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Rinsing Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao

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The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.

You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.

“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.

“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.

“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”

“What is?”

The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”

“Water park was your idea, remember.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”

He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”

You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.

Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.

“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.

“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”

Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.

Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.

“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.

You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”

“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

The two of you continued down the hall. When you got to the doorway of your bedroom, you thought that Jax was going to veer off and head right to bed, but he stayed right with you. You laughed quietly as he pulled you so that you were walking in front of him, his chest pressed up against your back as he snaked his arms around your waist. You fought the urge to raise your shoulders as he peppered the side of your neck with kisses, his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin there. You could feel the vibration of his laughter against you, and you wished that you could just completely melt back into him.

You shut the bathroom door almost all the way before walking over and turning the water on. Steam instantly started to fog up the glass panels encasing the shower, and even though you weren’t even under the showerhead yet, you already felt better.

Turning around, you saw Jax was already stripped down to his boxers, sliding the rings off his fingers to discard on the sink counter, all of them except one. You smiled as you instinctively traced your thumb along the inside of your wedding band. Shaking your head at yourself, you started peeling over your clothes as well, starting with your shirt.

You reached back to undo the tie on the neck of your bikini, but before you could, Jax was already working to undo the knot. You smiled, allowing him to undo both that knot, and the one at the center of your back, causing the top to fall to the ground.

He stepped in closer to you, reaching around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts, and you couldn’t help but to laugh, “I can do this part myself, you know.”

“You’re the one who said you were tired,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he kissed your bare shoulder, “I’m just tryin’ to help.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, “Such a gentleman.”

Both your sets of clothes were in a pile on the floor as you finally stepped underneath the stream of water coming from the showerhead. You shut your eyes, letting it wash over you, your muscles instantly relaxing at the end of a good, but still long and tiring, day. You ran your hands over your face and back over your head, fingers raking lightly along your scalp.

A few seconds later, you felt Jax’s hands rest on your shoulders, and you immediately let out a hum of approval as you leaned back against him. His thumbs massaged little circles into your muscles and you were almost convinced that you were going to turn to jello and wash down the drain with the hot water.

Sliding his hands down so that they were resting on your hips, he kissed your shoulder, “I love you.”

You turned around to face him, water running down your back and his chest before pulling yourself up against him. You kissed him on the lips, “I love you too.”

Unable to fight the urge, you reached up and ran your fingers through his now-dripping hair, slicking it back out of his face. You repeated the motion a few times, smiling at the way his eyes shut as he soaked up the tender gesture. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him again, hands sliding down so that you were cupping his face.

He smiled against your lips, wrapping his arms tighter around you as his lips worked against yours. His hands slid down from your hips onto your ass, squeezing you as he carefully moved you so that you were pinned between him and the cool glass panel of the shower. The hot water continued to trickle down each of your bodies, the original reason for the shower becoming an afterthought as he hiked your legs up around his waist, wasting no time as he easily slid into you.

You moaned quietly into his mouth at the sensation, gripping onto his shoulders, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding over and under yours as he set a slow, almost gentle pace. If he hadn’t kept you pinned so snug between him and the glass, you knew that you would’ve crumpled right to the floor from the pleasure of it all.

He pulled his lips away from yours, latching them onto your neck right in the space where it met your shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. One of your hands stayed braced against his shoulder, the other finding its way to the back of his head, not wanting to give up on all the sensations he was pulling from you.

The soft grunts that fell from his lips were like music to your ears. His grip on you was tight, strong, but not brutal the way that it sometimes got. No matter what, you could always feel how much he loved you, but moments like that, when he was almost loving you softly, it always felt like the two of you were on an entirely different level.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried yourself against him as you gasped, each long, slow stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Jax could feel it, too. He huffed out something reminiscent of a laugh as he kissed your shoulder, prompting you to pull your face from the crook of his neck so you could look at him. Water was dripping off the ends of his eyelashes and onto his face, and that was the visual that was burned into your brain as he leaned in, pressing a searing kiss against your lips as his pace picked up.

You moaned softly, his name falling from your lips as he sent you over the edge. You did your best to cling to him through your high, your nails clawing at his back. Even with his lips pressed against yours, you felt him suck in a gasp as his hips stuttered. The quiet curses that he mumbled against your skin as he came inside you got your lips to curl into a smile. Then it was his turn to fight to catch his breath and keep his balance.

He leaned against you, not only keeping you braced between him and the shower wall, but also giving him something to lean into to keep his balance. You knew it, too, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you kissed him softly on the lips.

You traced your fingers down the side of his face, “I love you.”

He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

He slid his hands so that they were braced against the backs of your thighs. He carefully pulled back sliding out of you before letting your feet drop back to the floor. He kept a tight hold on your waist, making sure that your legs weren’t going to give out on you. Even though your forehead was resting against his shoulder, you could still sense the smirk that was on his face.

“Jax?”

“Yea, babe?” he kissed the side of your head.

“I still need to wash all the chlorine off,” you chuckled.

He laughed, pulling away from you so that he could grab the bottle of body wash, “C’mon, then, we’ll do what you came here for.”

“Now that we did what you came here for?” you joked.

He shot you a wink as he handed the bottle over to you, “Exactly.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him but you did set about scrubbing yourself down and washing the pool water and chemicals out of your hair. You knew it was an exaggeration, but you could’ve sworn that you felt it all glide down off your body with the soap suds. Jax did the same, each of you taking turns rinsing off underneath the stream of water. Neither of you said much, just sharing little looks and laughs and light touches as you maneuvered around each other with the ease and comfort of two people who had done this song and dance countless times before.

Every now and then his hands would stray a little too low, and you knew that if you hadn’t been so tired from the day, he might’ve gotten a little more out of you. He knew it, too, which was why he laughed when you playfully swatted his hands away.

When you were both done, you reached and shut the water off. Jax pushed the shower door open, steam immediately spilling out of the small enclosed space into the expanse of the bathroom. Reaching out, you grabbed towels for each of you before stepping out to give yourself some room to dry off without accidentally smacking him in the face with the towel.

You were just finishing tying the towel around you like the world’s shortest dress when Jax lifted you up off the ground. You yelped, trying to tone it back down into quiet laughter so you wouldn’t wake the boys who were asleep just down the hall. Jax laughed, kissing you on the lips as he pushed the bathroom door all the way open and started making his way towards your bedroom, towel wrapped low on his hips.

“What?” he smirked at you, “You’re the one who was asking if I could carry you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling, “That’s true.”

Walking into the room, he gently set you down on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed you slowly, softly on the lips, one hand cupping the side of your face. You leaned into him, bringing one hand to rest over his while the other drifted down to his waist. Before he could try and stop you, you tugged the towel, making it pool into a pile of fabric at his feet. Pulling out of the kiss both of you broke into quiet laughter.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he shook his head as he went and grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser.

“But you love me,” you said grabbing the shirt you’d slept in the night before from the foot of the bed.

“Yea,” he conceded with a grin as he walked back over, grabbing your towel so he could hang them both on the hooks on the back of the door, “I do.”

You watched him as you crawled over to your side of the bed, shimmying down underneath the covers. He turned back around to you, a soft smile on his face as he turned the lights off and made his way towards the bed, crawling in beside you.

You got as close as you could to him, letting your legs entwine with his as he rested his hand on your waist, slipping it underneath the oversized shirt that you always slept in. Your heads each rested on your own pillows, but barely, your noses brushing against each other’s. Even though it was dark, you could still make out the smile on his face.

“You know,” your voice was a whisper, “being in bed before ten really isn’t that bad.”

He chuckled, “No?”

“No,” you trailed your fingers through his short beard, “Might not be able to party like I used to,” you gave him a soft peck on the lips, “but I think I like this a whole lot more.”

“Yea,” he kissed you again, “me too.”

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Crimson & Clover || SoA ||

chapter one - take me down

warnings - Masturbation. There is mention of rape, a guy being creepy in general, but nothing too crazy yet. But it's a sons of anarchy story. It'll get there real fast.

summary - Jax Teller found his father's journals, shaking the foundation of what he thought he knew about samcro. And, just when he thought he could distance himself from the life, there you were...the daughter of another club's president, and trouble clearly painted on your face. However, if you're trouble, he quickly realizes, he'd sign up for that any day of the week.

misc: I KNOW I am due to give other things, but I lost inspiration for writing them. It isn't that I plan to never continue them. I just need to take a break and put my creativity into other stories and WIPs in order to replenish. Thanks for understanding.

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You weren’t sure why Naomi wanted to meet you here.

This fundraiser was promising to be dull.

As were most things in small town life, you reckoned.

But hell, excitement wasn’t why you were here. No, it was the asshole you followed here that decided to skip town. So, naturally you took the money you made selling stolen cars to your local MC up north and invested some in a run down shit hole on the outskirts of Charming to turn into a bar and live up top. Because you’d be damned if the asshole that raped you eight years ago suddenly got to live without any eyes on him, to terrorize other girls without anyone to remind him of exactly where his dick didn’t belong.

Your first day in town, ripping out half rotten wood from downstairs, a group of bikers pulled up. You saw the cuts and knew it must be a few of the samcro boys if you had to guess. You threw the piece of wood in your hands down and walked outside, the door staying open behind you. One of the guys took his helmet off and looked at you, face surly and you could tell he’d seen some shit. He looked over the front of the building before focusing on you and speaking in a monotone voice, “Name’s Clay. I’m president of”-

-”samcro if I had to guess, yeah?” He seemed taken off guard that you interrupted.

You weren’t an idiot and it wasn’t like Clay didn’t come with a reputation. A smile of sorts lingered on his face, “Yeah, you guessed right. We just wanted to stop by and meet the new business owner in Charming. So, lady, is that you?”

“Yeah, it is.” You looked at his bike. Nodding at it, you comment, “That dyna is beautiful.”

Clay huffed and the guys with him chuckled, one of them speaking up, “What do you know about bikes, little sweet butt?”

A memory flashed through your mind like a light bulb. Your mom came home from that MC, trying to talk to your dad about how a girl needed her father, and instead came home crying after getting passed around to remind her she was nothing more than a ‘sweet butt’, not an old lady. You were five, draping a blanket over your drugged up and whored out mother. At five, you knew the drill. Keep a cool washcloth on the back of her neck and tell mommy how much you love her as she works through the sickness and the shakes. Within seconds you snapped out of it and pulled a gun from the back of your waist band, pointing it at the asshole that spoke out of turn, “Let’s get one thing straight you fucking dick, I’m not a god damn sweet butt for your stupid little club and if you ever try, I’ll shoot your fucking balls off.”

The one who hadn’t said a word had his gun out within seconds, though Clay held up his hand and kept anything from firing, “Sorry for Tig, ma’am, he doesn’t get out much. Chibs, put your goddamn gun away. We don’t shoot at women, especially when we started it by speaking like an idiot. Tig!”

The one that went by Tig took his helmet off and smiled. You hated it. However, you slowly put your gun by your side. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Anyways, my guys and I wanted to come by and welcome you to the neighborhood.” Clay was looking at you, observing you with those shrewd eyes. You watched as his eyes fell on your tattoo on your arm. Your medusa head. You saw the surge of recognition briefly on his face. That was when his eyes fell back on you, “Either way, we got stuff to do so we’ll head out. Do me a favor, if you need help with any of this stuff, call up Teller-Morrow garage, yeah?”

You tucked your gun back into your waist band, “Yeah. Not likely, but alright.”

And here you were, pulling up a week later at this god forsaken fundraiser.

Tig and Chibs spotted you pulling up on your bike. However, they weren’t the only ones that did.

Jax felt his attention pulled to you and once his eyes fell on you they weren’t leaving. You pulled in on that ruby red Indian Chief and took that damn helmet off, and he was a goner. You had that thick hair braided back out of your face, a face that suggested no one would push you around. Your eyes were framed by dark lashes, nose sloped and leading to those perfect lips, painted a ruby red that matched your bike. His mind immediately raced with thoughts of what they must feel like. Taste like. You swung that leg over and stood up, giving him sight of that perfect ass in those jeans that could be painted on.

Chibs playfully smacked his back, “Shame that she’s got to sit on something so pretty, eh Jackie boy?”

