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echobx · 25 days

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soulmates 4 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n has to face her ex and gets to know JJ better

warnings: smut thoughts, angst-ish, screaming, threatening, JJ being JJ, pranking, indication of smut

word count: 2.5k

author's note: this was fun to write and i hope you enjoy it

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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“You must be JJ,” your mother's voice came to your ears, and you broke apart, not knowing how long you had just stood there kissing him. “I'm very sorry,” he apologized, but she just brushed it off. “Don't worry, my husband was way worse,” she laughed. “Still is,” she corrected herself, and you had the feeling that he had told her to say it. “I hope you like tacos,” she smiled at him. “I really don't want to intrude,” JJ said, and you suddenly felt very insecure, no, he felt insecure. “Nonsense, you're part of the family now,” your mom kept trying to pull him in, but he was too scared in a way. “Mom,” you looked at her and shook your head. “I mean, you don't have to, but you are always welcome, that's what I meant,” she spoke slowly while focusing on you. “I'm going to start cooking now,” she announced and turned to walk over into the kitchen. ‘Thank you,’ JJ smiled at you. ‘You don't have to stay, I know it's a lot,’ you admitted, but you couldn't shake the need of wanting to kiss him again, and he blushed a little over it. You turned to walk towards your room, his hand fast in yours, but he was still unsure; not because he didn't want to, but because your parents were so different from any he had ever met.

“This is my room,” you whispered as you walked inside. The small lavender colored room had just enough space for your bed, a desk, and the closet. You watched him take it all in, his ring adorned fingers running over the pictures that you had standing on your desk before turning around to smile at you. “Cozy,” he said sat down on your bed. JJ held out his arms, and you stepped over and in between his legs, his arms wrapped around you, his head leaning against your stomach as you let your hands run through his hair. ‘I want to show you something, but it's not going to be pretty,’ he thought, and you agreed to wanting to know anyway. ‘I trust you to not run away. I never told all of this to anyone,” he explained and you nodded. ‘I don't like running,’ you tried to lighten the mood, and he chuckled against your belly. The memories he showed you were painful to say the least, all of them were of his dad hurting him in more ways than you would have ever imagined, but then you watched him as he helped him leave. And the things he showed you changed. They got happier, no longer painful but just neutral in your eyes, but to him, they were the happiest memories he had with his dad; sharing beers, working on cars, teaching him how to ride a bike. “JJ-” you hushed rather speechless over everything, but he wasn't done yet. He showed you how he had taught himself to surf, how he learned stealing and lying until he was better at it than you would've ever imagined anyone being. His first time meeting John B, and every single time the two of them had done something incredibly stupid and gotten away with it. He showed you his first kiss with a Touron and even his first time, with a girl way older than him. Then the rush of endorphins upon seeing you for the first time, but the very last thing he decided to show you was the very faint picture of a beautiful blonde woman. “That's my life,” he whispered and looked up at you.

You were completely speechless, and if you knew how he had done it you would've shown him your life too, but you truly didn't know how. “You don't have to show me,” he whispered and hugged you tighter. But you really wanted to, you felt like you owed it to him. With your eyes screwed shut you tried to summon a particular memory, the one when your parents had explained the soulmate concept to you. You had been eleven at the time, with your first little crush and your parents had found it the right moment to tell you about love and about why they were so lucky to have each other, and you. Then you thought about your first kiss and how horrible it had felt, until you slipped away again. It felt like you lost control of your mind, but your memories kept playing. He found the first memory you had, playing in the mud with your old dog. He then moved on, skimming over a few, staying longer some other time until he found himself realizing how empty you had felt just two days before. “I'm sorry,” he gasped and let go of you, not just physically, but mentally. “How did you do that?” you asked, you didn't want to seem scared, but the fact that he had so easily taken over and controlled your whole being, was still scary. “I don't know,” he said, and you knew it was the truth.

“Bean!” your mom yelled, and you snapped around, she never yelled, she despised it, actually. JJ shook his head as you wanted to leave your room, he placed himself in front of you and walked out. “You know, it really doesn't make any sense, why him? Why did it have to be him of all people?” You could hear Kelce's voice coming from the living area. “We don't have a say in it. You are a smart young man, you know that,” your mom spoke slowly, she was scared. “Kelce, what are you doing?” JJ asked but didn't let you look past him. “You stole my girlfriend,” he laughed hysterically. “I didn't,” JJ said and lifted his hands. “She made the decision. I didn't tell her to do anything.” “I really regret not finishing you off last year,” Kelce said and my mom gasped. “She will never forgive you if you do this,” JJ breathed heavily, he tried not to show you how scared he was, but it didn't help much. ‘Go back into your room, please,’ he begged you, but you didn't listen to him, not even when you heard Kelce cock the gun he was apparently pointing at JJ. ‘I’m not leaving!’ “If I can't have her you can't have her either,” Kelce screamed.

