive mess, taking his anger and grief on anyone gets in his way. Mistakes are made and consequences have to be paid.

V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU] - Thought it is near impossible that it happened this way, Jax survives what happens at the end of Papa’s Goods. It takes him a long time, and the fallout from his emotional point at that time is still address. He’s not sure what happens now.

V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU] - Instead of going down 580, Jax found himself going up to Norco, meeting Wendy and Nero up there. Now, he’s got to decide if hiding out is worth it. What will his life mean now, and can he salvage the relationships he wants to?

V: He sees all my sins, He reads my soul [Time-jumps] - Time periods of various time jumps.

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#Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)#Jax ✖ (Thoughts)#Jax ✖ (Character Development)#Jax ✖ (Crack)#Jax ✖ (Headcanons)#V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax]#V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect]#V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax]#V: Some days you're the beamer. Some days you're the goddamned deer [Season One]#V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2]#V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3]#V: I know you killed my father [Season 4]#V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5]#V: My self hate is so deep...so palpable [Season 6]#V: I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7]#V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU]#V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU]#V: He sees all my sins. He reads my soul [Time-Jumps]#✖ [Character: Jax Teller]

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crowsandmurder · 2 years

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Repost of Jax’ Tags

because they’re being stupid

Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)

Jax ✖ You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage (Musings)

Jax ✖ (Character Development)

Jax ✖ (Crack)

Jax ✖ (Headcanons)

Jax ✖ (Photos)

V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax]

V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect],

V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax]

V: Some days you’re the beamer, some days you’re the goddamned deer [Season 1]

V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2]

V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3]

V: I know you killed my father [Season 4]

V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5]

V: My self-hate is so deep, so palpable [Season 6]

V: I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7]

V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU]

V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU]

V: He sees all my sins, He reads my soul [Time-jumps]

#Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)#Jax ✖ You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage (Musings)#Jax ✖ (Character Development)#Jax ✖ (Crack)#Jax ✖ (Headcanons)#Jax ✖ (Photos)#V: Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [Teen Jax]#V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect]#V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax]#V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2]#V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3]#V: Some days you’re the beamer some days you’re the goddamned deer [Season 1]#V: I know you killed my father [Season 4]#V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5]#V: My self-hate is so deep so palpable [Season 6]#V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU]#V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU]#V: He sees all my sins He reads my soul [Time-jumps]#V: I’m sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I’ve chosen [Season 7]#Jax tags

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We’ve Gone Way too Fast for Way too Long (Part Four) (Final)

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

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Warnings: Knives, blood, guns, drugs, someone getting knifed, some people get shot

Author’s Note: Here it is! The last and final part to my sister!reader x Jax Teller series! I’m glad you all loved it so much as I have. I would’ve loved to have a crossover between the two shows, but SOA has been over for a while (and it seems like supernatural won’t ever end). Now that this little series is over, I will be finishing up my Demon!Dean one and then finally finishing Standford!Sam. I hope you all have an amazing Sunday! The title is taken from Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy. – Haley xx

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

I gasped loudly as the sharp smack of a hand across my cheek woke me up. A hand snaked its way to the back of my head and pulled on my hair, making my head snap up. “Well, look who’s awake.” My eyes opened to see Romeo Parada crouching down to my eye level. “Y/N Winchester, Prince Jax’s old lady. It’s an honor to have you in my den.”

“Your den?” I asked him. I tore my eyes away from Parada and looked around at the run-down barn I was inside. Besides Parada, there were three more people pacing around us, and the one that had the iron grip on my ponytail. “This can’t be your den,” I sputtered out. “That would mean you were a….”

He laughed. “A werewolf. Exactly.”

I glared at him. “How many more members of the Galindo are wolves?”

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but all. See, we were doing good to hide it too. No one suspects that the bite marks and missing bodies to werewolves when the Galindo is running all over the west coast supplying that sweet cocaine to everyone. But Jax fucking Teller and the SAMCRO jackass bring you around and I knew who you were Y/N, the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Because you’re a piece of shit,” I spat into his face.

“No,” Parada chuckled, running a hand down my leg and cuffing my calf, “because I gave you that scar.”

That night flashed in front of my eyes as I kicked him away. I tried to move but the hand that had a hold of me kept me still. It was a few years ago, I was only nineteen. Dad had found a case in Arizona about chupacabras, expect it wasn’t and they were werewolves.

I don’t remember a lot about the fight that broke out between me and my family, just that the pack leader was vicious and more wolf than man, and he tried to kill me. That werewolf grabbed me as I was refilling my gun clip and tried to drag me back to its den. I managed to kick it off before it scratched me.

“Are you surprised to see me?” he asked.

“I’d rather be dead,” I said.

“Well, I can’t grant that request,” He said, standing up, “but I have something better for a Winchester.”

“Oh yeah, and what would that be.”

Romeo Parada laughed loudly as he walked over to the barn doors and opened them up. The Galindo was standing out there, as far as the eye could see. All of them wolfed out. “Becoming my new pet.”