“That’s the broad that bought the piece of shit bar on the outskirts of town. Seemed real familiar with club life if you know what I mean Jax. Look forward to getting to know her.” Tig smiled, knowingly at Chibs, as Jax rolled his shoulder to get Chibs’s hand off his back. They chuckled as Jax headed over to you.

Chibs elbowed Tig, “How much you wanna bet that fiery girl’s gonna gut him, eh Tig?”

Jax didn’t hear that though. He was already intent on talking to you, hearing your voice, trying to know your name to see if it matched. He couldn’t explain this sudden need he felt. He lit a cigarette as he blazed a path to you. You were looking for Naomi, but you saw him coming. A sigh escaped you as you stopped short, allowing for him to reach you sooner. Best to get this over with. Jax took a drag of his cigarette before stopping in front of you, a smile on his face, “You must be new to town.”

“I didn’t know samcro rode in white sneakers, sunshine.”

Now that he stood right before you, you couldn’t help but call him sunshine. The long blonde hair alone. That sweet talker smile suggesting he was absolutely used to getting whomever he wanted. A small smile pulled on your lips as he faltered for a second before continuing, “Sunshine?”

“Yeah, we’re in California. Long blonde hair. Coming over here with a smile like you think you’re gonna get somewhere all because you’re likely the popular one in town. Girls probably love the cut. Spread their legs for a bit of the samcro experience. But mostly the hair. You remind me of someone.” Jax wasn’t quite sure what to say at your words, and you patted him on the chest, “Nice talking to you sunshine.”

He grabbed a hold of your hand as you walked away, your fingers threaded with his for only a moment before you pulled away, and he commented, “Name’s Jax, darlin.”

“Well, sunshine, mine is certainly not darlin.”

Jax took that as his opening, “Well then why don’t you tell me just who you are? Cause I’m starting to get the feeling you’re trouble at this point.”

A smile ghosted your lips before you commented, “I’m not interested in whatever you're trying for, sunshine. You want a sweet butt? It ain’t gonna be me. And if it’s an old lady you’re looking for, then it certainly isn’t me. I don’t fuck around with members of an MC. Least of all the fucking vice president of one. So go find legs to spread somewhere else. And if you touch me without my permission again, I’ll break your fucking hand. So, we clear, sunshine?”

The sounds of Chibs and Tig laughing caught Jax’s attention and he huffed before looking at the ground and back up at you, “Yeah….yeah, we’re clear trouble. But I gotta say, I love a challenge.”

“I’d say good luck but that would imply you have a chance.”

Jax smiled as he watched you walk off, just for the smile to falter as he watched you greet Naomi.

After that interaction, of course the person you’d go and talk to was someone who’s blown him a handful of times…and always hoping for more. And you were hugging her. So, on some level, the two of you were close. Jax took a long drag from his cigarette one last time before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his shoe, “Fucking hell.”

Throughout the day, you watched the amount of samcro members wax and wane.

However, when Jax came through he was hard to miss.

Naomi caught your line of sight and started laughing when she saw you were looking at Jax. Your cousin lit another cigarette and her smoker’s voice sounded off, “Lookin’ at Jax little cousin? I’ve gotta say. I’ve had my mouth around that cock a few times. Impressive for sure. Takes a lot to make me choke.”

“Oh god Naomi. Please shut up before I find another impressive item to make you choke, yeah?”

You spared one last glance at him.

That was when you saw a brunette girl walk up to Jax with a baby. He greeted them with a smile before taking that baby in his arms and laying a kiss on top of his head. That’s about right. It fits the biker narrative that you spent so many years learning about.

Yet, that was when you saw it. A different face pulled you from your thoughts. You held up your hand, “Hey, Naomi? I’ll meet you at your house in a bit yeah? See Aunt Emily there and help you get started on some of the house stuff. I gotta settle a score, okay?”

Naomi looked at the other guy, confused, before nodding, “Yeah, okay doll.”

That was when you headed off to trail the asshole that brought you to town. You watched as he came to a stop to look over a group of teenage girls. If you had to guess, around the same age you were when he made you his target. You swallowed the anger rising in your throat as he stood off to the side, eyes latching on to one in particular that was wearing a short skirt and a pair of boots. He walked up to them and commented on how he had a dog at home and was hoping to ask if any of them would be interested in coming by to walk her as a side job. A breath of relief escaped you as they all turned him down. He laughed with them before slipping back and headed off to a building, slipping inside.

You had zero hesitation in following him. By the time you slammed the door open he had his dick in his hand, spit for lube, pumping himself and grunting about just how tight they’d be. He startled just as you yelled, “You sick motherfucker. Can’t fucking help yourself, huh? Wanna tell me what your next step is, huh?” He moved to get it back in his pants and you were nearly snarling, “No, leave it, makes it easier to take the whole fucking package!”

“Fucking hell, just stay away from me you rabid bitch!”

Your anger increased only ten fold as he spit at you. Leaning over, you quickly grabbed the handle of your switchblade from your boot and clicked it open, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

He stared at you, nervousness all over his face. Your voice was low and even. Nothing about it suggested you were fibbing. The glint of your blade was menacing in the low light. A laugh escaped you as you saw him get scared, “Yeah, should have taken the balls you had to rape me with when I drove that nail gun through your sack, huh? And uh…still gutted you like the pig you are.”

He quickly took off running in the opposite direction.

Satisfied he wouldn’t be trying anything today, you closed your switchblade and tucked it back into your boot. You followed behind him and as he ran out, he ran into a handful of samcro. They helped him stand up straight before giving him a gentle push and laughing, “Where you running like that, man?”

That was when he looked back to spot you and took off running again. The samcro boys gave a low whistle as you walked out and headed to the parking lot. One of them called after you, “I wouldn’t be running away from you if that were me darlin.”

You rolled your eyes as you kept walking, ignoring them entirely otherwise.

No, you wanted to find out what this asshole was driving. He changed cars on you, that much you knew. You just didn’t know to what. So, that was the plan. Scare him into getting into his car and driving off like the bitch he was. All so you could see what car he was in. And there he was, clambering into a red ford pick up truck. A piece of shit. You mumbled to yourself, “Guess he figured since I stole the nice car…”

Meanwhile, Jax watched you and looked over at Clay, “You know anything about that, Clay?”

Clay paused mid sip and lowered his beer bottle to look over at you. He chuckled and commented, “Why you wanting to know something about that, Jax?”

Gemma overheard and paused, playing with Abel after Tara brought him over. She still didn’t like Tara. Didn’t trust her. So, if there was someone else, she had to know who. Jax shrugged and commented, “Nothing like that. Just…curious. Besides, I’m not blind.”

Taking a puff of his cigar, Clay commented, “I believe that little girl is the medusa of the devil backs from up North. Why I offered her help with her bar on the outskirts. That club has helped our charter more than once, and her dad’s the president. Doesn’t claim her. But everyone knows, don’t fuck with her.”

Jax watched you closely as he learned this. He’d heard about you. You stole cars. A lot of them. And you did it incredibly well. You brought in a lot of income for the devil backs. So, why were you here? Jax lit a cigarette before clearing his throat, “Hey, you got the kid, mom?”

Gemma looked at Clay with a curious smile before speaking up, “Yeah, I got him.”

Jax looked at Abel with his signature smile, “I’ll see you at home little man. Be good for grandma.”

As Jax headed to the parking lot, Gemma muttered, “Ass.”

You straddled your bike and started it up.

Soon, you were pulling out of the parking lot and headed back to your place. You’d go to Naomi’s later, just like you promised. But for now? For now you just needed to decompress. You pulled out just as Jax got to his own bike, starting it up and pulling out behind you. Tara watched as she got in her car to see him follow you out of the parking lot. Her eyes glossed over with concern and confusion, toying with the idea of not going to the hospital but ultimately her job won out.

Meanwhile, you were halfway down the highway with Jax on your heels. You waited till you were out of town though to pull over. As you did, he kept going with a small wave and a cocky smile your way. Maybe it was just a coincidence he was following you, then. Though, part of you doubted it. Your thoughts were proven correct as you pulled up outside the shithole you bought just to see him sitting on the step of the porch with a cigarette in hand. As you got up, you didn’t say a word to him as you walked inside and put your helmet down on the bar counter.

He followed you inside and huffed, “So the devil backs, huh?”

You tossed the keys next to the helmet and looked over your shoulder, “So, been talking to your step-daddy, huh?” Figuring there was no need to keep it covered, you peeled off your leather jacket. The large medusa’s head on your arm is clearly visible, bits of other ink peeking from beneath your sleeves. Calm, you pushed yourself up onto the bar and took a seat, “Why is VP of samcro standing in front of me?”

“I was curious. The guys mentioned you bought this place. Figured I’d offer help if you needed it.”

“What kind of help is that? Besides”- you thought of the brunette handing him the baby -”I don’t like drama, sunshine. And the last thing I need is your old lady I saw earlier coming around here.”

“Old lady? You mean Tara?”

The confusion in his voice was met with confusion across your face, “Sunshine I don’t know her name. All I know is she was handing you a baby and honestly, the look you gave her showed it all.”

A smile crossed his face when he realized you were watching him, too. Then he sighed, “Tara isn’t my old lady. I don’t know what she is, but it isn’t that.”

“And the baby?”

“Oh, he is mine. Name’s Abel. His mom is my ex wife. Nothing there. Nothing crazy will come at you. That’s a promise. If it does, I’ll take care of it. Now, taking my help means taking the club’s help. So, what do y”- You held up your hand to shut him up. You sighed and pushed yourself off the bar and headed to the stairs before calling out, “You gonna follow me sunshine, or what?”

As you headed upstairs, Jax behind you, he commented, “These stairs safe, trouble?”

“Only one way to find out, isn’t there sunshine?” With a smirk you jumped up to the next step and you let out a laugh as he chided you, “Hey, watch it, I don’t want a trip to the er.”

Though, a part of him did take a second to admire that ass of yours before you continued walking and teasing him, “Let me find out vice president of samcro is afraid of stairs.”

“I’m afraid of death traps.”

You came up on the second floor that had clearly been worked on more before answering, “Sunshine, running guns is a death trap all on its own.”

That one sentence cut through Jax, reminding him of everything he recently read in his father’s journal. He was so distracted he didn’t realize you led him straight to your bedroom. The room was completely finished, as was the bathroom attached to it, though he couldn’t see that far. It didn’t match what he expected of you so far. Everything was soft. The bed you slept in was covered with a down comforter, low light bulbs casting specks of color from the stained glass covers on them. The floor was wood, the coldness of it interrupted by a plush rug. Shelves were filled with books along the wall. Then, you dropped to the ground on the other side of the bed and pulled out a heavy metal lock box. You caught him looking around, and smiled, “You didn’t expect me to be sleeping somewhere in the state of downstairs, did you?”

A sheepish smile appeared on his face, “I gotta admit, I was curious.”

“Now”- you pulled your key from around your neck and opened the lockbox, revealing a hefty stack of cash -”if the sons are gonna help me, we’re gonna keep it legit. None of this favors bullshit, alright? I have the rest of the supplies I need for this, and I know how to do the things needing to be done, I’ll pay for manpower because frankly, what the crew I have now is charging me hourly, this’ll be a fucking discount. I need a solid business to sink this into. So, I’m willing to overpay to get it done quicker. 50k. That’s my offer. So, what does vp have to say?”

Jax’s brow quirked up, “You made that by stealing cars?”

Closing the box and locking it, you handed him the 50k, “When I set out to do something, I set out to also be the best at it. So yeah, I made it all by stealing cars. Why? Is gun running not as profitable?”

Jax hesitated before answering, “We’ve been hitting some…difficulties lately.”

You let out a laugh as you handed him the bills, “Sorry to hear that, though I can’t say I’m surprised. Now, if you’ll do me a favor, I’ve had a long day sunshine and I’d love to take a hot shower and lay in my bed for a bit before I have to go and help Naomi with my sick Aunt.”

“About Naomi, I”-

-“have used her mouth more than a few times? She already mentioned that. I get it. Probably figured a big mouth like hers would be good to fuck. Or at least an effective way to shut her up.” Jax looked at the ground before looking up at you with that grin. You kept your face neutral but god did you want to smile for a reason you didn’t even know.