“Fine, but don't do this here. We can go outside,” JJ tried to convince him, but you couldn't tell if it worked or not. ‘Remember what I showed you earlier? You just have to get behind him. No one will get hurt, trust me,’ JJ told you and stepped forward, walking towards the door and stepping outside as Kelce followed him, but as soon as you took a step forward he snapped around. “Stay right there, I don't want to hurt you,” he said and pointed the gun back at JJ, but his eyes stayed fixed on you. “You are hurting me already. You hurt me when you came in here and threatened my mom. You hurt me when you decided to not let me go. I know what you did to him, the pain you caused, how your hands closed around his neck, draining the air from my lungs,” you spoke quietly, tears falling down your cheeks. “No,” he shook his head. “I think it's worse that I know what it's like to kiss you dude,” JJ huffed and Kelce pressed the barrel of the gun into his back. You felt like hitting JJ over the head for his comment but then again Kelce was so overwhelmed with his anger that he didn't pay any attention to you anymore, but especially he hadn't looked into the direction of your mom a single time since starting to walk towards the door. He didn't even notice her sneaking up from behind him and hitting him over the head with a pan. Kelce fell to the ground with a loud thud, and you jumped forward and kicked the gun from his hand.

“See, worked like a charm,” JJ smirked and turned around. “I'm calling the police,” your mom cried out, but JJ shook his head. “Better idea,” he mumbled and checked the boy's pulse. “I don't think you want to be witnessing any of it though,” JJ mumbled and turned to your mom. ‘Tell her to leave. She can take the gun to Shoupe, the Sheriff, just say you found it somewhere,’ JJ told you while pulling out his phone. “Mom, you have to take the gun to the police station, I'll make sure that he's safe. Please, mom,” you told her and she nodded while eyeing JJ. She got a plastic bag from a drawer in the kitchen, and you put the gun inside, without putting any fingerprints on it. Then she left, and you hoped that your dad wouldn't be back until you had taken care of Kelce.

“What's the plan?” you asked JJ who turned around with a mischievous smile on his face. “Do you really want to know?” he asked, and you raised your eyebrow at him. ‘Pretending like I'm not going to find out either way. Now tell me what to do,’ you glared at him. “You know, I'm very glad that you didn't- You know,” he mumbled and started checking Kelce’s pockets for his phone. “Bingo,” he exclaimed and pulled the phone out and unlocked it by holding it to the unconscious boy's face. “What if I had? At least I didn't fuck my best friend and lie to her about my feelings,” you snapped at him. “I didn't lie,” he whispered and kept emptying the boy's pockets, collecting everything on the kitchen island. “I just didn't know what love was. The same bullshit that caused this.” He gestured at the knocked out Kelce lying on the floor or your home. Everything was so over the top and completely unbelievable that you couldn't help but laugh hysterically. “Fuck!” you screamed because it was so surreal that you had never felt more alive than at that moment. “He's so bad at kissing,” you laughed and fell down next to him.

“Good, he's still dressed, I don't like when you get ahead of yourself,” John B said, and you looked up at him. “What are we doing?” you ask and John B and JJ shared a knowing glance. “Let him out at the beach, but put his clothes in his car and drive it somewhere else,” John B explained quickly. “I wonder,” you mumbled and tried to figure out if waking up naked or wearing lingerie was worse. “That's evil,” JJ noted with a smirk. “Do you have one to spare?” You nodded and got up, walking into your room where you picked out a Hello Kitty T-string and then walked back outside, presenting it to the two boys. “Shit,” John B hissed before he burst out laughing.

JJ pulled you into him and kissed you longingly. His tongue filled your mouth and teased you, making you crave for more while continuously telling you how much he loved you. “I love you,” he whispered as you broke apart. “Love you more,” you replied with a light giggle, showing him the idea of letting him eat you out as you pulled on his hair. His eyes widened and he gulped. “We should really get to work,” he pressed out, and you stepped away, putting all of Kelce's belongings into a bag, without stopping your little daydream. “JJ, concentrate!” John B yelled at him, and you had to giggle. The boy's eyes fell on you, and he gave you a sharp look. “We have to be done before he wakes up. Whatever you are doing, please stop.” ‘Don’t stop,’ JJ begged, but you knew you had to. He wasn't strong enough to concentrate on what you had to do while your mind showed him so many things he dreamed of doing to you. “I think the problem isn't what I'm thinking about, just that, he can't do two things at once,” you giggled and smiled at John B. ‘Why are you so mean to me?’ JJ complained to you.