Jax’s Point of view

I was squeezed into the back of Dean and Sam’s impala along with Juice and Opie. Clay had everyone else surrounding the warehouse and a few prospects stationed in the woods around it. With the Galindo being caught up in all of this, it means we need extra protecting. Especially now that Y/N is missing.

Her brothers said that she went off after a werewolf on her own and they weren’t able to track her down. Dean and Sam, hell, even Y/N put up a convincing argument about how werewolves and other things are real and that they hunt them, but it’s not true. It can’t be true.

Dean pulled up to the warehouse and we all got out. I fished my gun out from my waistband and watched Dean and Sam do the same thing. “It’s too quiet,” Opie said.

I nodded my head, “Where’s the prospect that was watching from earlier?” I asked, looking around.

“There was no one that was here when Y/N brought us,” Sam said. “Your prospect must be gone.”

“Or turned,” Dean put in.

Juice and I crept towards the warehouse doors and threw them open. It was empty. “Juice, check the cargo,” I said.

He nodded and ran towards the back room where we kept the cocaine the Galindo had trusted us to move for them, in return for money. Juice popped his head out from behind the door, “Everything’s here.”

“What’s your cargo?” Dean asked as he and Sam walked inside.

“Nothing, just something we promised to keep safe for the Galindo,” I said.

“As in, the Galindo that caused all of this and probably took Y/N,” Sam said.

I glared up at him. “This has nothing to do with you two. So, I suggest you kept your damn mouths shut.”

“Oh, but it does have something to do with us,” Dean said as I pushed passed them. “Our little sister is mixed up in with your bullshit.”

“And don’t think we’re so stupid,” Sam said, “we know what you SAMCRO bikers do. Whenever it comes to Y/N, we like to know if she’s okay and safe. So if that means we have to find every little piece of dirt on whoever she’s with,” Sam hissed, “then we will. And we did.”

“If that so-called cargo,” Dean said, using air quotes, “is cocaine, so help me God, I’ll kill you whenever we find Y/N.”

Y/N’s point of view

I could see day starting to break from under the barn doors, which meant that every wolf out there was starting to turn back to their normal human selves. I’m not sure if Parada was part of those kind of werewolves or if he was getting to the top and able to make himself transform whenever he wanted too.

I sighed and tried to move again. My arms and wrist ached as the rope that tied me down burned against my skin. After Parada told me his grand plan, he and the other members of the Galindo left, expect for the watchmen sitting by the door.

“Stop moving,” he hissed. “Don’t make me kill you before Parada comes back.”

I kept my mouth shut. I knew if I said something snarky, he would actually kill me. I would just have to sit here and be quiet until the moment came to run or kill the watchmen… or until Sam and Dean came back for me.

The barn doors open, and just like I saw, sunlight was filtering through the trees around us. Parada strutted inside with someone by his side. Over the stranger’s shoulder, I thought I saw a flash of a mohawk and blond hair. “So, this is Prince Jax’s old lady,” he said, pulling off his sunglasses. “Has Parada been taking care of you?”

I squinted my eyes at him and kept my mouth shut. The stranger looked over his shoulder at the watchmen and nodded. The watchmen stood up and walked over to me, grabbing me by the ponytail again and pulling hard, making me cry out.

“I asked you a question. Don’t make me repeat it.”

I grinded my teeth as the assholes stared at me. I’ve been tortured beyond belief; some high-ranking Galindo didn’t scare me.

“The chatting bitch doesn’t want to talk now,” Parada growled. He searched his pockets, pulled out a switchblade, and popped it.

“Parada, cut her ear off,” the stranger said, lighting up a cigarette.

“As you wish, Galindo.”

My eyes widen. That wasn’t just some high-ranking Galindo, that was Galindo. The head of the cocaine operation that SAMCRO was involved with. The head of this werewolf pack and now the one that ordered for me to lose an ear because I wouldn’t answer his bullshit question.

Parada stood a step closer to me and grabbed me by the head. The watchmen let go of my hair but moved his hands to clamp them over my mouth. “No. I want to hear her scream.”

This jackass was sick. The watchmen uncovered my mouth and Parada brought the knife closer to my ear. I felt the cold metal blade press flat against my skin.

“You have one more chance to answer the question,” Parada whispered to me.

“Fuck you,” I spat out.

I screamed as the blade was pressed into my skin. I felt blood pour down my face and neck and matte in my hair. There was gunshot that rang out and Parada pulled away from me and looked behind him. I kicked him in the crotch.

“You little bitch,” he hissed, cupping himself and trying to fall to the ground.

“Galindo, you son of a bitch,” I looked up and saw Clay standing there with a cigar in his mouth, but no Jax or my brothers anywhere.

“Ah, King Clay,” Galindo said, “where is your idiot of a stepson?”

“Right here, jackass,” Jax said. I turned in the seat I was in to see Jax, Opie, Juice and my brothers all behind me. Opie had the watchmen pinned to the ground. Jax walked passed me and up to Galindo.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Parada stand up from his bent over position and his face starting to change. It became hairy and his eyes went from their normal brown to wolf life. Parada could change on a whim.