Jax cleared his throat and tucked away the money in his pocket before looking at you again, “Suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ll get with Clay on helping you out. We’ll give you the manpower you need.”

“Good. I can let go of the idiots with their thumbs up their asses that barely move without a prod.”

“Did you test that out personally?”

“Why? Would it excite you if I did?”

Jax leaned against the door frame of your room with a huff before smiling, “Yeah, you’re trouble alright.”

“Well trouble or not, sunshine, remember I want a shower and a nap before I have to go and deal with Naomi’s mom. So do me a favor. Take that money to Clay and tell him my offer and”- you went to your nightstand and opened a drawer where Jax said nothing about the handgun to pull out a piece of paper and scrawl a number on it -“he can call me on this number. Or you can. Whichever.”

You watched as Jax took the slip of paper and opened his wallet to tuck it away before putting it back into his pocket. You followed him downstairs and slowed as he came to a stop. Those eyes of his wandered around the place before landing on you. He lingered before turning to leave, “Catch you later trouble.”

You watched as he got on his bike and started it up before murmuring to yourself, “See ya, sunshine.”

Jax headed back home, knowing Gemma was gonna bring Abel home anyway and that way he didn’t have to go back to the fundraiser either. Pulling out his cell he called Clay and on the second ring Clay answered, “Yeah, Jax.”

“Well Clay, I got the rest of what we owe plus some.”

“From where?”

“The new girl in town. The one you pointed out at the fundraiser.”

Clay scoffed a little, thinking how Gemma was already excited after Jax left to follow you earlier. She really didn’t like the other one at all. You on the other hand? The idea excited Gemma.

Clay sighed, “What’s the terms?”

“We help her finish construction. Get it done quicker.”

“That’s it?”

Jax took his wallet out and threw it on the bedside table before pulling off his shoes, “Yeah, why?”

“When she got to town a week ago I offered our help for free. As a favor.”

That made more sense. Why you wanted to pay, emphasized you didn’t want to owe the club any favors for the help. Jax smiled.

You were smart. You knew Clay would consider it a favor needing to be repaid. And you didn’t want that, hence the money and even overpaying. If anything, the club would owe you a favor. He smiled at the thought before commenting, “I’m not sure man, but I have the 50k. I’ll bring it to the club first thing tomorrow, yeah? Stay at Gemma’s fundraiser, since we ruined the last one.”

Clay huffed and commented, “Yeah, having a blast.”

“See ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah alright kid.”

Jax hung up and dropped his phone onto the bed before stripping down to get into the shower. As he stepped in and turned the hot water on, an intrusive thought came to his mind. You mentioned showering. Were you showering now? He couldn’t help it. He thought of what you must look like underneath the water, body slicked with soap. He had his hand wrapped around his cock before he realized what he was even doing, muttering as the water ran down his back, “Fucking trouble.”

He braced himself against the wall with his free hand as he started pumping himself, picturing that smart mouth of yours instead of his hand. A grunt escaped him, followed by a moan as he thought about how wet he could get you and just how fucking good you’d feel taking him after. Jax thought of how you must taste. There’s no doubt in his mind just how sweet you’d be on his tongue. Another moan escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fucking trouble, that’s what you are.”

Tara had been distracted at work, not quite trusting that everything was fine. She wasn’t sure why, but something was bothering her. That’s how she ended up here, outside of Jax’s home. She stepped in and called out his name but heard nothing in response. As she walked into his bedroom she saw his clothes on the ground and heard the shower. The smile growing on her face faltered as she heard him grunt out “fucking trouble, that’s what you are”.

Was he talking to someone?

She peeked into the bathroom and saw him through the clear shower curtain, stroking his cock with eyes screwed shut. He kept going as he was nearly panting, “Gonna drain me dry with that smart mouth?”

She could feel her anger coursing through her veins as she slipped back into his bedroom. She sat on the bed, wondering what her next move should be. Out of curiosity she grabbed his wallet and opened it, just to see a slip of paper with some writing. A phone number. No name. Just one word written over it.

Trouble.

Tara stared at it until she heard Jax from the bathroom, growling out one word, “Fuck.”

Jax felt his balls tighten before he came hard and fast. His hand joined the other on the wall, stretching and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his muscles until finally, he turned the water off. Toweling off, he headed into his bedroom just in time to see Tara, “Hey there gorgeous. How long you been waiting?”

“Oh you know”- she stood up and walked around, holding her arms to her chest -”long enough to hear the big finish. Thinking of my smart mouth I hope, Jax.”

Shit.

His smile faded before commenting, “I only ever think about you.”

Tara thought of the note, the copy of it she wrote down nearly burning a hole in her pocket.

She’d give a call and let whoever the hell it was know: Jax was spoken for.

Meanwhile, you stepped out of the shower and dried off. You got some clothes on and headed downstairs to grab your phone where you left it before spotting a piece of paper next to the device. A small smile appeared on your lips despite yourself. A phone number was scrawled on it along with a note that very cockily said in case you get impatient waiting to hear from me.

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kdogreads · 1 year

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Welcome to kdogreads’ masterlist 🥰

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Frank Castle x f!reader

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Carmen Berzatto x f!reader

Stress Relief 🔥🥰

Moving in with Carmy 🥰

Picking up the kids with Carmy 🥰

Chef Luca x f!reader

You’re My Peace 🥲🥰

Imagine being Luca’s girl 🥰🔥

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Flirty Richie and Syd’s friend 🥰

Grumpy Richie who’ll do anything for you 🥰🔥

Daddy kink/hand holding Richie 🔥

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SOA

Chibs Telford x f!reader

My Dove🔥🥰

Very Soon🥰

My Savior 🥲🥰

Being Chibs’ old lady 🔥🥰

Being Chibs’ old lady (part 2) 🥰

Taking in the Teller boys 🥲🥰

The Last to Know 🔥🥰

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NCIS

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ankhmutes · 11 months

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A Charming Journey Home (SoA)

This is probably my first attempt at an actual fic for Sons of Anarchy. This is not for minors. So I will post the actual story after the cut.

You ran away from Charming at 18, chasing Connor McGregor, a wannabe of the Sons of Anarchy all the way to Belfast, Ireland. You come back nine years later, older and wiser, and you find just what you need when you come back home....thanks to a surprising source, your crow-eater partying best friend Amanda.

(NOT FOR MINORS, PLEASE, under the cut)

You had recently left Connie, finally- fucking finally, and you were able to go back home to your parent’s in Charming. Mom and Dad loved having the kids back, and You had finally gotten that job at the bar. It was good enough for now, until you could find something better. You had been a nurse, but the hours weren’t what you wanted and you wanted to be there for the kids for now. Especially after what Connie had done to your daughter Shane. The kids needed you more, and your parents were enjoying the opportunity to be grandparents, even if it was a little late. Bartending seemed to work, and your parents didn’t really seem to care as long as everyone was okay, after what everyone had gone through with Connie. Shane’s face was finally starting to heal and the boys were finally sleeping all night.

“Come on, you’ll love it. You got to live a little. Your mom and dad have the kids so You can just chill.” Amanda bosses You around, just like old times as she tugged you over to her side. Amanda had been begging You to go to a SAMCRO party, and You Weren't sure. You had seen the Sons around, but never really bothered with them. You were too busy doing your job, serving drinks and making sure tabs were paid. Biker boys were the last thing You wanted.

“Mandy, really? You’re still a crow-eater wannabe?” You Asked with a slight laugh, mildly surprised that Amanda was still chasing that dream of being an old lady in the Sons of Anarchy. It was one thing to be twelve and dream and watch the Sons on their gleaming motorcycles, whispering about how gorgeous Gemma Teller was, and how cool all the women on the motorcycles were, and how cute the bikers were to piss off your parents.

You watched Amanda mingle with the crowd, sliding up to the prospects in their vests. You just trailed behind her, finding a quiet spot just inside, right near the bar. You sipped on a bottle of Guinness and watched the crowd, noticing quite a few handsome men in their cuts, noting which ones You thought were the most handsome and those You wouldn’t give the time of the day to. You listened to the voices of the crowd, blending in the music and soon You couldn't really decipher any specific conversation, just simply enjoying the random cacophony of lively noise.

Soon, You found your eyes frequently going back to two men, A gray-streaked man who was the and a wild-haired mischievous sergeant at arms. You couldn’t catch their names, it was too loud, and wild, as You watched the sergeant at arms yell about pussy, and taking swigs out of not the first bottle of beer of the night. The gray-streaked man was much more calm, his energy radiating quiet confidence as he sipped at a bottle of hard liquor and watched the entertainment with amusement. You just couldn’t decide- solid and dependent, or wild and mischievous. They seemed like a perfect yin and yang.

“Hey! Ya a friend of Mandy’s?” a prospect asked, slinking up to you. You shrugged and sipped at your beer, smiling slightly up at him. He was cute and handsome, but too puppy-dog for you. “How about a dance?”

“Nah, maybe later. I’ve gotta keep an eye on Mandy, make sure she gets home in one piece.” You used your beer bottle to point out Mandy, who was dancing on a stripper pole someone had set up, a small semi-circle of prospects lurking around her. Mandy was eating up the attention.

“Nah, she’s always here. You’re new. You’re interesting. Got a name?” You half-shrugged and gave the prospect your name, sipping your beer and making sure you didn’t overdo it. You had a feeling you’d become Mandy’s designated driver before long but you did want to have a drink or two. Mandy ended up half-naked on a pool table, spread-eagle, and only the prospects were all over her. None of the actual members seemed interested in Mandy.

“Let’s go, Mandie– “ you said as you tried to coax Mandy off the pool table, promising her Taco Bell on the way home. You and a couple prospects finally poured her in the backseat of your Jeep, and you were finally able to go home. You went back to your parent’s house, and dragged Mandy in with you, dumping her on the couch with a bucket and blanket. Your parents were asleep, your parents in the large love seat with Shane in their laps, her wild curls spread all over his arm. The two had a large comforter draped around them, Shane’s face with the pink scars criss crossing over her cheek was peeking out from under the blanket. She didn’t stir, your father’s grip on her keeping her secure and calm. You tiptoed down the corridor to the boys’ room, the twins in their bunk bed, soft snores coming from the dog sprawled on the lower bunk.

You loved the peace and calm, and you could finally relax, sliding in your room and shedding off your clothes. You relished the cool feel of the sheets against the exposed skin of your body, just too tired to change. Your mind went to the two men you saw at the party. You weren’t into biker boys anymore but… there was something about them. Perhaps it was the fact they were actual members, you vaguely remembered them from a decade ago. You remembered the smell of the leather, alcohol, and smoke from the clubhouse, and you lost yourself in one of your old fantasies. You laid back naked in bed, your hand sliding down to your belly. You remembered how your jeep was broken down right near T & M and you had to flag down one of the Sons to take it in the shop. You remembered the gray haired one, but he had brown hair back then, his scars giving him a scary and sexy air. You couldn’t remember if he had always had the beard or not, but you didn’t care. You remembered hearing his voice and getting wet from his voice. You remembered you used to call the shop, hoping to get him to answer the phone. Whenever you did, you would ask for your jeep to be taken in, sabotaging it every time he answered the phone.

You were not sure if he remembered you, but you knew if he saw your jeep, he sure as hell would recognize it. You were surprised your parents had kept it, right down to the Sons of Anarchy MC logo you had drawn on it with a sharpie. It had looked badass to you at sixteen, but now you were a mother of three and definitely over twenty five, you just cringed at that girl and wondered why your dad had not sand-blasted the shit out of it already.

Your brain switched to the fantasy of the man in the cut giving you a tow yet again. He would see your jeep, exclaim at how hot you were, and demand a blow job for service rendered. You’d of course protest, but then give in at the sight of the bulge in his trousers and get on your knees for him, his hands sliding through your hair and guiding you until he would come hard down your throat, telling you what a good dirty girl you were for him.

Your fingers slid through the slick, deftly and quickly bringing you a sense of relief with a decent orgasm in the silence of the night, but you did miss the thrill a real cock could bring you. Especially if it was attached to one of the men you fantasized about. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, as you righted yourself and curled up in your comforter and pillows. You let yourself sink into the dark abyss of sleep and comfort, finally realizing you were home. The Sons were here. You were safe.