You let your head play your favorite song as John B drove you in the Twinkie towards the Boneyard. The three of you had debated whether Maze wouldn't be a better idea, but you didn't want to risk any kids being flashed in the morning when they came to surf. You laid him down on the dry sand, far enough from the sea to make sure he wouldn't run the risk of drowning. Then you helped JJ strip Kelce and put the very tiny underwear on him. “I didn't think it would be that small,” you wondered while taking the picture and posting it on Kelce's Instagram account with the title “I'm a pretty little girl.” “I'm so glad that I'm not on your bad side, princess,” JJ mused and kissed your cheek as he watched you hit post.

“You guys are diabolical,” John B laughed as he looked at his phone. “Oh, the best part is that no one can prove that it was us,” you smiled at him. “We just have to park his car somewhere conceivable,” JJ mumbled. “Like his favorite bar?” you asked and he nodded. “Remind me to never cross you,” John B laughed and stopped at your home. “I should take care of the car,” JJ said while getting out. “No, your fingerprints would be too obvious. Mine won't even be noticed,” you said and pulled the keys out of your pocket. “Besides, me dropping off the car will also not raise that much suspicion if anyone sees me.” “She's right,” John B agreed with you, but JJ didn't like the idea of letting you go off on your own, too scared that something might happen.

You got into the car and placed every single thing that Kelce had had in his pockets where it belonged. Neatly folding his clothes and laying them down on the passenger seat before driving off. It wasn't far from your home, and the bar didn't have too many customers that night. You put the keys under the sun visor and walked back home without anyone seeing you.

“I don't even care what you did, just promise me that this won't be a reoccurring thing.” You could hear your mom talk to JJ. “Done,” you said while walking inside and smiling at them. Your dad immediately hugged you. “Don't scare me like that again. It's really hard to stay focused on work like that.” “I don't think he'll ever dare to even look at me again,” you admitted and JJ couldn't stop himself from grinning. “It's not funny. I could've seriously injured him,” your mom cried out. ‘I’ve survived worse,’ JJ thought, and his eyes darted back at you. “You didn't though, you saved us, mom,” you said and hugged her. ‘I should be on the lookout, not that she tries to use that pan on me one day,’ JJ joked. ‘Will John B keep our secret?’ you asked, and he nodded as soon as you looked at him. ‘Deny, deny, deny, baby,’ he smirked. “Pizza?” he asked, and your parents looked at him perplexed. “It's the least I can do.”

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please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

part 5

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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west coast, best coast (b.r.b.)

a/n: i cooked this up a few weeks ago and as usual @gretagerwigsmuse encourages me to write literally every thought that pops into my brain.

summary: Bradley shows Sunshine why the West Coast is the best coast.

or: the sunrise fic

flight risk masterlist

warnings: future Bradley and Sunshine, west coast best coast always, kylie wrote fluff who is she, unedited

word count: 1k

Something nudges you, drawing you from your sleep, but you figure Bradley must be moving so you shift, tucking your head into the pillow.

He nudges you again, followed by a whispered, “Sunshine?”

You groan, lifting your head and blearily blinking your eyes open. “What Bradley?”

“C’mon, I wanna go for a drive.”

After pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes in an attempt to ground yourself and wake up, you blink once more, realizing it’s still dark outside. “Wha- Bradley, the sun isn’t even up yet.”

“Exactly.”

You chance a look at him. He’s clad in black sweats, a UVA crewneck thrown on. “’M going back to bed.” You mutter, rolling over on the bed.

“Sunshine, no, nope, c’mon.” He says, reaching out from your arm and rolling you back to face him. “C’mon, get up. Humor me just this once.”

“Our entire relationship is me humoring you.”

He huffs in an attempt to be annoyed but the grin on his face is giving him away. “Let me do something nice for you. ‘Specially after your bad week.”

You huff, finally sitting up in bed. “And your idea of doing something nice for me is getting me up at the ass crack of dawn?”

“It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

You throw your legs over the side of the bed, standing up. “It better be Bradshaw.”

“Why are we at the beach?” You ask, squinting. Bradley puts the car into park, the volume of his playlist titled beach drives lowering. “And why’d we have to stop to get burritos?”

“It’s not a beach trip without a breakfast burrito from San Diego’s finest hole-in-the-wall taco shop.” He responds, turning the key in the ignition off. “This is why I told you to grab a sweatshirt. C’mon.”

You sigh, pulling the passenger door open, grabbing the burritos as you do. Bradley throws open the trunk, grabbing some blankets. He shifts the blankets into one arm, interlocking his fingers with yours as the two of you walk down towards the beach.

The parking lot at Mission Beach is just outside of Belmont Park and while it would normally be a nightmare to find a spot, the beach a crowded and littered mess, it’s currently deserted save for a few of the surfers. Bradley leads you mid-way down towards the beach before he stops, tugging his hand away to lay down the blankets.

Once he deems the blankets perfect, the two of you sit. The sand is cool against your toes as you wiggle your shoes off before bringing your legs in to be sat criss-cross. Bradley hands a burrito to you as the both of you shift, the sun barely peeking out of the horizon.