I struggle to release my hands from still being tied up. I had to get Parada down before he could hurt Jax or someone else. My hands were free and I pushed myself up from the seat I had been on for hours and turned around, Juice was crouched behind the seat.

I nodded to him. I pressed one finger over my lips to keep him quiet and watched Parada more. No one was watching me, so whenever he made a move, I was going to jump. I didn’t have a gun or a silver knife on me, but just trying to keep him away would be good enough until Dean or Sam could shoot him.

Parada growled. His teeth had turned into fangs and his nails were long and pointed.

Everyone looked over at him, Jax and Clay both stood back and Galindo laughed. This is what he wanted. I was bait so he could lure Jax and the rest of SAMCRO and turned them. I took my opportunity when Parada howled and jumped on him, knocking him to the ground.

Several people yelled out my name as I wrestled a full grown werewolf to the ground. I heard more yelling and people fighting, and finally a gunshot.

More than one rang through the air and hit Parada. But one hit me.

Parada went limp on the barn floor and I rolled over onto the hay and clutched my side. My vision was going hazy but the only thing I saw the blond hair and scratched up face of Jax. “Holy shit, darlin’,” he said.

Jax slid an arm under me and pulled me into his lap. “I’m fine,” I whispered. “I’ve been shot before.” Jax looked up and around, he was saying something to someone, but my hearing was fading. He was fading. I grabbed the edge of his leather cut and said, “I love you.”

I opened up my eyes slowly. The bright light above me hurt my eyes and caused me to squint. I saw my brothers, sitting on the small couch opposite of me, snoozing away, but no Jax.

I tried to sit up, but gasped and held my side. Dean and Sam sat up fast and rushed over to me. “Holy shit,” Dean said. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Where’s Jax?” I asked him.

Dean looked over at Sam. Sam cleared his throat. “We made him leave.”

Tears flooded my eyes. “Why? I want Jax.”

“Whoa, Y/N, just calm down. You had a bullet dig out of you. You’re tired and doped up,” Dean said, trying to push me back onto the bed.

“I want my boyfriend,” I told him. “Where is he? Is he hurt?”

“Y/N, he’s the one that shot you,” Sam whispered. “He was aiming for Parada, and Galindo knocked his gun out of the way when he fired.”

“I don’t care,” I said, crying. “I want Jax. Where is Jax?”

“Y/N, he doesn’t even believe us about the werewolves,” Dean said, “why would you want to be with him?”

I pushed him and Sam away. “Y/N, that SAMCRO gang is not where you belong,” Sam said. “You’re a hunter, not a drug dealer.”

I gripped the side of the hospital bed and swung my feet over. “Y/N, you can’t get out of bed,” Dean warned, grabbing my arm.

I pulled away from him and hoisted myself up and tried to walk. My legs buckled underneath me, making me crash to the floor. Sam sighed and helped me up, but I pushed him away and tried for the door.

When I opened it, Dean and Sam rushed towards me, each grabbed an arm. “Y/N, you need to go back to bed. You’ve even pulled out your i.v.,” Sam said.

“Fuck that and fuck you two,” I spat, making us move down the hallway.

“Glad to know that Dad’s spirit made its way to one of us,” Dean mumbled.

“Y/N, baby, what in the hell are you doing?” I looked around the corner and saw Gemma there holding Abel. Abel my sweet blond hair baby reached out for me.

“Oh God, Abel, momma’s here,” I said, taking him from Gemma. Abel wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face in my gown.

“Momma, what’s wrong with your ear?” he asked.

Memories of Parada cutting my ear flashed back in my mind as I held Abel tighter. “I’m fine,” I whispered, holding him tight. “And I’ll never let anything hurt you. I love you so much, Abel.”

“Gemma, where is Y/N? She’s not in the damn room.” Around the corner to stand next to his mom, was Jax. He stopped when he was me cradling Abel. “You should be in bed, resting.”

“I wanted to see you,” I whispered, trying to step near him but almost tripping over my own two feet. Sam and Gemma caught me while Dean went to go find a wheelchair for me to sit in.

“She’s too stubborn to stay in her room,” Dean said. Jax took Abel and I slowly sat down in the chair.

“Momma, are you sure you’re okay?” Abel asked me.

“Yeah,” I winced as I leaned against the back of the wheelchair. “I’m just sore.”

“Why does this kid keep calling you mom?” Dean asked.

“She’s my momma,” Abel said, squirming out of Jax’s arms. Jax put him down and Abel ran to me. I scooped him up and placed him in my lap.

“He’s my son,” Jax said, smiling slightly as Abel kissed my cheek. “Y/N took on the role of mom ever since we’ve been together.”

“I love him more than anything,” I said, looking up at my brothers. “He’s why I stay in Charming. Him and Jax and Gemma and Clay and the rest of Sons. I love them all. And you can’t take them away from me. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“Y/N – “ Sam started.