Part 2 to come soon!!

@kdogreads thank you for everything you do!

#chibs telford x reader #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #soa chibs #tig trager x reader #tig trager #tiggy #jax teller #soa opie winston #gemma teller #soa imagine #ankhmutes writes something

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yourwinchesterbros · 11 months

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NEW FIC RELEASE DATE!

Hello all! I’m super excited to announce the release date of my SOA X SPN crossover fic – Coming soon near you!

Introducing SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM

A story where the Sons of Anarchy meet the Winchester Brothers.

Premiering a love triangle between Jax Teller, Dean Winchester and YOU! Will you choose the dangerous life of a hunter or will you choose madness with the sons?

Set to be released 06.10.23.

Takes place after my Jax Teller fic “Rule Breaker” https://www.tumblr.com/yourwinchesterbros/694609038960361472/rule-breaker-part-one?source=share

To help prepare! Below is a guide to understanding terminology within these worlds. This is built to help readers better understand the meaning behind these words without ever seeing the shows. For those of you who have seen SOA or SPN you should know these *wink wink*

Charming: A small town in California where the SONS (Sons of Anarchy) clubhouse and automotive repair shop is located.

Old lady: Old Lady is the girlfriend/wife of a SAMCRO member. Under the club rules, an Old Lady is supposed to be shown total respect by all club members and outsiders.

Reaper: Commonly known as Jax Teller.

Men of Mayhem: Men of Mayhem is the rank and patch given to those SAMCRO members who have killed in the group’s name, meaning most members wore that patch on their kuttes (Leather vests).

Djinn: A monster from supernatural that possesses powers to cause victims to hallucinate whilst they feed on their blood.

Baby: Dean Winchesters vehicle, the Impala.

Church: Refers to a scheduled club meeting at the reaper engraved table.

Gavel: Ceremonial wooden hammer used to lock in decisions and votes made within the members of the club during church.

Hunter: Someone who specifically specializes in hunting monsters.

Trigger Warnings: Smoking, Use/mention of Weapons, Kidnapping, Violence, Cursing, Light smut & fluff! Overall, the general theme of both shows combined. Will attach this post with the fic :)

10k+ Words so I may break it up into two parts!

If you’re interested in delving into this fic once it is out- please let me know and I’ll add you to the tag list! Tagging my mutuals if you’re interested in this read but no pressure if it’s not for you 🖤 @alohomorasomnium @withmyteeth @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @witchthewriter @rayslittlekitten @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @spaghettificationandpretzels @impala-dreamer @saracatherine @samcro-jnt

#soa #spn #sons of anarchy #winchester #love story #premieringsoon #love triangle #jax teller x reader #dean winchester x reader #soa x spn #crossover #yourwinchesterbros #supernatural #supernatural fic

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ravennaortiz · 8 months

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Lost and Found Master List - Completed Story

Juice Ortiz × Scarlett Teller ( OC)

18+

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

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Chapter 1

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purplerain85 · 1 year

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Broken Promises

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: Happy Gets taken by the Chinese….. and never comes home alive. You in your pain and heart break take it out in the SOA just like you promised if he didn’t come come home.

Warnings: heart break, angst, fire set to a building/garage, swearing, fighting, arguing

A/N as Cricket @withmyteeth asked me “Why am I this way!” Honestly I don’t know

Tags 🏷️ @withmyteeth @yourwonkywriter @raewritesfiction @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @redpoodlern @redwood-orginals @reyeswritesmc @chibsytelford @twistnet @twistnet-reblogs @nestorsgirlfriend @nessamc @blowmymbackout @drabbles-mc @rebelwrites @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @challengeahellcat @indefiniteimagines

You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to being Happy’s Old Lady. But this! This is not what you were expecting, Happy is the one who kills not the one who gets killed. You were shattered beyond repair, you knew you would never ever be whole again. Under the heart break was anger so much anger.

Jax Promised you he would bring him home alive, he told you he would when you told him he needed to be brought home safely or you promised you would burn their stupid little club to the fucking ground. You terrified Tig (Tig doesn’t get scared often) he told Jax “we need to make sure we bring him home Jax. She is just as scary/crazy as Happy! As much as her crazy turns me on, I can guarantee you she will burn this place to the ground!”

“We will figure out a way to bring him home, the Chinese are not going to hurt him beyond some bruising and cuts. Plus she may be crazy as him but she has a habit of not following through, there is a reason she never does anything without Happy’s say.” Jax says. Oh how wrong he was!!!

When the Chinese drove up and tossed Happy’s body out of the van. Everyone was panicked Jax looked like he was going to drop right there. Chibs walked over and grab Jax by his shirt and said “You had better find some way to break this to Y/N! You promised her he would come home to her alive and you better hope we can keep her calm or we are going to be fucked, you may think she won’t do anything without Happy’s say. But Jax DEAD MEN DON’T TALK! She will be a ticking time bomb and unstable time bomb!”

Jax said he would but he couldn’t admit to everyone that he was scared to tell Y/N that Happy wasn’t coming home. So he made a personal club decision without asking the club. He called Y/N and when she didn’t answer he left her a voicemail “Hey Y/N we got Happy back but not how we wanted…. Umm I am sorry”

Nero stopped by Happy and Y/N house to see if you needed anything and the door was partially opened, so he walked in and panicked for a quick moment. The house was a complete disaster furniture was over turned and ripped apart, lights were broken, the tv was shattered, it looked like someone broke in the house until he found you in the bedroom on the closet floor you were a complete mess. “What happened to the house Y/N?” Nero asked as he came closer to you.

Your voice was hoarse “he couldn’t even be a man and tell me to my face! He pulled a cowardly move and left a voicemail and FUCKING VOICEMAIL NERO!” “I cannot even begin to even know where to start.” Nero gives you the saddest look you have ever seen and know there will be more. “Nero I just wanna be alone. I am not going to do anything stupid”

Nero huffs but does get up and leaves and makes a call to Jax’s and asks where everyone is and he tells him everyone is at his house “ok I am just leaving Y/N house I will be at your place shortly”

You heard that everyone was at Jax’s house, you got up and went to the back yard to grab all the gas cans and couple packs of dynamite that Happy had left. You were going to show Jax that leaving you a voicemail and underestimate you. You packed up the car and headed to the clubhouse. You see all the crime scene tape you figured no one was there but still did a quick sweep.

Then you drenched the clubhouse and set up pieces of the dynamite, you said you were going to burn this place to the ground and you were going to make sure there was nothing left.

Nero walks into Jax’s house and yells out for Jax “JAX!!!! What the fuck were you thinking!!! You left her a fucking voicemail! Telling her husband died you couldn’t be fucking club leader and tell her to her face!” Everyone is in complete shock and looking at Jax. Tig has a look of angry and shock and Chibs looks like he is about to murder Jax. “Be lucky that she says she won’t do anything stupid” Nero continues.

“She won’t do anything Nero like I said before she doesn’t do anything without Happy’s say….” Jax had started saying

But Chibs cut him off “You don’t understand Jax’s There is a reason she never did anything without his say! He Kept Her Sane! He Kept Her Grounded! Without him she is unstable and there is no saying…….” Then there was a massive explosion that was felt all over Charming. Everyone ran out of the house and could see the biggest fire and the blackest smoke they had ever seen.

They all knew it was the clubhouse.

When they got to the clubhouse there were cops and firefighters and right in front was Y/N watching it burn. Some of the cops told the club that there was nothing they could do right now Y/N did so much damage that there is nothing they could do.

Jax walked over yelling at Y/N and shoved her “What the Fuck Did You Do!” “Y/N the fuck were you thinking! I did the best I could!” You slowly turned to Jax and sneering at him and for a rare moment in his life he was scared.

“The best you could! The best you Could! You Promised me that he would come home Alive! YOU DID WHAT WAS BEST FOR YOU! Not for the Club, Not for Charming, Not For me and especially NOT FOR HAPPY! You did what was best for YOU! You self centred Jack ass!” You and start hitting, slapping, punching Jax who took it for the most part tell your fist connected to his jaw and then he back handed you, “You stupid psycho bitch I said I would bring him home and even though he didn’t come back alive at least he came home!”

Then you completely blacked Out and kneed him in the crotch and started going for his face then Chibs and Tig came over to separate you two Chibs ended up pinning you to the ground “just breath lass, I know you are hurting.” You fight and fuss against Chibs “Get him the fuck out of her before she kills him.” Chibs yells

“You wanna know the difference between you and I is?! You will never know the pain I feel, but it will be close and as Happy and I call it, it’s an eye for an eye! You better hope there is something left of her in there. You made the biggest mistake of not looking into my past you just took Happy’s word, unlike your brothers they know what I am capable of.” you sneer at Jax

Jax looks at you and then at his brothers then to you with your sickly smirk on your face and then at the clubhouse before he mumbles “Tara” and drops to his knees

#happy lowman x angst #happy lowman x you #happy Lowman #sons of anarchy #jax teller #chibs telford #tig trager #david labrava x reader #Angst

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faintingheroine · 3 months

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@pileofsith

Wuthering Heights also kind of has the “gossip effect”. Though of course it has a bit more mystique than in Aşk-ı Memnu.

I like how in Joseph’s or Mr. Kenneth’s words the otherworldly love of Catherine and Heathcliff and the eternal love triangle have the aura of a mundane neighborhood scandal. I especially love how Joseph describes Heathcliff as “gossiping with the neighbor’s wife”, the neighbor’s wife being Catherine.

“‘Running after t’ lads, as usuald!’ croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his evil tongue. ‘If I war yah, maister, I’d just slam t’ boards i’ their faces all on ’em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah’re off, but yon cat o’ Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo’s a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i’ t’ kitchen; and as yah’re in at one door, he’s out at t’other; and, then, wer grand lady goes a-courting of her side! It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve o’ t’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I’m blind; but I’m noan: nowt ut t’ soart!—I seed young Linton boath coming and going, and I seed yah’ (directing his discourse to me), ‘yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th’ house, t’ minute yah heard t’ maister’s horse-fit clatter up t’ road.’”

(Chapter 9)

“‘Banish him from your thoughts, Miss,’ I said. ‘He’s a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. Mrs. Linton spoke strongly, and yet I can’t contradict her. She is better acquainted with his heart than I, or any one besides; and she never would represent him as worse than he is. Honest people don’t hide their deeds. How has he been living? how has he got rich? why is he staying at Wuthering Heights, the house of a man whom he abhors? They say Mr. Earnshaw is worse and worse since he came. They sit up all night together continually, and Hindley has been borrowing money on his land, and does nothing but play and drink: I heard only a week ago—it was Joseph who told me—I met him at Gimmerton: “Nelly,” he said, “we’s hae a crowner’s ’quest enow, at ahr folks’. One on ’em ’s a’most getten his finger cut off wi’ hauding t’ other fro’ stickin’ hisseln loike a cawlf. That’s maister, yeah knaw, ’at ’s soa up o’ going tuh t’ grand ’sizes. He’s noan feared o’ t’ bench o’ judges, norther Paul, nur Peter, nur John, nur Matthew, nor noan on ’em, not he! He fair likes—he langs to set his brazened face agean ’em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff, yah mind, he’s a rare ’un. He can girn a laugh as well ’s onybody at a raight divil’s jest. Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us, when he goes to t’ Grange? This is t’ way on’t:—up at sun-down: dice, brandy, cloised shutters, und can’le-light till next day at noon: then, t’fooil gangs banning und raving to his cham’er, makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i’ thur lugs fur varry shame; un’ the knave, why he can caint his brass, un’ ate, un’ sleep, un’ off to his neighbour’s to gossip wi’ t’ wife. I’ course, he tells Dame Catherine how her fathur’s goold runs into his pocket, and her fathur’s son gallops down t’ broad road, while he flees afore to oppen t’ pikes!” Now, Miss Linton, Joseph is an old rascal, but no liar; and, if his account of Heathcliff’s conduct be true, you would never think of desiring such a husband, would you?’”