The rise of the sun is slow but peaceful. The yellow hues slowly turn red and pink at the edge of the water, color streaking through the sky.

You pause, mid-chew. Bradley’s got his head in your lap, having inhaled his own burrito as he keeps his eyes on the water. Your left hand is curled up into his hair, other hand on your burrito.

“Did you bring me out here to watch the sunrise?” You mutter lowly and Bradley turns, a grin spreading across his face.

“Finally caught on to my master plan, did you?”

You give a half-shrug, taking another bite of your burrito. “’S pretty.”

“It is isn’t?” He says, eyes never leaving you, even as yours turn back to the crashing waves. “Kind of like you.”

You duck your head, feeling your cheeks blush. “Stop.” You mutter. He chuckles, shaking his head as he also turns his gaze back to the sunrise.

“I used to come out here a lot in high school.” He says after a minute, causing you to glance back down. them. “To surf, you know? Early morning is some of the best times to catch waves. It was a way to get away, to not have to deal with Mom’s diagnosis. But then I stopped coming out here to surf and would drive here every morning just to see the sunrise, even though it made me late for my first period. There was just something so... so grounding about watching the sun rise. Like it was a new day and a new chance to get things right. Out here, it’s calm, just you and the sand and the waves and the sunrise. One of the things I’ve missed most since I moved away.”

You wrap what’s left of the burrito in the foil, tucking it into the plastic bag to keep it safe from the seagulls. “Kind of how I’ve felt about sunsets? The end of the day meaning there’s always a chance to try again tomorrow.” You nudge Bradley and he shifts, sitting up just long enough to allow you to lay down on the blanket and cuddle into him. “But I think I understand why you love the West Coast so much.”

“West Coast is the best coast.”

You snort, nudging his shoulder. “Shut up surfer boy.”

“Hey, you’d think I was so hot in my wet suit.”

You give him a skeptical look. “Is anybody hot in those things?”

“I make it work.”

There’s a beat before you both break into giggles and Bradley grabs you, rolling over so he’s over you, forearms resting next to your head. He’s got a soft smile on his face, eyes moving over you like he’s committing this all to memory.

“What? Gotta a little guac on my face?” You joke, try not to squirm under his gaze. You had never quite got used to the way Bradley openly looked at you with so much love, like you were his whole world. It still made you breathless and dizzy.

If anything his smile only grows.

“I love you Sunshine. So fucking much.” He leans down, pressing a featherlight kiss to the side of your mouth. “Thanks for choosing to do life with me.”

“No where else I’d rather be.” You whisper.

“You’re the love of my life, you know that? Never thought I’d find this.”

One of your hands finds his, intertwining your fingers with his before you press a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I love you Bradley Bradshaw.”

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pjoxreader · 11 months

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Hii! hope you are doing well,can i make a request on headcannons of how would it be a romantic relashionship between Leo and a brazilian reader plss :))

Leo Dating A Brazilian Reader

((I was raised in both Texas and Colorado so I'm American as American gets. 😭 I really hope this is ok I tried to do some research!))

Leo Valdez

-When you first met Leo he came over with one of those ‘Portuguese For Dummies’ books. He clears his throat before very shabbily attempting to introduce himself. You can’t help but watch him struggle for a bit before chiming in with a “I can speak english you know?” You can’t deny his dumbfounded face was very cute as he just let out an “oh.”

-Once you two get together you share your culture with him, and that includes his food. Leo has zero problems with that as he was a big foodie, he loves cooking food but even more so eating it. He can make a mean taco you can’t deny. But he absolutely falls in love with your cooking, especially Feijoada. He was born in Texas of course he’d love a stew with beans, beef and pork!

-He constantly brags about how amazing you are to anyone who listens. Most people have been getting tired of hearing him talk about you non stop but you can’t help but find it cute. He also works very hard on learning Portuguese so that one day you can show him your hometown.

-You were born in Recife, so when you started to date Leo you wanted to teach him how to surf. It was something he struggled quite a bit with. But he was just happy to be there with you and see you laugh, even if it meant he’d end up going headfirst into a wave.

-He is very insecure about your relationship, feeling that you are way out of his league and one day you’ll realize and leave him. You have to give him plenty of affection and love or he’ll start to worry that he’s done something wrong and messed everything up somehow.

-Your anniversaries are always amazing. He always makes something big of them, making homemade fireworks that explode into beautiful colors. He always tries to one up himself every year, so you’re always in for a surprise and can’t help but look forward to it.

~Masterlist & Rules~

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theesirenteller · 7 months

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𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.

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ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⇶ Sons Of Anarchy

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ⇶ Jax Teller

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴇsᴛ ⇶ Bluebell Luanne Buckley (original character)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⇶ sᴇᴛ ɪɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴs ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ; ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɢʟʏ ᴍᴜsᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇs ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇʀs. ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ sᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʀᴀɴᴅʏ's sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ. sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴜ ᴊᴀx ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ's ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴇsʜʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ.