“No, Sam. I’m old enough to make my own decisions. That’s why I didn’t stay with you all and Dad. I want a life and a family. I love Jax Teller with all my being and just because I got hurt or Sons got mixed up in something that we obviously didn’t know would turn out like it did, doesn’t mean you get to dictate my life. You can’t keep me away from Jackson. I don’t care if you don’t like him.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt, darlin’,” Jax said, crouching down to look at me. “I knew we shouldn’t have got into business with Galindo, but I didn’t think that they were... what they were.” Jax looked at me and Abel, keeping his words to a minimum, not to scare him.

“I tried to tell you. I tried to warn you,” I whispered, tears forming again.

“I know, and I’m an idiot not for listening. And you were hurt. All because of me.”

“I’m fine, Jax. I’ve been hurt worse. I promise,” I said, reaching out and cupping his chin.

“I love you, Y/N Winchester, more than anything. And the craziness that has been this past day has proved it. You’re too good for me and Abel.”

“I love you too, Jackson,” I smiled.

“Can I ask her now?” Abel asked, looking at Jax. Jax nodded his head and Abel grinned real wide.

“Ask me what?” I questioned, looking at Able.

“Will you marry daddy?”

I gasped loudly and pulled Jax to me, kissing him hard. “I guess that means yes,” Gemma said from behind us.

Jax’s hand roamed down my side and squeezed hard, causing me to whine and pull away from him. “Wrong side to do that,” I whispered.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispered, giving me another kiss.

“I guess that means you’ll be Y/N Teller soon,” Dean said.

I looked up and saw him acting moody but Sam grinning. “You know that means you two have to be in the wedding.”

Dean groaned. “Sounds fine with me,” Sam said.

“Listen,” Dean said to Jax. Jax stood up and held out his hand for Dean to shake.

“Nah, man, I know. Y/N’s your sister.”

“Good,” Dean said, shaking his hand, then Sam doing the same thing.

“Because we will kill you if this happens again,” Sam said.

Confusion flashed across my face. “What are you all talking about?” I asked.

“Nothing baby,” Jax said. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

Jax walked around to the back of the wheelchair I was in to push me back down the hallway. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, running my thumb over his knuckles. Jax leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you more.”

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 19

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Chapter 19

Lee

My body aches deliciously as I stretch my arms above my head and open my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the window. I blink, slowly adjusting. I’m shocked I’m not still sleeping. The buzz of the phone beside the bed catches my attention. That’s why. Oh my, God, it’s got to be Journee. I wiggle free from the band of Jax’s arm and grab the phone.

J: The V-Card is gone and oh my God. It was everything I hoped it would be. I’m literally texting you from the bathtub I’m currently soaking in because Chibs put in work.

I giggle.

L: Babe, I’m so happy for you. Poor pretty Kitty got wrecked, didn’t it?

J: Deliciously so. But I’m assuming yours is the same?

L: I’m not in a bath yet, but I will be soon.

J: Yay! Did you like my gift?

L: Yes, you meddlesome bastard. It was a nice touch.

J: Good. I hope you can walk okay because we got to do this shit all over again at sunset.

I laugh out loud.

“Hmm?” Jax grumbles sleepily.

“It’s nothing I’m talking to Baby J.”

“Tell her congrats,” he mumbles as he snuggles in behind me.

L: J says congrats on losing the V-Card.

J: Tell that punk I said, you’re welcome.

“She says you’re welcome,” I say laughing.

“Aww come on, that brat knows I love her by now,” He mutters, his lips ghost across my neck.

L: He says you know he loves you.

J: Just tell him you need to be able to actually walk down the aisle again today.

L: Pot meet kettle.

J: Why do you think I’m in the tub? :P

L: You’re ridiculous, and I love you, Mrs. Telford.

J: That’s never going to get old. Gotta go Daddy said my wifey time is up for now…

Her happiness is radiating through the phone, and it makes me grin. She deserved this. They both do. I snuggle back into Jax and groan as I realize it’s already eleven.

“Babe we have to get up. We got to do shit for the Samcro wedding.

“Fucking hell. If I didn’t love her…”

“The fear of your mother would still make you do it.”

He pokes my side, and I giggle.

“Shut it you.” He rolls me over onto my back. “ I ain’t the only one afraid of hell on wheels. Good morning.” He places a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Morning,” I say as I run my hands through his soft hair.

“Last night was amazing.”

“I know. So amazing I need to soak in a bath.”

He laughs.

“Room service?”

“Only way we’re not going be horrifically late,” I say.

“You call and order. I’ll start the bath.”

“Perfect.” He rolls out of bed, and I admire his ass as he walks across the room. “And I want bubbles.”

“Yes, your highness,” he tosses over his shoulder with a laugh.

“It would be only fitting Little Prince.”

I order two breakfast platters with eggs, bacon, toast, oatmeal and fresh fruit. We’ve worked up an appetite, and I know I’m going to need to be fortified to get through this grand production. Yesterday ran smoother because Sugar took the lead. She has an easy going style that trickled down. Gemma… does not. She’s high energy without being perky and has a way of making everything seem urgent. This is the first chance she’s ever gotten to play the mother of the bride, and see one of her “Boys” married , so she’s living up to her role of Momster.