(Chapter 10)

“Nelly Dean,’ said he, ‘I can’t help fancying there’s an extra cause for this. What has there been to do at the Grange? We’ve odd reports up here. A stout, hearty lass like Catherine does not fall ill for a trifle; and that sort of people should not either. It’s hard work bringing them through fevers, and such things. How did it begin?’

‘The master will inform you,’ I answered; ‘but you are acquainted with the Earnshaws’ violent dispositions, and Mrs. Linton caps them all. I may say this; it commenced in a quarrel. She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit. That’s her account, at least: for she flew off in the height of it, and locked herself up. Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves and remains in a half dream; knowing those about her, but having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions.’

‘Mr. Linton will be sorry?’ observed Kenneth, interrogatively.

‘Sorry? he’ll break his heart should anything happen!’ I replied. ‘Don’t alarm him more than necessary.’

‘Well, I told him to beware,’ said my companion; ‘and he must bide the consequences of neglecting my warning! Hasn’t he been intimate with Mr. Heathcliff lately?’

‘Heathcliff frequently visits at the Grange,’ answered I, ‘though more on the strength of the mistress having known him when a boy, than because the master likes his company. At present he’s discharged from the trouble of calling; owing to some presumptuous aspirations after Miss Linton which he manifested. I hardly think he’ll be taken in again.’

‘And does Miss Linton turn a cold shoulder on him?’ was the doctor’s next question.

‘I’m not in her confidence,’ returned I, reluctant to continue the subject.

‘No, she’s a sly one,’ he remarked, shaking his head. ‘She keeps her own counsel! But she’s a real little fool. I have it from good authority that last night (and a pretty night it was!) she and Heathcliff were walking in the plantation at the back of your house above two hours; and he pressed her not to go in again, but just mount his horse and away with him! My informant said she could only put him off by pledging her word of honour to be prepared on their first meeting after that: when it was to be he didn’t hear; but you urge Mr. Linton to look sharp!’” (…)

“One of the maids, a thoughtless girl, who had been on an early errand to Gimmerton, came panting upstairs, open-mouthed, and dashed into the chamber, crying: ‘Oh, dear, dear! What mun we have next? Master, master, our young lady—’

‘Hold your noise!’ cried, I hastily, enraged at her clamorous manner.

‘Speak lower, Mary—What is the matter?’ said Mr. Linton. ‘What ails your young lady?’

‘She’s gone, she’s gone! Yon’ Heathcliff’s run off wi’ her!’ gasped the girl.

‘That is not true!’ exclaimed Linton, rising in agitation. ‘It cannot be: how has the idea entered your head? Ellen Dean, go and seek her. It is incredible: it cannot be.’

As he spoke he took the servant to the door, and then repeated his demand to know her reasons for such an assertion.

‘Why, I met on the road a lad that fetches milk here,’ she stammered, ‘and he asked whether we weren’t in trouble at the Grange. I thought he meant for missis’s sickness, so I answered, yes. Then says he, There’s somebody gone after ’em, I guess?” I stared. He saw I knew nought about it, and he told how a gentleman and lady had stopped to have a horse’s shoe fastened at a blacksmith’s shop, two miles out of Gimmerton, not very long after midnight! and how the blacksmith’s lass had got up to spy who they were: she knew them both directly. And she noticed the man—Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nob’dy could mistake him, besides—put a sovereign in her father’s hand for payment. The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a sup of water, while she drank it fell back, and she saw her very plain. Heathcliff held both bridles as they rode on, and they set their faces from the village, and went as fast as the rough roads would let them. The lass said nothing to her father, but she told it all over Gimmerton this morning.’”

(Chapter 12)

#wuthering heights #joseph #the gossip effect

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You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 4

Author's note: When I first wrote this story, I planned to write only three parts, but given the main characters and what happened in Mayans M.C., I needed to give them an ending. A better ending. So, there're slight references to Mayans' season finale. I really hope u like it. Love u all <3

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Every MC had their business and their secrets. In the case of SOA, only their members could know with all its details what was really happening. That was something you hated, but over time you had learnt to accept. The little you knew was that you were living through dark times again and that the Mayans had broken Jax Teller’s last will. In essence, war was here once more.

“We are not going anywhere!”, you told him for the third time. “Are you out of your fucking mind or what?!"

“Fine. Stay”, Happy answered. “I’ll go alone.”

“Fuck no! You are not leaving Charming. Chibs says that desert is Mayans’ territory. And you are in the middle of a fucking war, shithead!”, you explained to him once more. “Do you want to die for nothing? That’s your fucking problem?”

“I’m gonna die of boredom anyway if you keep bitching around me all the fucking day!”

You pursed your lips, and Happy took it as an opportunity to go to your bedroom and slam the door.

“Fucking asshole”, you muttered. However, you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself before following his steps.

Despite the wonderful months you had spent since he officially made you his Old Lady, you had had some problems with Happy recently. You managed to convince him to stay last time he suggested leaving Charming to be the temporary president for SAMDINO, but this time his mood was even worst. However, you wouldn’t get anything by arguing. That’s why you went to the dorm and opened the door softly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you”, you told him. Happy was sitting on the bed, his face hidden behind the palms of his hands. “I’m just worried.”

“I’m sorry too”, you heard him mumble. “I’m going fucking crazy. There’re so many bodies. So many dead brothers. That's not what Jax died for.”

You walked towards him and sat next to him, caressing his back tenderly in an attempt to bring him some kind of comfort.

“Everything's hard and complicate, but you can’t lose your mind now, babe”, you remembered him. “It’s not safe for you to leave and be out there by your own. When problems knock on the door, you have to stay near your family. Do you remind it? You taught me that.”

“I know. I fucking know”.

Suddenly, Happy rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body as if he wanted even more caresses for all the time that was possible. Unfortunately, your mobile phone ringing cut that sweet moment.

“Who is it?”, he asked at your frown.

“I don’t know. I should take it.”

You didn’t recognise the number. It could simply be someone mistaken, but you had a bad feeling about it. So, when Happy released you from the needy hug, you got back on your feet and answered the call.

“This is a private call from…”, the first you heard was a robotic feminine voice. And suddenly, you heard his voice for just a second before the previous voice kept talking. “To accept the call, press five.”

While doing as she said, you walked out of the dorm leaving the door half open. It only took a few seconds before you listened to his voice again.

“I need your help.”

The conversation was short. And once you were back into the room, Happy looked at you warily. He might have read in your face that things weren’t quite right.

“What happens?”, he asked.

“Something you are not gonna like.”

As you had said to Happy, it was too dangerous to be on Mayans territory during the war. You travelled alone for that reason. If you didn’t stand out, no one had to realise who you were and why you were there. Now you were glad Happy had tattooed his crow on your ribs and not in a more visible place, otherwise they could easily spot you were one of SOA Old Ladies.

Once inside the prison, you waited patiently among the rest of the visitors until guards finally let you in. You chose to sit at one of the furthest tables and kept waiting until you saw him.

“I did not expect us to meet again in this situation”, you told him after he took a sit in front of you.

“Me neither”, Creeper nodded. “Thanks for coming.”

News travels fast, so a few months ago you found out Creeper was in prison. You were very sorry to hear that, but there’s nothing more you could do. At least, that’s what you thought.

“You don’t have to. I told you, I’ll always be there for you”, you reminded him. “So, what do you need?”

“Protection.”

“What?”

“Protection. Inside”, he repeated firmly.

“And why did you call me? Sons are in war with Mayans, Neron. You should talk to your charter.”

“I’m here by my own. They can’t do anything, Y/N. And the thing is there’s a fucking rat among my brothers. I’m about to find out who it is, but with the green light on me, they can kill me at any time”, he briefly explained to you. “I cannot die without finding first who the fuck the rat is.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Talk to SAMCRO. There’s a bunch of Sons in here. If they're with me, it may buy me some time.”

“I don’t know if they’ll listen to me.”

“I know. I know what I’m asking you is a fucked up, but I wouldn’t have called you if I had any other option.”

“What if I go to your clubhouse and tell Bishop?”

“Things have changed since you were here. And with the war and without any evidence, it can turn against you.”, he said. “Just think about it, ok? Tell them it’s me who's asking this favour. I know they hate rats as much as I do.”

“I’ll try. I promise.”

“Fine. Good.”

“How much time do you have?”

“Don’t know. Maybe hours. Luckily a few days.”

“So, I should get going. Is better to talk something like that in person, and the ride back to Charming is long. I’ll try to be quick, but call me if anything new happens, okay?”

Creeper just nodded in response. Nevertheless, when you made a move to get up, he stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N”, he called you. You could read sadness and desperation in his eyes and his voice. “I just want you to know that it’s okay if you can’t convince them. I know you’re gonna try and that’s even more than what I deserve, but it won’t be your fault if I die.”

“Shut up. You’re not going to die”, you assured him while placing your hands on his. “I’ve got your back. You’re gonna be fine and that fucking rat is gonna meet the Reaper.”

Creeper pursed his lips and nodded again. As you saw his eyes watery, you took one of your hands to his face, caressing his cheek tenderly. You knew how much he cared about his club and how much he tried to take care of everyone, but this time, he needed someone to back him up.

“Just be careful and let me take care of you for once. I won’t fail you.”

After leaving the prison and getting into your car, you set off without delay. There was no time to lose. However, barely ten minutes after, you hit the steering wheel in frustration.

“Fuck!”, you shouted. “Fucking war, fucking Mayans and fucking Sons!”

The truth was that you had no idea of how to convince the charter, so you had actually made a promise you weren’t sure if you could keep.

“Who the fuck you think we are? Fucking Virgin Mary?”, Chibs said. “Mayans are the enemy now. They are murdering our brothers! And you want us to protect a fucking inmate?”

You’ve been talking about the same thing all night and they haven’t understood a word you’ve said yet. It was exasperating.

“I’m just saying that maybe you could do an exception with him. He’s just asking for more time to expose the rat in his charter. I thought all the MC hated rats”, you insisted. “And he helped me when I was in Santo Padre. I owe him.”

“What I don’t understand is why we have let her talk in the first time”, Tig commented, looking mostly at Chibs. “There’s a reason why we don’t let cunts take decisions.”

Before you could do anything about it or even get mad at him, Happy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt threateningly.

“Don’t talk to her like that”, he ordered to Tig.

“Or what?”, Tig provoked him. “Have you become a fucking pussy too, brother?”

“Enough!”, Chibs raised his voice. Though they held each other’s gaze for long seconds, as if ready to start a fight at any moment, Happy finally let go of Tig and took a few steps back. “The decision is taken, Y/N. You don’t know how things work, so I recommend that you step aside.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Chibs. Fuck you all”, you responded. “You killed Juice for less. And when I went mad and cried for days, you all told me that no rat could be forgiven. That it was a kind of law that every MC followed. Even Mayans respected it, that’s why they give Juice over to SAMCRO. But now you’ve forgotten because you’re just a bunch of hypocrites. You’re not going to do anything even if it’s a personal favour I ask of you for once. So, as I said, fuck you.”

“Y/N”, you heard Happy’s voice calling out to you, so you turned around with one finger raised in a threatening manner.

“I fucking love you, Happy, but if you say another word right now, I’ll punch you in the face”, you warned him. However, before leaving the clubhouse, you remembered one more thing. “Just for the record, if the rat is working with the FBI and you’ve been doing business with the Mayans, he could take you down too. So, if you don’t give a shit about anyone else, at least do something to save your own asses.”

You walked home that night. By the time Happy arrived, you were already in bed, so he lay down next to you without saying a word. That night you slept with your backs to each other. And the next morning, he left to the workshop without speaking yet. You had to wait more than twenty-four hours to hear the verdict from Happy’s mouth.

“Creeper had the Sons on his side”.

Despite the enthusiasm this phrase aroused, you tried to remain calm and serious.

“Why this change?”

“Why do you care?”, he asked you back. “What matters is that Creeper has the protection he was after.”

“Yeah. I suppose”, you muttered.

As you were making dinner, you wasn’t looking directly at Happy. However, he walked towards you and embraced you from behind.

“You have no right to talk to my brothers like you did”, he murmured above your ear, giving you goosebumps. “But it still gave me such a hard-on.”

You struggled to hold back a smile as you concentrated on the salad you were chopping.