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The Blue skies of charming seemed a little bluer, the air a little crisper, and the sun shined a little brighter. Church ended faster than Jax expected but he was thankful. He now sat in one of the booths at the back of the clubhouse. His phone was clutched in his hands as he texted away with a boyish smile on his lips. " Hey. " Opie smacked his hands against the table, catching his friend's attention. " You coming with Tig and I to the titty bar? It's free taco Tuesday so Tig's pretty excited," he said.

" Greasy tacos and beer? sounds tempting but nah man, I've got plans. " Jax grinned as he stood up. Before Opie could question him further, The bubbly blonde rushed out of the clubhouse.

Today was Thursday. Which meant it was the one day a week that Jax and Bluebell got to have an afternoon date. And this time it was Jax's turn to pick their date destination. Some Instyle magazine at the gas station he'd passed stated women liked being pampered by their boyfriends. The list was long, stating different ways that a guy could pamper and spoil their girl. One option stood out to him…a salon trip. Jax had been to the salon only a handful of times with his mother and that was when he was a child. Gemma kept the same style at the Charming Salon. He didn't pay much attention to who attended and who didn't. This time around he passed by often and noticed that no one that had Bluebell's hair texture ever attended the salon. The few biracial and black women who went by the salon always came out with straightened hair. No fancy styles or anything he'd seen in Seventeen, AMINA, and Sister to Sister magazines at the gas station on the outskirts of town.

So Jax got creative. He surfed the web and came across a salon called Afrolicious Beauties. The website had ' Black Owned Business since 1961' and had endless amounts of photos of diverse black women with various hair textures and styles. The prices weren't outrageous either. So it didn't take Jax much longer after that to make an appointment for Bell. He loved her curly fro but was curious to see how she would look in a different hairstyle and he hoped she'd enjoy the pampering. The sunkissed biker wasn't sure what to exactly ask for but after a long conversation with a woman named Annie on the opposite end of the line; a deep conditioner and silk press were booked.

Bluebell finished her shift and bid her cousin Duggie goodbye before she sat outside awaiting her boyfriend. She wore a mid-length beige floral dress that had a square-lace embroidered neckline. The flowers on the dress were colored in rose pink with hints of periwinkle, and some touches of melon green. lace trim scattered around the bottom hem of the dress that stopped a few inches above her ankles. The dress had been her mother's and it was one of many that she found in the storage shed. her cowboy boots tapped against the wooden porch floor as she waited. Soon enough the familiar rumbling of a motorcycle engine filled her ears causing a smile to form across her face. Bluebell stood up on her feet and walked off the porch just as Jax rolled up in front of her.

The two smiled at one another like two love-struck fools the moment their eyes met. " Hey there beautiful, you need a ride? " The blonde flirted. His hand extended out.

" I would love to, thank you. " she giggled. her hand grasping onto his own as she got on the back of his bike. Bluebell snuggled his helmet onto her head and locked the clasp shut before wrapping her arms around his waist.

" Oh, Honeybee, you're wearing the shirt! You look so handsome! '' Bluebell gushed from behind him as she hugged him close. A few days prior she'd sewed him a light blue and white flannel that he currently wore. It truly did bring out the vibrancy of the blue in his eyes.

Tilting his head to the side, he had stolen a tender peck from her lips. " Thanks, babe," he replied. Jax loved it and knowing she'd made it special for him made his heart warm. He smiled like a kid on Christmas and waited until their date to wear it.

It felt like they were flying. Jax sped out of charming like a bat out of hell. The route was much different than their usual one and Bluebell sat wide-eyed in the back of him. The sun didn't seem to bother and the air felt like a kiss from god, soft and gentle.

The two soon arrived at a train station. Located by a long railway near the border of the highway eight miles away from Charming. Bluebell's eyes filled with inquisitive eagerness at the sight. A small barn-like area sat a few feet away from it where a handful of cars and bikes were parked. Jax averted his bike in that direction. Parking in Section Seven, spot 2B. A small coin slot machine sat in front of the spot. The farmer girl had gotten off first and Jax followed suit.

" We're taking a train," Bluebell stated. Excitement bounced off her words as she looked up at him.

" Yeah, babe. I told you I'd be taking us on an adventure. " he grinned.

After placing a toll fee of six dollars for three hours, Jax's bike was securely locked in. His arm draped around Bluebell's shoulder as he nuzzled her close to his side. The way walked the short distance to the station. Jax led them to the high platform where a total of eight people were. Bluebell hadn't asked where they were going, she was all for surprises and wanted to enjoy the ride.

" Thanks, Honeybee. '' she smiled. soon placing an adorning kiss on the side of his jaw. During their late-night hangouts and conversations about any and everything, she had mentioned wanting to ride a train. She'd seen the train in the movie Harry Potter once as a child and thought it'd be swell to experience that one day for herself.