“Bath’s ready baby.” Jax’s voice calls to me.

I push myself to a sitting position and wince gingerly as I crawl out of bed. I wasn’t kidding about needing the hot water. It's been awhile since I had a dick inside me, and we didn’t stop until we literally passed out. I lost track of how many times we went at it. That’s what happen when you have years of build-up. I walk in, and he narrows his gaze.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little sore in the best possible way. Don’t worry. The hot water will do the trick. It’s just been a long time since I was with anyone other than J.”

“Other than J. Still getting used to that plot twist. Should’ve known, though. You two are abnormally close.”

I pout. “No, we’re not.”

“Hey. She’s the only person I’d ever share you with, and I get to enjoy it. I’m not complaining.”

“You need an ally to survive around here.”

“That’s true.” He holds out his hand and helps me step into the water. I moan as the heat penetrates my skin and my muscles begin to relax.

“Too hot?”

“No, just right.”

He grins. “Scoot up.”

If you’d told me I’d be in a tub with my boyfriend, Jackson Teller, a year ago I would’ve laughed in your face, now I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.

I lean back against his solid chest and enjoy the silence before the craziness to come. “Your mother is going to grill us.” I say with a sigh.

“Yeah, but not today. She’ll be too busy making sure everything is perfect. Believe me, I calculated this before I made my decision to come out.”

“You little schemer.”

He chuckles and the vibration works its way through me. Silence falls as we soap one another and wash off.

“I’ll get out to get the food you relax.” He places a kiss on my forehead as he climbs from the bath.

I nod happily and add more hot water. Jackson isn’t small. It’ll take some adjusting to his size, and I am so okay with that.

I slip out of the tub when the water turns cold and dry off. Jax is dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with breakfast set on the table.

“You trying to get back into my pants, Teller?”

“Pretty much my main goal from here on out.”

I laugh. “Let me get dressed. Then we can eat and join the insanity.”

It feels good to be at the table with Jax like this. I rest my feet in his lap and soak up his presence as I demolish everything on my plate. A girl could get used to this.

***

“Well look who decided to show up,” Gemma says as we enter the building.

I bat my lashes.

“Hey, Mama Gem.”

“Don’t you think you got away with anything, I’m just too damn busy to have the conversation I want to with you. Don’t worry we’ll be doing it later,” She says as she hugs me and kisses my cheek. “You hear from your sister? Is she still alive? Is Chibs? He’s got his hands full there.”

I laugh. “Both are alive and blissfully happy.”

“Good.” She moves on to hug Jax, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Jax winks at me over her shoulder, and I roll my eyes. Cocky shit.

“What do you need us to do, Ma?” he asks.

“You are going to make sure those Prospects don’t’ fuck anything up, and when I get Chibs here, you need to keep him away from his bride until the ceremony, or they may never make it down the aisle. I ain’t never seen a man so damn besotted.” She shakes her head, and I laugh.

“And you giggles...” She points at me. “You go collect her and start getting her ready for her big day.”

My laughter stops. Daddy is going to love this interruption.

“Alright. Let me go now. This might take awhile. I may need to borrow a pry bar from the garage too,” I say.

“See you later baby,” Jax says planting a sweet kiss on my lips I know is for his mother. I hide my chuckle as she melts and head out to my car, which I left parked here. I’m excited to see Journee and truth be told I’m glad I’m the first one to get to see her post a v-card loss. I just know she’ll have a special kind of glow. I start up the car and pull away from the lot, happy to be leaving the craziness.

Brothers have poured in from all the nearest charters, the crows are out full force trying to be taken home when they go, and in some instances, tempers are flaring. The only thing keeping Tig from punching Koz out right now is his love for Chibs. He wouldn’t do anything to ruin his best friend’s wedding day or their “wifey’s”. It makes me happy that the people I love most care so much about one another. A small, loyal circle is the only thing I’ve ever wanted. I’d rather have four quarters than one-hundred pennies as Gram used to say.

I knock on the door shocked I’m not hearing animalistic sounds coming through the wall. Journee opens the door in a white velour jumpsuit I swear I haven’t seen before. Her face is lit with the glow from within, and for a moment I’m speechless.

“Journee you look so beautiful.”

She laughs. “What? I don’t have any makeup on. You just saw me all dolled up to the nines.”

“Can’t hold a candle to you right now.” I pull her into a tight hug.

“I can say the same for you , Harley Haven. Jesus. He must have put it down too.”

“Oh yeah.” We both giggle before she pulls away and invites me in.

“New outfit?”

She squeals. “Yes, Look.” She turns and I laugh at the Mrs. Teleford written on the back in rhinestones and Just Married across her thick ass. I pat her ass gently. “Very nice. From Mr. Telford I assume.”

She nods her head. “He knew my size and everything. Can you believe it?”

“With the way that man is. I’d be shocked if he didn’t know your damn period cycle.”