“Of course it did”, you added. You weren’t expecting Happy to turn you around to face you.

“You can’t save everybody, Y/N. You have to accept it”.

“I’m not trying to save everybody, just the few people I care about”, you responded. “Even if I can’t, at least I have to try.”

Happy simply nodded and kissed your forehead for long seconds.

“Why don’t you go take a shower while I finish making dinner?”, you suggested him with your hands on his chest. “And then, we could take care of your yesterday’s hard-on.”

This war didn’t affect Charming as much as the others in the past thanks to their decision not to intervene. It was harsher for their brothers from other charters. But as Happy had told you, you couldn’t save everyone, especially when it was a war they had started despite Charming’s advice to preserve the peace.

When you received a call from an unknown number, you thought it would be from the prison again, but the feminine voice you heard was from a real woman.

“Bathroom chick?”

“Who the fuck is talking?”, you answered aggressively, but you also remembered who had put you that nickname. Only one person could know it.

“I have a message from Creeper. He told me you'd know it was him if I called you that”, he briefly explained to you. And you were more interested in whatever she had to say than anything else. “Some inmates stabbed him a few days ago, but he survived. After he was released from the infirmary, Sons have always been around him for some reason, so he has done well. Now he’s in isolation for a fight, but before he went in, he asked me to tell you he had the name he was looking for.”

“I’m glad to hear that”, you said. The truth was that you didn’t like at all the part about him being stabbed, but it was a relief to know that Sons had kept his promise to protect Creeper.

“I guess you’re the one who got him the Sons’ favour.”

“The fuck do you care?”

“I don’t. I just appreciate that someone is taking care of him.”

Your intuition told you that she genuinely appreciated Neron as well, but you hadn’t heard a thing from her, so you remained suspicious. It always could be someone trying to discover with who had Creeper an alliance to destroy it, or maybe the war had you a bit paranoid.

“Call me if you have new information from him”, you asked her anyway.

“I’ll do”, she assured you.

“Can I have a name? To know it’s you in case we talk again.”

“I shouldn’t”, he answered. “But if Creeper trusts you that much, I should do it too. You can call me Kody.”

“Good.”

A few days after that call, you received another one from her telling you that Santo Padre already knew who his rat was. In addition, she let it slip that something big was going on in Santo Padre, so it was better to stay away from them. Less than thirty-six hours later, the war between Mayans and Sons of Anarchy came to an end and Santo Padre’s charter was erased in an FBI operation.

The mood in the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse was low. You were sitting next to Happy with your head resting on his shoulder, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There was a bitter taste in your mouths from all the brothers’ deaths and the fact that the FBI had managed to destroy an entire charter so easily. When Chibs came out of the Chapel, he went straight to the counter bar to have two shots. He had been making and receiving calls all day.

“So? Any news?”, Tig asked him.

“Everything’s quiet. Our charters and Mayans too”, he answered. “It seems to be a one-off operation. Otherwise, FBI would have already entered into other charters.”

“Newspapers blame Santo Padre for all the dead bodies in the streets”, Happy added.

“People was scared of so much blood. And FBI knew they couldn’t wipe us all out”, Chibs commented. “They've decided to focus on one charter and reduce it to ashes. It’s a victory for them and a warning to us all.”

Even though you didn’t know exactly what had happened, Chibs’ words made the most sense.

“I may owe you an apology, Y/N”, Tig said. “If their rat planned all this, it was better for us to make sure he ended up six feet under.”

“No problem, Tiggy. Everything’s good”, you assured him with a soft smile.

“We have to discuss what are we gonna do from now on”, continued Chibs, but as soon as you made a move to get up and let them the privacy they needed, he stopped you. “Y/N, stay. You have to hear this.”

You looked at him frowned, but he simply nodded. You looked at Happy next, but he shrugged his shoulders. You didn’t get why they wanted you to be there during that conversation, but you sat down again.

“I doubt that any charter wants to continue the war. We both have lost too many brothers. We've lost entire charters. In any case, the pipeline is done. It’s going to take months, even years, to build everything back up again. So, we have to choose whether to focus our work on that or on the transition to legality, as Jax wanted”, he said. “If we choose legality, it’s going to be tough months for us. Probably no profits until everything’s up and running. Even then, our earnings could be lower than guns’ business.”

“We have not been able to keep the peace that Jax brought us”, Happy commented. “I say we have to get at least one of the things he wanted for us.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?”, Tig asked him. “Outlaw is our world. It’s what we do. And the risks are what we signed up for.”

“We’ll have time to think before the vote”, Chibs assured them. “Anyway, we have to talk with the Mayans. Rebuild our alliance and make sure there’s no more murders or revenges. You could talk to Creeper about that, Y/N. If he tells his brothers what we did for him in the middle of the war, what we did to help him with the rat, it'll help us pave the way and make new bonds.”

“Yeah. Of course. I can do it”, you responded quickly, still surprised that you were being tasked to do something for them. It certainly didn’t happen every day. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sure he will back us up.”

That day, which was the end of another bloody war, was also the beginning of a new era. Many changes had been made and even more would be made, but you were survivors. You were used to rising from the ashes.

←Part 3 // Part 5→

#happy lowman #happy soa #mayans mc #neron creeper vargas #soa #sons of anarchy #chibs telford #creeper mayans #creeper vargas #tig soa #tig trager #chibs sons of anarchy

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xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx · 9 months

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Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax’s steady rise into the President’s chair with SAMCRO?

Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)

Time Setting: Seasons 1-7

Warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, rape, lots of taking the LORD’s name in vain, mentions of racism, and character deaths

Author’s Note: So, this is my first Sons of Anarchy story for those of you who are fans of the show. This fic is a Dark Fic. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I’m not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Also please HEED the warnings. They are there for those get triggered by certain topics. I will post another warning before each chapter to give a final warning.

Chapter Six - Repost

warnings: miscarriage, alcohol abuse, angst, public masturbation

"I'm so sorry, Jackson. She lost the baby."

Jax felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach, as he took a step back from his mother's reach. "She lost," he choked, "she lost the baby?" He questioned in disbelief. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

Gemma swallowed thickly, nodding her head. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

Jax ran a hand across his tired face, trying to qualm his growing emotions. "Where is she? I need to see her."

"She's in there." Clay stepped up and pointed to the room that was directly right behind them.

Jax immediately sidestepped his mother and stepfather and quickly headed toward the room. He was desperate to see Lena.

"Jax," Gemma called out to stop him, "she's resting right now. They gave her a sedative for the pain."

Jax ignored his mother and made his way inside the room. The moment he shut the door behind himself, the image he saw nearly broke his heart. Lena was laying turned away from the door. She was curled into the fetal position, soundly asleep.

Jax swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, just looking at her form. His guilt quickly started eating at him. If he hadn't been dealing with Tara and Kohn, which he for sure thought had left town, then he could have been there for Lena. He was such a fucking idiot.

Releasing a deep breath, Jax cautiously made his way toward his Old Lady. He wasn't sure he should bother her, but he just needed to be near her. He needed to let her know that he was here. When he finally stopped right in front of her, he tried to hold back his own tears at the pained expression on her face; the stains of her tears tracked down her cheeks. He slowly reached out and ran a soothing hand across her cheek, before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against her forehead.

Lena sucked in a huge breath, nearly waking in a panic. Her eyes immediately began to frantically search around her, before they landed on Jax. The relief that he was here sat in the pit of her now empty belly. "Jax," she barely choked out.

"I'm here, baby." Jax continued to stroke his rough, calloused thumb against the softness of her cheek.

Lena's bottom lip trembled, as she desperately grabbed ahold of his kutte and pulled him further to her. "I'm so sorry, Jax."

Jax shook his head. "Baby, this is not your fault, okay." He whispered, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across her lips, before gathering her into his arms.

Lena clutched onto Jax as much as she could, as she released a full body sob into his chest.

Lena was finally released from the hospital the following morning. Jax was by her side every step of the way, even helping her into Gemma's truck, and following right behind them on his bike.

Lena had barely spoken a word since she had cried herself to sleep in Jax's arms the night before. When the Doctor, who came to release her, asked her how she was feeling, she replied with one simple word: empty.

Upon hearing her say that word caused Jax's heart to break a little more. The guilt for leaving her that night for Tara weighed even heavily in his gut.

When they arrived back at the house, Jax helped lay Lena down into what he was now calling their bed. He could only sadly watch as she curled herself away from him.

Jax swallowed thickly, covering her body with the comforter, before taking a seat behind her. "Hey," he whispered, reaching over to splay his hand against her curvy hip, "you need anything?"

Lena sniffled, wiping a stray tear, and just shook her head: Her only answer.

"Baby," Jax exasperated. He had no idea what to do here. "I want to help you. Please, tell me what I can do to help you."

Things were quiet for a few moments, and Jax thought Lena wasn't going to answer, until she squeaked out, "where were you last night?"

That question immediately caught Jax off guard. He didn't know exactly what to say. If he told her the truth then he would run the risk of her shutting down on him. But he didn't want to lie to her either. So, he just stayed silent.

"So," Lena whispered softly and sniffed again, "I'll take your silence as you were with Tara."

Jax sighed heavily. "She needed my help with Kohn."

Lena was quiet for another few moments, before she choked, "I needed you, Jax. We needed you."

"Jesus Christ." Jax released a shuddering breath, leaning forward on his elbows, and shoving his face in his hands. He literally had no idea what to do for her and wanted to comfort her so badly. He knew he had royally fucked up.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Jax finally stood his feet. He then leaned over to kiss her temple, relieved when she didn't pull away from him. "I'll be back." He told her, but he didn't receive an answer in return.

Jax pursed his lips and then slowly made his way out of the room only to find his mother, Gemma, patiently waiting in the hallway.

"How is she?" Gemma walked up to her son, seeing the pain in his blue eyes. Her heart broke for the both of them. She knew the pain of losing a child.

Jax released a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. He quickly glanced back at the room and then back at his mother. "Not good, mom. I want to help her, but I'm not even sure I know how."

Gemma folded her arms together in a comforting manner. "She's gonna be fine, Jackson. She just needs some time to adjust. She just lost a baby. That's a traumatic thing to go through, baby. You need me to stay with her while you meet with the club?"

Jax looked back at the room once again, thinking about it for a second, before he shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here with her. Make sure she eats an' shit, and I kinda don't wanna leave her side tonight. You go home." He reached forward and gave her arms a gentle squeeze.

"You sure?" Gemma questioned, and he nodded. "Okay, sweetheart." She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. "You call if you need anything."

"I will." Jax told his mother, as he walked her out of his house. Gemma gave him one last hug before he closed and locked the door.

Releasing another breath, Jax looked down the empty foyer in desolation. He slowly removed his kutte, hanging it on the coat rack, and made his way back to his bedroom. As he opened the door, he found her in the same position he had left her in just a few minutes ago, but this time she was asleep. He knew that the pain medication she had been subscribed had already kicked in.

He stood by the frame of his bedroom door, watching as her body rose and fell with each breath she took. After a few minutes, he then proceeded to pull his hoodie over his head, along with his white t-shirt, dropping them onto the floor. He finally toed off his white sneakers and removed his jeans, before finally climbing into the bed next to Lena.

Jax continued to watch Lena for a few moments. He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. She subconsciously turned over and draped her body across his, snuggling closer into his warmth. He then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and laid her open palm against his bare chest.

The next morning Lena's eyes fluttered open, and she was graced with the presence of the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes she loved so much.

"Hey," Jax ran a soothing hand across her mountain of curls, "I gotta go take care of some club shit, okay. I'll be back in a little while."

Lena just nodded her head, still not feeling up to speaking.

Jax sighed, kissing her forehead softly. "I made you some tea." He pointed to the steaming cup on the bedside table. "And there's some eggs and toast in the microwave."

This was exactly what Jax did every morning for the next week. He'd make her eggs, toast, and tea, before leaving every morning. The first four days he would come home disappointed to find that the eggs and toast were still in the microwave and the tea was barely touched. He'd also find her still curled in the same fetal position he left her in. By day five, the tea was drank, the toast was eaten, and it looked as if she had made some type of vital effort to shower. She would still be in bed by the time he got home though.

Then yesterday all of it was gone.