" Don't mention it babe. " he hummed. A bashful blush scorched his cheeks as she hugged him tightly. The way she looked at him like he was a knight in shining armor or some prince. It made his throat go dry and the hair at the back of his neck sweatily smacked to his skin.

The loud tooting of the train engine caught the couple's attention and excitement sparkled in both of their eyes as it approached. " Train to Solana Beach approaching the station, please stand away from the platform edge." a robotic voice said through the speakers.

The couple stood close beside each other as the train came to a stop before Bluebell eagerly rushed in. Her hand tugged Jaxs as she went down the aisle. Singular and double seats were on either side of the aisle, painted in blue and cream-colored leather. Once located in the middle cart, a mischievous smile formed across Jax's lips. He swept his arms around her waist and with a swift motion tackled them both into a random double seat. a loud squeak and laugh escaped Bluebell's lips causing a few looks from bypassers to be shot their way.

" One of these days yuh ' gon break me in half Jax. I ain't some rag doll yuh' can mangle around. " Bluebell hissed. A faux upset glare on her face as her hands smacked against his arms. His goofy smile made her mirror him.

He said nothing. His eyes were wide with enlarged dilated pupils. Creases formed at the corner of his lids. Cheeks, ears, and neck kissed with the shade rouge red. The promise that she would be his forever laid within her mocha eyes. No words were needed. Jax nuzzled his nose against the side of her cheek, his rough hands cradled the side of her neck. Bluebell's scent reminded him of the strawberry milkshakes she drank religiously. Soft and airy yet sweet almost like strawberries covered in creamy vanilla with powdered sugar. How she always smelt so good remained a mystery to him. He knew the details of how she loved concocting oil in her kitchen but good lord. his lips pressed gently against the crease of her exposed collarbone.

Jax's acts of adornment made Bluebell's heart flutter. She never felt this feeling of being loved and safe before. Was she living in a fairytale? How had she become a princess? She felt more than a farm girl in his arms. Bluebell felt like the girls she'd seen in sappy afternoon Hallmark movies. Jax gave her a feeling that could only be described as seeing the sun for the first time, that feeling shook her down to her core. She breathed him in. Drank in his affection. Craved the taste of cigarettes and bitter beer on his lips. Needed his heavenly smile and sapphire eyes to settle on her for Bluebell to function properly. This had to be love. Love was pure. Love was unexplainable. Love was strange. Love was invincible. Love was feeling like the only two people in the world. Love wasn't real, it was something that you could touch. It was an emotion that came as easy as breathing. Love felt freeing. And by god Bluebell Buckley felt all of that and more that couldn't be put into words for Jax.

Her warm arms embraced him, wrapped around his shoulders with her chest pressed against his. Tender kisses were stolen from one another. The two only pulled away to laugh or for Jax to show their tickets to the aisle clerk. His arm draped over her dress-covered thighs as they two looked out the window. Ever since he and Bluebell had gotten together Jax had gotten a chance to venture outside of Charming for fun instead of for club business. Girls were hot in every city or town but none compared to his Bell. A Samcrow member from Washington he'd met on the road had no problem gushing about how great his old lady was. Jax remembered the twenty-six-year-old man saying " It's nice to be married. You slutty fuckers are missing out. "

Jax and Bluebell weren't married and despite laughing alongside his brothers, Jax could relate to an extent. Despite not being sure of the future or worrying about it, one thing Jackson knew was that Bluebell would be his old lady. He couldn't imagine marrying anyone else. Who else would make him feel this way? Jax could bet a hundred dollars not even his parents experienced this type of love. Where being touch starved never existed. Never feeling angry and always being happy was all there was.

Twenty minutes later the young couple arrived at Palm Tree Paradise. The city was diverse, families of different ethnicities walked the streets. The scent of different spices and food vibrantly roamed the air. Bluebell grasped Jax's hand as she walked closely beside him with a smile on her lips and wanderlust in her eyes. The pair passed a series of small shops that sold everything from clothing to trinkets to hair accessories and food. Everything was so colorful and pastel. Jax eyed a leather apparel shop as they passed by it. Both men's and women's apparel was displayed and the various cuts and styles caught his attention.

They'd passed by a few more shops before arriving at the hair salon. The display on the outside of the salon was bright purple. Bluebell looked through the shop window before looking up at Jax with a confused expression. " Surprise babe. I booked you a salon appointment. figured some pampering outside of Charming would be fun. " he grinned.

Like a child being given a puppy Bluebell squealed and hugged him " Aww Suga! Thanks, Honeybee. " They both hugged and laughed.

" Don't thank me yet babe. Wait until it's all done. " He replied as he took her hand in his own, going inside.