She glances away, and I laugh. “Oh, he does. Where is the Mr.?”

“Finishing getting ready in the bathroom. I had to bribe him with a little present to hold him over to get out of bed,” She says tapping her lips. I laugh. Now that they’re married it looked like the shoe was on the other foot. He’s the one who’s done giving a fuck about wedding and ceremonies.

“Already getting sneaky and persuasive,” I tease.

She shook her head. “NO, the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can come back here.”

I laugh. “I think he’s created a monster.”

She nods happily. “Oh my God, we left after the kiss. Thank you for the cover by the way. How did everyone take it?”

“Mixed bag of shock, I knew its and congratulations. All positive.”

“Damn I bet Gem was gloating.” “Oh, hell yeah. She’s as pleased as a pig in mud right now. Her girls are paired off with Sons.”

“Only took thirty years,” Journee said dryly.

“Is that your wife I hear?” Chibs asks strolling out of the bathroom looking like a completely different man. His hair is starting to grow out from his close cut, and he looks younger than I’ve seen him look in years. I struggle to keep my jaw from dropping at the transformation.

“Congrats Mr. Journee,” I say

He chuckles. “Aye. Laugh it up. I’ll be her bitch any time as long as she remembers who her Daddy is.” My eyes bulge, married has changed him in more ways than appearance.

She laughs. “Wicked Scotsman.”

“Don’t ye forget it. They sent you to collect us I keen?”

I nod my head. “Yeah, but I was happy to go. It’s a mad house.”

“Which is why we’ve been hiding out here.”

“OH, I’m sure that’s why ” I say as he smirks and gives me a playful wink.

“You ready for me to deliver you to Jax. He’s supposed to keep the two of you separated. Gem’s orders, so don’t shoot the messenger.”

“Jesus, Christ, we’re already married. I don’t wanna be apart from her any more than I have to.”

“I know. You know how Gem is, though.”

“Aye. A right devil woman when she wants something. I’ll say me goodbyes now and ride me bike there. I’ll need the peace on the road to keep from blowing up on someone today.”

Journee pouts. “Ahh none of that now,” he says pinching her chin lightly.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too, love. But soon I promise you there’ll be nothing but time for us.”

She cocks her head to the side, and I bite my inner cheek to hide my grin. It’s hard to surprise her, but this we nailed.

“Give Daddy a kiss love and don’t make it too hard on me.” He twines his fingers in her hair and pulls her to him. He tugs her down and devours her mouth with a passion that has my libido thrumming. Yeah, they won’t be leaving the bed for half of their honeymoon. He stands her back on her feet and lifts her hand to kiss her ring finger. “Love you, “

“Love you too. Wait, Filip, Shouldn’t you take my ring.”

He scowls. “No. I’ll take it off when I meet you at the altar. I don’t want it off your finger for that long. Keep her company and don’t let Gem drive her crazy today, eh?”

“I’m on it Chibby.” He kisses my cheek and walks out with a new confident swagger I swear he didn’t possess before.

The door closes behind him, and I turn to Journee. “Jesus is your vagina magical? He’s like a brand new man.”

She laughs. “He’s just showing you what I’ve gotten to see for years. He’s private is all. I can’t wait to see J.” She rubs her hands together. “I’m going to give him so much shit. All those years of telling me to shut up J, when I pointed out, he was acting like a jealous boyfriend instead of a bestie.”

“Evil woman. What do we need to get out of here?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing Gem has everything because, you know why wouldn’t she?” Journee grabs her purse off the table, and we head out of the hotel.

“I want to hear more about you and J.”

“Um no V-card loss tops that. How was it?”

“God everything. I was nervous, but he had me so damn hot for him, I quickly forgot that. He didn’t even take off my dress Lee.”

“What!” The picture she painted was straight out of old-fashioned romance. “Your man is one romantic motherfucker.”

She laughs “ I know. I can’t believe he’s finally mine.”

“I know the feeling. Jax is by far the biggest man I’ve ever been with. My kitty was crying uncle this morning before I got into the tub.”

Journee laughs, and we link arms as we headed towards the elevator.

“I know that feeling well, my friend,” she says. “I bet. Chibs got a big one?”

“Big, thick, and damn tasty.”

I laugh. “You were always such a cum whore.”

“What? I like what I like.”

“I know.”

“Sides, Chibs has some very specific ideas for that cum.”

“Oh my God. Are you two trying?” I whisper.

“Shit. Ma and Pa Telford are ready to move on from their firstborn to baby number two?” “I think he’s more afraid it’ll take awhile. Normally it does take up to a year to be successful, and I know he’s worried about his age being a factor. It’s been a dream of mine for years. I’m ready when it happens, and if it doesn’t yet, I’m having a shit ton of fun trying.”

We step into the elevator, and I can’t stop grinning. Considering her Juice’s mom might be off to outsiders, but to us it’s normal. He was looking for a motherly figure, and Chibs is like a father to so many of the brothers, why wouldn’t she take on that role? Hell, now that my mind is wired to think it I swear their smiles have started to look identical. It's like when someone adopts a child, and suddenly you realize all the similarities they have with their non-birth parents.