Today, after Church, Jax made a quick stop at home to check in on Lena. Much to his shock and surprise, she was finally up and about.

"Hey," Jax said walking into the bedroom to find Lena tying the straps of her boots. "You're up?"

Lena looked up at Jax, giving him a warm smile. This was the first time in days that she had shown him some source of light. "Yeah, I figured it was time to finally stop grieving. It's time to move on. I'm sorry I've been such a recluse."

Jax shook his head dismissively, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "Lena," he breathed, "please, don't blame yourself for any of this. Losing the baby wasn't your fault. The doctor said that sometimes it just happens. No reasons why."

"I know." Lena replied desolately. "But I can't help but feel like it is." Jax went to tell her that she didn't need to, but couldn't form the words, when she stood to her feet and approached him. "I just want to thank you for giving me the time that I needed." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips softly against his and quickly pulled away.

"Where you going?" Jax questioned, watching as she reached for her things.

"Just to stop by my house really quick, grab some more things, then I'm gonna head to the clubhouse. I can't stay in this room like this any longer." Lena told him, moving around the room in a dizzying blur.

And before Jax could protest, Lena had already disappeared from his sight.

Lena arrived at the clubhouse a short time later. She walked in to see Clay and Piney sitting at the bar with some strange, balding, short guy she had never seen before. Ever since she could remember, the club had always been bringing strange people she had never met around. She knew the deal: to keep smiling and never ask questions, unless spoken to.

"Well, well, well, look who's back on her feet." Clay boastfully announced with a huge grin on his face, as he saw Lena making her way toward them. "What are you doing here?"

Lena approached the MC President, and her Old Man's stepdad, giving him a warm hug and a kiss to the cheek. "I just figured you needed me to get back to work."

Clay shook his head dismissively, hand on her shoulder. "That's nonsense, girl. Take all the time you need. That's what we got the Prospect for." He smiled again.

"No," Lena responded, heading behind the bar to put her things away, "I have to do something. I can't just lay around and wallow anymore. It's not good for me."

"How're you feeling?" Piney question, placing a comforting hand on hers.

Lena looked down at the gesture, a million thoughts running through her mind. After she had the miscarriage, news of her failed pregnancy spread like wildfire through the MC. A pregnancy she wasn't even ready to announce yet. Not that it even mattered anymore. Some of the croweaters, she didn't know about, and even the Nevada charter, were sending in their condolences. She was grateful for their support, but she was also really tired of it. She just wanted to not think of it anymore. Every time she did, that emptiness she now felt would start to suffocate her.

"I'm okay, Piney." Lena swallowed thickly, giving her grandfather's closest friend a warm smile back. She then looked over to the strange man who was sitting there quietly, staring at her breasts in her low cut top, while sipping on his mug of beer. "Hi."

"Hi." The guy nodded a little too skittishly, his eyes leaving her chest.

"Lee, this is Chucky." Clay pointed toward the jumpy man. "Chucky, this is Lena. She's Jax's Old Lady."

Lena reached out to shake Chucky's already outstretched hand when Piney not so subtly placed his hand over hers, stopping her actions. She turned to the old man, giving him a look of confusion, and he just shook his head in warning.

Lena then soon found out why.

Chucky, feeling a bit rejected by Lena, immediately stuck his hand down his khaki pants and started jackhammering on his genitals.

Lena choked back, standing there wide eyed really not believing her eyes. This strange man was actually masturbating in front of all three of them. She then turned to look at Clay and Piney, and they both reassured her that she wasn't going crazy.

"Yeah," Clay began, sounding so done, "he's got that, what do you call it?" He turned to look at Chucky. "Compuls–"

"Compulsive Masturbation Disorder, CMD." Chucky explained, still going to town on himself.

Lena pulled a face of disgust, but still not looking away. It was like watching a car wreck, and Chucky was showing no signs of stopping.

"Alright," Clay boasted, "get your goddamn hands out of your pants, Chucky. There's a lady present."

Chucky stopped, looking over at Lena, who still had yet to look away. "I accept that." He immediately removed his hand from his pants. "Sorry about that." He looked back at Lena, apologetically, "it literally has a mind of its own. Especially now without my meds."

"I guess it's all good." Lena commented, before looking at Piney and Clay once more. "I thought boys got over that after 13." She joked, causing both Piney and Clay to chuckle.

"Hey, sweetheart," Clay turned back to Lena, gesturing between himself, Chucky, and Piney, "could you give us a few? We gotta talk business."

Lena nodded, grabbing both Clay and Chucky's now empty glasses to wash them. "Okay, I guess I'll be in the back doing some inventory."

"Thank you." Clay told her. "Glad to have you back."

Lena gave Clay another warm smile, before retreating into the back kitchen. When she got there, she immediately noticed the mountain of boxes of delivered alcohol piled high, in the corner. These boxes weren't there over a week ago. It was almost like they had been patiently waiting for her. It was always like this though. If she didn't show up for a day or two, things would just go to the wayside, waiting for her to come back. It was almost as if she were running the bar herself.

Lena released a heavy sigh, walking over to the sink and tossing the heavy mugs inside. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she knew she couldn't. So, she just swallowed all of those feelings down and started her task. At least dealing with this, she didn't have to deal with all the other shit on her mind.

After finally getting those boxes situated, Lena found herself arranging and cleaning the liquor shelf back out front. She had completed the much needed inventory, and was now tasking herself with doing other things. As, again, if she wouldn't do it, then no one would.

The clubhouse was completely dead. Clay and Piney disappeared with that masturbating freak, so it just left her and maybe one or two other people. The rest of the MC would more than likely show up a little later on.

As Lena turned to write down some notes of things she had missed that needed to be ordered, her stomach dropped at the sight of Tara Knowles strolling her way inside. This woman had the worst time of showing up unexpectedly. Tara was the last person that Lena needed or even wanted to see right now.

"What are you doing here?" Lena questioned, when Tara cautiously approached her. "Jax isn't here."

Tara nodded nervously, now standing on the opposite side of the bar from Lena. Her bright eyes began to look around her familiar surroundings, everything rushing back to her. "I know. I'm here to see you, actually."

Lena's brows furrowed in confusion. What could possibly be the reason that the good doctor needed to see her? "Me? Why?"

Tara cleared her throat and finally took a seat. "Jax told me what happened, and I just wanted to personally offer my condolences."

Lena actually giggled at that, but there was no humor behind it. This bitch wasn't serious, was she? "Your condolences? Are you serious? You know what Tara? You can take your condolences and shove them right up your skinny ass." She spat bitterly. She was too emotionally unstable to deal with Tara at this moment. Just thinking about Jax not being with her, at a time when she needed him the most, to help Tara deal with her psycho stalker ex-boyfriend, caused the blood to boil in Lena's system.

"Excuse me?" Tara looked at Lena a little taken aback.

"I don't know what you thought by coming here and offering your condolences was gonna do when you and I both know that it's bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, Lena." Tara muttered in shock. "I just don't want–"

"It's not bullshit?" Lena cut Tara off, and all she felt was pure anger. "You say that you're not here for Jax –that you didn't come back to Charming for Jax– but yet every time I see him, you're lurking in his vicinity."

"I'm his son's surgeon." Tara tried to justify, her dark brows furrowing in confusion.

"Is that what you tell yourself at night, Tara?" Lena snipped. She could see right through Tara's pathetic condolences. She knew Jax's ex was feeling some type of guilt. "To make yourself feel better?"

"Look," Tara released a deep breath, "I just came here to–"

Lena quickly cut her off. "I know exactly what you just came here to do, and I'm putting an end to it right now. Just so we're clear, you and I need to get a few things straight, Tara. First, you being around Jax, relying on him to deal with your shit, that ends now." Tara went to protest when Lena threw a hand up to stop her in her tracks. "Second of all, you need to learn your place in this town. I'm Jax's Old Lady, now, not you. You gave that right up 10 years ago when you snuck out of here like a thief in the night without a second glance. Jax loves me. You're his past. I'm his future. And if you want to call this marking my territory, then have the fuck at it. But I am making sure you are aware that Jax is mine. Are we clear?"

Tara pursed her lips, trying to figure out what she was going to say next. But she thought better of it and just nodded her head. "Crystal."

"Good," Lena paused for a moment, before smacking her lips together, "now I need you to leave, and on your way out, take your shitty condolences with you."

Tara hesitated for a moment, before finally standing up from her seat, and walking out of the clubhouse.

Lena watched as Tara disappeared from her sight. She hadn't noticed that she had grabbed a bottle of gin, until she realized it was shaking uncontrollably in her hand. She quickly felt the itch to just throw the damn thing across the room to let her emotions loose, but instead she poured herself a shot. And for good measure, she poured herself three more.

The clubhouse was now hustling and bustling with patrons, as Lena had expected it to. She was busy, behind the bar, pouring drinks and taking more shots with the members of SAMCRO that had showed up about a half an hour ago. Of course, Jax wasn't with them. At this point, Lena didn't really care.

"How you feelin', baby girl?" Tig asked, sipping his beer bottle, his crystal blue eyes looked at Lena with sympathy.

"I'm feeling better." Lena replied, trying to push down the urge of telling folks to stop asking her that.

"Yeah, Jackie boy was tellin' us you were takin' it pretty hard." Chibs commented, as Lena poured him another shot of whiskey. "Just so you know, SAMCRO –we're here for you, darlin'. Whatever you need."

Tig nodded in agreement, reaching out to pat her hand.

"Thanks boys." Lena gave them a warm smile, this time pouring two more shots. One for Tig and one for herself.

The three of them toasted, before throwing the shot back. Lena winced, feeling the burn of the liquor hitting the back of her throat. She was now definitely starting to feel it, making her body grow warmer. When she looked up she finally saw Jax making his way into the clubhouse and quickly over to her.

"Hey, babe," Lena greeted him.

"Hey." Jax looked at her, and immediately noticed that something was off with her demeanor.

Lena offered him a shot, but he turned it down. She just shrugged and took it herself, receiving much praise from Tig and Chibs.

"How many of those have you had tonight?" Jax questioned, still looking at Lena with concern written in his steely blues. Lena gave him another nonchalant shrug and tossed back another shot. "Maybe you need to slow down a bit."

Lena rolled her eyes annoyed –she was definitely starting to feel it– and poured herself yet another shot. "I'm fine, Jax." She went to toss that one back, before Jax reached out to stop her.

Jax immediately took the shot from her hands and set it down on the bar. "Can we talk?"

Lena sighed heavily, setting the whiskey bottle back on the shelf and giving the bar counter a good wipe. She then quickly dried her hands and made her way around the bar. Jax didn't let Lena's untouched shot go to waste as he downed it for himself and set the shot glass back down on the bar table. He then gave Chib's back a friendly pat and took Lena back to his dorm.

Lena went and sat on the bed, while Jax shut the door behind them. "So, what's up?"

Jax immediately joined her, his jean clad knee brushing against her bare thigh in the short skirt she was wearing. "So," he began, rubbing his hands together, "I got, um, I got some good news today. Abel is officially coming out of the toaster tomorrow and we can finally hold him."

At the mention of Abel, Lena felt a stabbing pain in her chest. It had been a week since she'd last seen him. It was that day, the day she lost her own baby, and hearing Jax telling her that Abel was getting better and that they'd be able to actually hold him, should have been the best news that she needed to hear. And for some reason, it wasn't.

Unfortunately, Lena knew she couldn't let Jax know that "That's great, Jax."

Jax nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "Means he should be coming home real soon."

That was also something that Lena couldn't bear to hear, but she pushed all of those feelings down. "That's wonderful. I'm so happy." She put on a big smile, pulling Jax in for a hug.

When they pulled back, Jax noticed that Lena's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," he reached forward to push a curly tendril behind her ear, "you would tell me if you're not okay, right? We just lost a baby, babe, it's okay if you're not."

Lena swallowed thickly, her eyes cascaded down at her trembling hands. She then took a quick glance back up at Jax, as he still looked at her with concern. She couldn't take him looking at her like that. So, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Jax was caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly melted into it. Lena grabbed the lapels of his kutte and pulled him further toward her. They both fell back on the bed, their mouths still fused together in a tight liplock.