" This is gonna be so fun. " Bluebell whispered to herself from behind him. She practically hopscotched into the shop.

The place was lively. Various plants scattered around the purple-colored salon. Fancy leather chairs and the speakers played Erykah Badu's On & On, giving the shop a more cozy and tranquil feel to it. The place smelled of Lavender and Sage mixed with the smokey scent of flat irons and floor cleaner. The woman at the front desk was beautiful. Smooth golden brown skin with honey blonde hair, busty and built curvy. She had a phone placed against her ear and smiled at the pair.

" Hi! I'm Bluebell. " Bell greeted cheerfully. Her smile is bright and welcoming. Her accent is heavy.

" I'm Jax, I'm looking for Annie. I booked an appointment for 2;30. " Jax spoke up from beside her.

" I'm Annie. Nice to meet y'all. " The hairstylist smiled. her attention was directed to Bluebell `` Are you from Georgia? Your accent is adorable. "

" I am! Have you been there ma'am? " Bluebell replied. She and Jax followed behind Annie as she led them through the busy shop. Bluebell waved at a few people who stared at them.

" Mhm. I've got family all up and through there. Have a seat, honey. " Annie replied as she patted the salon chair at the washing station.

Jax already felt a bit out of place due to pure boredom. Also, he was thirsty since the ride was long and the drinks on board were overpriced. As Bluebell took a seat, he asked her " Hey Bell you good here? I'm gonna go get a drink and check out this shop I saw. Do you want anything? "

She looked up at him as a black cape was placed over her " Mhm. I'll be alright. Anything sugary be fine, maybe a strawberry milkshake. " she replied.

A smile spread across his lips as the golden-haired biker smiled and swiftly pecked her lips. " Strawberry milkshake got it. text me if you need me," he reassured. When she nodded in agreement he strolled out the shop.

" He's a cutie girl and damn sure seems smitten with you. " Annie commented. " How long y'all been together? " she asked as she began washing Bluebell's thick coils in cool water. Annie started the wash with a rosemary clarifying shampoo and sea salt scalp scrub.

Bluebell closed her eyes and smiled with glee as she began to enjoy the service. " Thank you, ma'am. We've been together for a month and three days. Jax is the cutest boy I ever did see. Cutest in our town. " she said. pride in her voice.

Annie chuckled to herself. Young love was so sweet. " Cutest in town huh? That ain't hard to believe. Where are y'all from anyway? "

" Mhm. We're from Charming. " The moment she said the name, a few women in the shop stopped talking.

" Oh, chile hell no. I heard from my cousin Ricky that them redneck Aryan warriors live there. Them fools are dangerous and love to skin and do all types of fucked up shit to black folks. " An older woman spoke up with a head shake.

" I hope your man is protected girl cause them fools get batshit crazy when they see one of their own with a sista. " Another hairstylist said.

" Oh geez. Well, Jax is well protected. I don't live too deep into town. I live with my uncle and cousin on our ranch. '' Bluebell reassured them. The conversation continued and jumped to various topics. Bluebell was given a deeply nourishing coconut and honey hot oil treatment whilst the ladies all chit-chatted.

Meanwhile, Jax went into the leather shop he'd been eyeing. It was a second-hand rare-find shop. The small space was filled to the brim with various pieces and a lot of them reminded him of jackets and vests his dad owned. A particular jacket caught his eye. It was black with a glossed shine of midnight blue with skull patches, a lucky 18 patch, and a 'skull's island forever' engravement on the back. Jax was sure this was the exact jacket his father John owned before he died. Six months before to be exact.

" That one's forty bucks. ten percent off if you buy a second jacket. '' the shop owner said from behind him.

Jax turned around with the jacket in hand and faced the man who looked to be in his sixties. " Where'd you get it from? " Jax asked.

" Somewhere in Ireland a few months ago. This chick I was shacking up with had a ton of pieces like that she got rid of. " The elderly man informed him.

Jax sucked in a breath as he nodded. " I'll take it." he agreed. '` Where are your women's jackets? " He was soon directed to a rack a few feet away. The bright pastel colors or tacky writing like 'Sex on legs' writing on the back of the jackets made him want to vomit. He kept swiping through the racks until one in particular caught his eye.

'Total badass' Jax thought to himself as he picked it up. Cropped, midnight black genuine leather with customized silver bullet-shaped studs covering the whole exterior. Bigger spikes stuck out of the wrist and shoulder area. It was fairly small and the size inside read ' medium '. It may fit slightly oversized on Bluebell but Jax was positive it was made for her. His girl would be the hottest babe in Charming riding out the back of his bike with a jacket like that. Excitement bubbled within him as he nearly drooled imagining her in nothing but it on and maybe her cowgirl boots. He quickly brought both to the front counter.

" Ah, nice choice. " The owner commented. " Eighty bucks kid," he added.