“What about you and J? In it for the long run?”

“That remains to be seen. You know me and my luck with men, or should I say lack of.”

“No, this is different, and to be fair, all my predictions have come true. I’m Mrs. Chibs Telford, and you are so head over heels for Jackson Teller it isn’t funny, and vice versa.”

“Dude you were fifteen when you said that.”

“U-huh. Doesn’t make me any less right.”

“Okay, Gemma,” I say sarcastically as we reach the ground floor and walk out toward the car.

“Oh no, that was just a mean pot shot.”

“No, I’m just telling you who you sound like.”

“Humph.”

***

Journee

I can’t even put the way I feel into words. I’m married. Filip is not just my boyfriend or my old man. He’s my husband. He married me in a full-scale Catholic ceremony with all the trimmings in a Kilt. Not even my fifteen-year-old brain could make that up. I run my fingers over the bags as we prepare for the wedding in one of the many bungalows we’ve rented out by the beach. Yesterday I was still a girl. I wore a white dress and a veil, and my parents gave me away. Today is different. I’m a married woman being given away by Gemma and Clay because as the King and Queen of Samcro it’s their right. I have GB’ ties, but Chibs is my old man.

I unzip the dress and trail my fingers down the pale blue dress adorned with pink, pale blue and pale purple 3d applique flowers. It’s no secret what went on last night. This is my way to announce it to the world. Journee Telford is all woman, and all her old man’s. The deep V put the first dresses dip to shame and has to be secured by carefully placed double sided tape.

“Are you ready to get dressed, baby girl?” Gemma asks.

“I’m so ready.”

“I think what she’s ready for is the honeymoon,” My mother says.

“Ma.”

“I’m sure she got a preview last night,” Gemma says dryly.

“Can we not talk about my sex life?” I ask as they all laugh.

Today is for my Samcro family. I’ll have Lee at my side, and Chibs will have Tig. I knew yesterday was for me. It’s why Jax was at his side instead of his bestie. This way everyone will be happy. It’s funny how particular these men can be. People think they’re unfeeling, but they couldn’t be more mistaken. I slip out of my jogging suit and the ladies begin to giggle.

“Damn Savage Scot,” Gemma says as she clucks her tongue.

“You’re right we don’t need to talk about your sex life when we can see it.”

“What?”

I twist to the left and right scanning my body.

“Oh, babe. Your man is wicked,” Lee says.

“Tell me.”

“He left you a little present,” Gemma says.

Lee takes my hand and guides me to the bathroom. I glance in the window and giggle at the hickeys in the shape of a heart on my back.

“She’s not even upset. How is that going to look when she walks down the aisle?” Gemma asks.

“Like she got loved well last night,” Mom says.

“When he said he was possessive, I should’ve listened,” I say dryly.

“We need to send a Crow to go get some cover up,” Gemma says.

“No. It stays. He did for a reason,” I say.

“Is your dress going to cover that?” Gemma asks.

“Nope.” I pop the p and ignore her muttering. I like being claimed. Chibs never makes me feel less then or undeserving of his love. If others can’t understand that. It’s on them, not me.

“Let’s get you dressed pretty girl. It’ going to take a lot of taping to keep those mountains from being on display,” Lee says.

“You should talk chesty La rue.”

“Yeah but my dress doesn’t have a v to my belly button,” she teased as she runs her hands down the dark blue material of the dress with a sheer back of the same color and a hem adorned with blue roses that matches my dress.

“Hey, I gave you pockets.”

“You did, and the dress is gorgeous by the way.”

“Only the best for you,” I say blowing her a kiss.

“This generation always has to do it their way,” Gemma mumbles as she comes over and pulls out the dress. “This is beautiful, baby.”

“Thanks, Ma,” I say as her irritation slips away. Gem’s funny like that. She gets upset, but she doesn’t hold on to it…not for her girls.

They help me in my dress, and I swear it’s an entire lifetime since I did this last night. I don’t feel like the same person.

“You want me to put your hair up?” My mother asks.

“No, he’d want it down,” I say shyly.

“Oh My God, you two are so sweet you’re going to give me cavities,” Gemma says with a grin.

“You told me to take care off your boy didn’t you?” I ask.

“I never even had to ask with you,” She says pulling me into a hug.

“Crown,” My mother say as she walks over with the crown made from white roses, thistles, and a tiny purple flower I’m not familiar with. Once I’m dressed and draped in a black robe, Aunt Luanne comes in with her makeup artist.

“Baby you look beautiful!”

“Thanks, Aunt Luanne.”

“Wait till you see the present her old man left her,” Gemma mumbles.

I roll my eyes and Lee smirks, glad for once she’s not taking the brunt of Gemma’s helpful comments.

“I think it’s sweet,” My mom says.

“Thank you, Mama.”

“It’s nice to know your old man is so passionate about you,” she says with a wink. “Not sure your Dad will agree.”