Jax's hand roughly grabbed at Lena's breasts through her top, as their kiss continued to deepen.

Then suddenly the door to the apartment was opened, and the pair immediately pulled apart. Much to Lena's disappointment.

"Hey, man, sorry to interrupt," Opie stood awkwardly by the door, "we got a problem. Mayans."

Jax nodded at his best friend. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

Opie also nodded, shutting the door.

Jax sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "You gonna be okay?" He turned to look at Lena.

"Yeah." Lena told him, not quite making eye contact with her Old Man.

Jax, again, cupping her face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed her lips. He then stood to his feet and headed out of the door.

Lena sat there for a few seconds after Jax had left. All of a sudden, her body was starting to shake, and she felt the tears stinging her eyes. But nipped that in the bud quickly, swallowing it all down. She then ran a hand through her curly locks and stood to her feet. If she was telling people that she was fine, she needed to show it.

Lena awoke the next morning, back at Jax's house. Of course, like always, he wasn't there. When she rolled over, to check her phone, charging on the nightstand, she read the text he'd sent her just after he left. He was requesting that she'd meet him at the hospital later on today so they could be there when Abel officially gets out of his incubator.

Lena sat on the edge of the bed and read the text over and over again. She had contemplated not going. This was definitely going to be hard for her since her emotions were all over the place, and she knew that Abel shouldn't be exposed to that. It wasn't fair to him. But she just decided to fight against it. She needed to. Abel didn't deserve her abandonment. That also wasn't fair to him. It wasn't that innocent baby's fault that she had lost her own. Going to see him is what she needed.

After getting dressed, Lena had made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. As she rummaged through the mess of the cabinets for sugar, something immediately caught her attention. Her brows furrowed, as her fingers brushed against the smooth surface. She wrapped her hand around the thin neck, pulled it out of the cabinet, and finally into her line of vision. Swallowing thickly, she stared at the clear, swishing liquid in the glass bottle, while it stared tauntingly back at her.

Lena figured this must have been left behind from Wendy's secret stash that had been overlooked. She immediately thought about just shoving the bottle right back behind the other crap in the cabinet she got it from and not even think about it. But the ache in her chest caused her to realize how much it was calling out to her to numb her pain.

Without any further thought, Lena dumped her coffee and cup into the sink and grabbed a clean glass from the dishrack instead. Pouring herself a generous amount, she didn't hesitate to swallow the entire thing, feeling the immediate burn as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. When the burning stopped, she went to pour herself another glass full, but was disappointed to find the bottle now empty.

Feeling the ache in chest growing and the guilt resonating in the pit of her stomach, Lena released a deep, mournful sigh. She then tossed the bottle and the glass into the sink, causing them both to nearly shatter. With a shaky hand, she ran it across her sleek ponytail in frustration.

What the hell was going on with me? Lena thought to herself.

After a few moments of trying to catch her bearings, Lena had calmed herself down as much as possible, before grabbing her things and heading out of the house.

Lena pulled her Mustang into the empty visitor's spot in the parking lot at St Thomas. She immediately turned the engine off and made a quick check of herself in the mirror, trying to make herself look as decent as possible. She quickly dabbed some extra concealer under her eyes to cover the dark circles and then made a few swipes of gloss across her full, plump lips. Shoving the items back into her purse, which had been sitting open in the passenger's seat, her eyes landed on something that was lying inside the bag, mocking her. She hesitated, before reaching over and yanking the small, clear object from its confinements.

Lena swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, looking down at the bottle currently in her hands. She hated herself for even having this in her possession, but it was like she wasn't in control of herself when she made a quick stop at the liquor store to pick up the one thing that was starting to help her mask the pain currently clenching in her gut.

Quickly unscrewing the cap, Lena placed the tip of the bottle to her and tipped the bottle back, taking a few desperate swallows. This time she barely even flinched as the clear liquid burned the back of her throat. Once she was satisfied, she twisted the cap back on and shoved the bottle back into her purse.

Lena nearly stumbled out of her car, her equilibrium already a bit compromised. She instantly pulled herself together, wiping the invisible dust from her jeans and resituated the strap of her purse on her shoulder, before making her way into the hospital. She immediately headed toward the NICU, a place that was all too familiar to her now.

Lena had just made it to Abel's room, peeking through the window. She expected to either see Jax or Gemma already inside with the infant, but her heart dropped at the sight before her. Her stomach twisted in knots, and she began to feel bile rising up her throat as she watched Jax's ex happily cradling Abel in her arms.

But this ex wasn't Tara.

"Wendy," Lena choked.

The last time Lena had seen Wendy, she was lying unconscious on Jax's kitchen floor. Wendy was drugged up and strung out. Now, this Wendy looked like a completely different person. She looked happy and healthy and ready to be a mother to Abel.

"Yeah, I was surprised to see her too."

A voice came up behind Lena, startling her. When she turned around, she found Tara, dressed in her white lab coat, approaching her cautiously. It had been less than 24 hours since Lena kicked the good doctor out of the clubhouse, so the tension was still thick between the women. Lena certainly didn't have the time to deal with this ex of her Old Man, but she knew she couldn't have Tara physically removed from here as this was Tara's territory.

Lena rolled eyes, muttering to herself. "Jesus Christ, it's a goddamn trifecta." She then turned back to peer at Wendy, who excitedly bounced Abel in her arms. The jealousy was starting to course through her system. "I thought I told you to stay away from me?"

The good doctor let out a deep sigh, having the actual nerve to come and stand next to Lena at the window. "This is a hospital, Lena. I'm actually employed to be here. And despite what you want, I'm still Abel's doctor." She told her, but kept her attention on Wendy herself.

Lena swallowed thickly, folding her arms across her chest. She was starting to get the itch for that bottle in her purse. She hated this. She really fucking hated this.

Things went quiet between the two women, before Tara cleared her throat, breaking their silence. "Look, maybe you and I should talk about the things you said to me yesterday. I kind of just want to clear the air."

Lena scoffed in irritation, whipping around to face Tara. "No, we don't actually. The air is completely clear with us. I meant everything that I said to you, Tara. I'm done here."

Tara eyed Lena warily, her eyes narrowing directly on Jax's Old Lady. "Have you been drinking this morning?"

Lena let out a small, frustrated groan. She knew she should have just walked away and waited for Jax, but she let herself be baited by Tara. "And why exactly would you say that?"

Tara took another half step toward Lena, holding her clipboard closer to her body. "Well, your speech is a bit slurred. Your eyes are glassy. Pupils dilated. And you smell like a brewery."

Lena pursed her lips together, really not wanting to hear anymore of what Tara was trying to accuse her of. Yes, she had a little bit to drink, but she was a fucking adult going through a lot right now. If she wanted to take the edge off, who was Tara to tell her otherwise. She didn't have to answer to anyone. Especially not Tara. "Look, what I do or don't do is none of your fucking business, alright?"

Tara stood a step back in surprise at Lena's anger. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but it still caught her off guard. "Oh, I beg to differ, Lena. You're in a hospital, surrounded by small, sick children. It is my job and my business to make sure that nothing happens to them. Maybe you should sober up, before I let you in there to see Abel."

"Let me?" Lena exclaimed at whatever audacity Tara had just thrown at her. "Oh, honey, you don't run anything around here. Especially not with me. If I want to see Abel, I have every right to. I've been here almost every fucking day since he was born. I am just as much his parent as Jax or Wendy."

Tara shook her head dismissively, walking back up to Lena. "Look, I know that losing your baby was hard on you, but maybe you need to think about things –slow down, before you really hurt yourself, Abel, or even Jax."

Lena went to open her mouth, but was cut off by Jax now approaching them. "Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, flitting his blue eyes between his ex-girlfriend and his Old Lady, sensing the tension coming from them.

The few members of SAMCRO that had arrived along with their VP, followed right behind him. They had stopped shortly when they noticed the two women standing at odds with each other in front of Abel's hospital room. They knew that it wasn't their place to interfere and to just let Jax handle it himself.

Before Lena could tell Jax that everything was fine, Tara, inconveniently, was the first to speak. "Maybe you should ask your girlfriend how much she's had to drink today." She sneered, turning on her heels and walked away, pretending to ignore Bobby, Chibs, and Happy on her way down the hall.

Jax watched Tara disappear, before looking down at Lena, who looked beyond irritated. "The hell is she talking about?"

Lena folded her arms back across her chest, looking down at her shuffling feet. "She's just being a paranoid bitch, Jax. I'm fine."

"Hey," Jax reached out to grab her face in his hands, and she finally looked up at him, "have you been drinking today, Lee?"

Lena threw a humorless laugh Jax's way and pulled back from his grip. Of course he would believe Tara over her. "You know what? I think I'm gonna take off. I know when I'm not needed."

As Lena turned to walk away from her Old Man, he immediately stopped her by gently grabbing her elbow and gently pulling her back toward him. "Lee, you gotta tell me what's going on here. I'm really worried about you."

Lena sighed heavily, turning back to fully face Jax and feeling the tears burning the back of her eyes. "Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. I just lost your baby, Jax. In which, I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't really give a rat's ass about. Your exes just keep popping up like mole rats, and I'm unsure of how I should be feeling. So, I'm just not even going to bother anymore. I'm gonna let you and Wendy have the time you deserve with your son. I...I just need some space." She told him, and this time she was able to turn to walk away, while ignoring the fact that he was calling out to her.

The moment Lena hit the front steps of the hospital, her heart beat angrily in her chest, and she felt the overwhelming urge to retrieve that bottle from her purse. She immediately thought better of it when she was approached by yet another unwelcomed face.

"And this day just got worse." Lena muttered to herself, before looking over at that unwelcomed face. "Is this what you ATF freaks do in your spare time? Lurk outside of hospitals?"

Federal Agent June Stahl chuckled sarcastically, striding her way up to the stairs, her FBI badge gleaming underneath the California sun, against her thin hip. "I guess you are referring to my former colleague, Agent Josh Kohn." The Agent stood intimidatingly in front of Lena. "Which, by the way, he never made it back to Chicago. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?"

Lena knew this woman had been in town long before Tara's little friend, Kohn, had shown his face, as the skinny bitch had been going around harassing other Old Ladies . Lena knew it was a matter of time before she was next. Agent Stahl was one of the many unsuccessful feds to come and leave with nothing on SAMCRO. But this time, Lena knew this heffa was back and more determined than ever to take Clay and Jax down.

Lena raised a perfectly arched brow, knowing that if Kohn was forced to leave town, but never made it, Jax definitely had something to do with it. Her Old Man was also determined to make the ATF piece of shit pay for what he did to them. But of course, Lena wasn't going to let Stahl know of her suspicions. She wasn't a rat.

"No," Lena shook her head, "but if anything did happen to that creep, I doubt anyone would miss him. So, good fucking riddance." She stated, trying to walk away.

Agent Stahl immediately stopped Lena, grabbing onto her upper arm. "No need to go anywhere, Miss Daniels. I think you and I should have a little chat."

Lena looked down at Agent Stahl's grip on her arm, similar to when Kohn grabbed her. She quickly snatched herself out of Stahl's hold. "Well, that sucks for you, Agent, because I'm not really in a chatty mood today. Especially with you."

Agent Stahl, again, stood in front of Lena, glaring at her. "Oh, you thought that was an option? I don't think so, sweetheart. You're gonna come down to the station with me, and you and I are gonna have ourselves a nice, long talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you." Lena spat bitterly. "Now, unless you have a warrant, I need to be on my way."

As Lena sidestepped Stahl, she hadn't realized the ATF Agent had spied something suspiciously hanging out of her purse.

"Uh, Miss Daniels," Stahl called out to Lena, causing the young woman to turn around, annoyed, "what's this?" She teasingly tipped over the half drank bottle of vodka that was supposed to have been at the bottom of Lena's bag. "An open container, in what I'm assuming will be in your car. That's kind of illegal. Maybe I should test your blood alcohol level and arrest you with the intent to drive under the influence."

Lena swallowed the lump at the back of her throat, clutching her purse closer to her body. She was fucking screwed. "What do you want from me?"

Agent Stahl smirked at getting her way once again. "A moment of your time. And this," she eyed the bottle again, "this goes away. The decision is yours."

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