Jax dropped four twenty dollar bills onto the counter with a smirk " Pleasure doing business with you. '' Once the items were bagged, Jax collected them and left. He walked along the boardwalk searching for an ice cream place but stumbled across a bar instead. Sending a handsome smile to a few blondes that smiled his way, he entered the bar. It was a small place that looked like a cramped cabana. people his and Bluebell's age all hand beers and fruity-looking drinks in hand.

He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a beer. His ocean-blue eyes fell to the menu that was tapped to the counter. a drink called ' Blueberry Blaster' stood out to him. It consisted of cream soda, rum, blue Curacao, and blueberry syrup with vanilla soft serve on top with pineapple pieces. Sounded super sugary and Jax was sure Bluebell would like it.

When the bartender who looked no older than twenty-five slid Jax the beer, Jax ordered two of the Blueberry Blasters to go. A busty bleach-blonde babe with orange-tanned skin soon sat beside him as he took his first sip. " Haven't seen you around here before. You're a sight for sore eyes. '' she purred with a low raspy voice.

As Jax turned his attention towards her, the blonde slipped her wide-framed pink shades onto her head. Her natural pale skin circled her eye area which badly contrasted the orange tone of her tan. Shimmery red lipstick on her lips.

" Wish I could say the same. " He replied as he stood up from his stool. His drinks were brought to him packaged in a cardboard carrier. Jax slipped his total of twenty bucks onto the counter. Smiling at the blonde who shot him an icy glare before he left.

Jax prayed Bluebell was done or near done. He hated the smell of burning irons. His mother's flat iron stuck up in the bathroom often. He set the carrier on a bench a few stops away from the salon and took a seat. The eighteen-year-old enjoyed his beer as he watched the ocean waves. The chilled beverage quenched his thirst as Jax thought of how cool it'd be to live on the beach and enjoy beers like this while working on his bike. Then later on when the sun would go down he and Bluebell would enjoy dinner on some patio somewhere nice. ' a man can dream ' he sighed to himself, finishing his beer in two more gulps. His phone vibrated in his pocket and once he fished it out he read over a few texts. two from Gemma telling him to not forget to bring home salsa and guac. one from Opie asking what he was doing and the latest one was Bluebell telling him she was done.

Jax swaggered his way to the salon and once going inside Annie greeted him first at the front counter. " She's in the restroom. " Annie informed.

" Thanks. " He smiled before paying the tab.

"Honey Bee!" He was caught off guard by tightly being hugged from the side by his bubbly babe. Jax turned and returned the hug before taking a step back. It was then he stopped breathing. His sapphire eyes grew wide and his mouth gasped as he eyed her. Bluebell looked like an absolute bombshell! Her dark brown almost black colored hair was blown out in layers that stopped at the middle of her arms, just above her elbows. The fluffy full waves framed her baby face and Jax thought he'd pass out right there. Abruptly Jax picked her up with his arms wrapped around her thighs as his lips crashed into hers. Bluebell released a giggle against his lips as the women around them awed and some clapped. Her hands cupped his face as their lips moved against one another sweetly… Jax's lips caressed hers with a meaningful peck as he carefully set her down " You look like an angel Bell. " he complimented. His words are adorned with tenderness. " No need to give me a heart attack. Jax joked earning a smack to his arm.

" Here you go bein full of cow poop again. '' Bluebell giggled. " Thanks, baby. " she expressed it genuinely. Bluebell waved goodbye to everyone and promised to come by and see them again before she and Jax left.

His arm was around her shoulder as he walked proudly beside her. " These look yummy! " Bluebell commented as she held their drinks. Jax led her to the bench he once occupied and Bell sat on his lap. " What are they ? " she asked.

" They're called Blueberry Blasters. They've got vanilla ice cream, pineapple bits, blueberry syrup, and uh…" He paused before finishing. " They've got liquor. Remember those wine coolers we tried last week? '' When she nodded he proceeded, " Something like that but a little stronger babe. "

Bluebell had only drunk once before and those were merely coolers after a late-night trip to Dairy Queen. They tasted good but were a little strong and made her feel all hot on the inside. These looked much more tasty. " Okay. '' As long as Jax was by her side, the farmer girl felt confident and open to try new things like this. Popping open the plastic spoon-straw contraption from its wrapper, she took one of the drinks into her hands. Jax watched as Bluebell sipped slowly. Her pupils expanded as the sugary sweet beverage went down her throat. Sweet, and fruity, and the bitterness of the alcohol was barely there. Masked by a sprite-like fizzle effect. " It's so good. '' she smiled as soon as she pulled her lips from the straw. Bluebell followed it up with spoonfuls of the soft serve. Jax chuckled in response before Bluebell shared hers with him. And even he could admit it was good. The pair got back on the train just before the sun was ready to set. Cuddled up in each other's arms with gleeful smiles plastered across their lips.

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