“Oh, God,” I fight the urge to cover my face as the makeup artist begins to work. Twenty minutes later I have a beachy glow, kissable lips, and wide eyes. My mother Steps up fluffing, wetting my hair with a spray bottle full of water and curl activator, and arranging my curls carefully before she places the crown on my head.

“You’re all done baby, and you are stunning.”

I kiss her cheek. “Thank you, Mama.”

“Are you wearing shoes?” Gemma asks.

I shake my head, pull up my dress and show her my bare feet that read Just Married… Again.

She laughs. “Only you. Come on, let’s get down there. We don’t want to miss the sunset.”

I’m surrounded by an entourage of women who’ve meant everything to me growing up, and it makes my throat swell and my eyes water. It feels like a different sort of giving away today. We reach the end of the makeshift wooden aisle on the beach, and I’m astonished by the sight of rows, and rows and rows of cut wearing brothers spread out over the sand in white folding chairs. The end of the aisles are adorned with simple floral displays made of the same thistle and white roses. They dangle on hooks and create a classic, rustic, and natural vibe that remind me so much of my husband. Husband, I love this word.

I spot Juice over by the side manning the music and a video camera. He aims at me and waves. I blow him a kiss. The maternal feelings I hold toward that boy grows by the day. If he was closer, I’d be kissing his cheek. Lee kisses my cheek as Tig walks over and offers her his arm.

“You look gorgeous, Lips,” he says kissing my cheek.

“Thanks, Tiggy. Go keep my man from sneaking a peak will you?”

He chuckles. “I’ll do my best. You ready baby doll? You look beautiful. ” He says to Lee.

“I am,” she says.

They nod to Juicy who cues up White Wedding by Billy Idol. I giggle along with the others attending as I remain around the curb where Filip can’t see me just yet.

“Jesus, the marriage and the ring the size of a small planet wasn’t enough to let everyone know you were his,” Clay says as he walks up beside me.

I give a small laugh. “Apparently not.”

“Oh, hush, I think it’s sweet,” Gem says as I choke on my tongue trying not to laugh. That woman was one of a kind.

Tig and Lee take their place and Juice fades out and starts Walk the Line. Filip turns and the dropped jaw and sparkle in his brown eyes compel me from all the way down the aisle. The bikers stand, and we begin the walk. The murmur and chuckles tell me the heart’s been noticed. Clay laughs beside me, and we’re all grinning when we reach the end, and I’m given away. He pulls my ring off and holds it in his hand as we turn to the priest. The rest is a blur as his eyes smolder with the promise of all the naughty things we’re going to do tonight. My pussy slicks and suddenly he’s reciting the biker oath, and I have no clue how we breezed through the ceremony. He dips me and kisses me deep, fucking me with his mouth. I dig my nails into the back of his neck and respond in kind. Whistles and claps go up as he rights me and grabs my hand. All you Need is Love plays as we make our way down the aisle to thunderous applause. You forget how big the SONs are until you get them all in one place. We reach the end of the aisle, and I lift my dress to walk over toward the area where the photographer is literally waiting, camera in hand.

“Love, I have to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

“We’re leaving for our honeymoon tomorrow to Scotland.”

My jaw drops and the camera begins to click. I throw myself into his arms as he laughs and spins me around. “ You’re the fucking best.” I cover his face with kisses and fall even deeper in love with the man whom I now share a last name with.

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Jax Teller Tags

Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)

Jax ✖ (Thoughts)

Jax ✖ (Character Development)

Jax ✖ (Crack)

Jax ✖ (Headcanons)

Jax ✖ (Photos)

Jax ✖ (Starter Call)

VERSES:

V I'm sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I've chosen [Season 7] - Jax wanted to do what he could to protect the club, but he’d never imagined the horrors of what happened at the end of season 6. Facing being a widowed father, he is a self-destructive mess, taking his anger and grief on anyone gets in his way. Mistakes are made and consequences have to be paid.

V: He sees all my sins, He reads my soul [Time-jumps] - Time periods of various time jumps.

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#tags #Jax ✖ (Aesthetics)#Jax ✖ (Thoughts)#Jax ✖ (Character Development)#Jax ✖ (Crack)#Jax ✖ (Headcanons)#Jax ✖ (Photos)#Jax ✖ (Starter Call)#v: rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive [teen jax]#V: The Prince Prospects [Jax as a Prospect]#V: All I ever wanted was a Harley and a Kutte [Pre-Show SAMCRO Jax]#V: Some days you’re the beamer some days you’re the goddamned deer [Season One]#V: I’m not the one out there murdering women! [Season 2]#V: It’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better [Season 3]#V: I know you killed my father [Season 4]#V: You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage [Season 5]#V: My self-hate is so deep so palpable [Season 6]#V I'm sorry that the family I was given has created so much chaos in the family I've chosen [Season 7]#V: The crow no longer speaks to me [Surviving AU]#V: Soar on my Wings [Canon Divergent AU]#V: He sees all my sins He reads my soul [Time-jumps]

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