Warnings: Croweaters being bitches, self-consciousness, body shame, self-loathing
Requested by @mamapeterson:
Hi babe! Could I possibly request a plus!size reader X Jax one shot. Reader is self conscious, but she usually puts on a good front. And then one day, she overhears a group of women talking about her. She’s upset, of course, but to Jax, she’s perfect. I LOVE YOU!
A/N: I did my best on this my love!! I hope you love it!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope the rest of you enjoy this as well! :D
Warnings: Fluff, MECHANIC!DEAN, Minor Mention of Sex.
Summary: After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer. A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.
A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this part as much as I do! It’s one of my favourites. It would be wonderful if you could leave me some feedback. This series lives on it. I am also not responsible for dental bills.
You walked in the front door with the biggest grin spread across your cheeks. It was just after one thirty in the morning when Dean dropped you off from your exciting weekend together. A summer music festival a couple of cities over was too good to pass up and Dean managed to get tickets for the two of you. You spent the whole weekend together enjoying the summer sun. Your dad on the other hand, was going to be pissed at you for coming in this late. You probably would have been better off staying the night at Dean’s but you didn’t have any clothes for work in the morning.
“Unser called. County’s issued warrants for me, Chibs and Tig. Murder of Veronica Pope and Leroys guy. APBs going wide.” Jax said. He sat around his dining table, Bobby and Gemma on his right and Tara on his left. Chibs was pacing the living room, his burner to his ear as he talked to Clay and Happy stood in the corner of the room next to Juice, listening as Jax spoke. “This guy bought those witnesses.” “I’ll call Lowen. If Pope got these people to lie we can prove that.” Tara said. “You cant turn yourselves in,” Gemma interrupted. “Pope did this to get you inside.” Bobby turned to Jax. “Black nation offs us in county, the kill never gets put on him.” Jax nodded, pondering Bobbys words and Chibs approached the table, having just got off the phone with Clay. “Jackie, sheriffs are at the clubhouse looking for us. Next stop is here.” “You’ve got to go, Jax.” Gemma said firmly. “No, you cant run thats insane!” Tara argued. “And getting chivved to death isn’t?” “Hes not gonna end up a fugitive, I’m sorry-“ “Hes not going to jail.” “We have two small boys!-” “Thats exactly the point and why he-“ “Stop!” Jax yelled. Tara and Gemma turned away from each other and looked at Jax. “You make sure you’re protected.” Gemma told her son. “Shes right.” Bobby said. Jax looked at him and they exchanged a a silent conversation while Jax pondered his options. “I know where you can go.” Happy spoke, interrupting the tension filled silence. Tara turned to him, her eyes filled with anger but Happy ignored her, looking only at his brothers. “You’ll be safe.” Jax glanced at Chibs before sliding back his chair. “Alright.” He said as he stood. “Dont do this.” Tara pleaded. “Jax, please.” He walked towards her and cupped her face in his hands, pulling her into a kiss. Bobby and Chibs eyed Happy suspiciously while Gemma stood with smug look on her face. “We’re dead if we go inside now. Stay here, take care of our boys. I’ll call you when I have a plan.” Tara sighed and Jax kissed her forehead before signalling to his brothers. “Lets go.” They all walked past Tara and Bobby threw her an apologetic look. Gemma followed them out of the house and Happy led the way to the bikes. One by one they all sat on their bikes and Happy took off first, leading the way to his safehouse.
The bikes pulled into a quiet street in the suburbs and Chibs, Juice, Jax and Bobby followed as Happy slowed his bike and pulled into a driveway. The house was a small cottage, the garden lined with rows of roses and a paved path set in the grass leading to a gate that opened to the backyard. A white picket fence bordered the neatly cut lawn of the front yard and red roses stood in contrast against the white fence. Jax sat on his bike and kicked out his kickstand, pulling off his gloves as he looked around the property. “Wait here.” Happy told his brothers. Jax nodded and turned to look at Chibs who looked just as confused as Jax. When Happy had said he had somewhere for them to hide out, no one had thought it would be.. well this. Who one earth did the Tacoma Killer know in the suburbs?!
They watched as Happy walked to a door on the side of the house and entered. A light turned on inside and the guys all looked. Through the window they could see the insides of the house, neatly decorated and they saw Happy walk into what looked to be the living room. A woman appeared in a doorway of the room. She held a child on her hip, no older than two and rubbed her heavily pregnant belly. Another child appeared beside her, a girl who looked aged around five and she hugged into her mothers waist. “What the fuck?” Juice whispered. Jax frowned as he watched the woman and her children standing in the doorway. Happy walked through the room towards her and through the window his brothers watched as he placed his hands on the curves of her bump, and kissed her lips. They guys all exchanged a look, confusion on all their faces. Happy spoke to the woman and leant over the child in her arms and pressed a kiss to its forehead before kneeling to the ground. The girl threw her arms around Happys neck and he lifted her, holding her tightly in his arms. One more child entered the room, a boy who looked slightly older than the girl and he stood nervously next to his mother. She ruffled his hair and he looked at Happy. Happy gave the girl he held one more kiss on the cheek before lowering her to the ground. He turned towards the boy and bent over, He reached his hand out and pinched the boys cheek, making him giggle and Happy ruffled his hair.
It was a contrast. This woman, clad in a night gown and surrounded by children and then Happy Lowman, standing in leather and his band of bikers waiting outside. The woman spoke to the children and both of them turned and left the room. Happy turned to her and she nodded. He walked to the side of the room where he had entered and the side door opened. “Come in.” Happy called. The boys slid off their bikes and walked towards Happy, exchanging confused looks as they walked to the door. “Take your shoes off.” Happy ordered. They all kicked off their boots and stepped inside. The house was warm and the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air. It was spotlessly clean, all white walls and soft carpet and the decor was homely.
The woman they had seen through the window stood nervously in the corner, her arms wrapped protectively around the baby in her arms. She was beautiful, her eyes sparkling warmly despite her obvious nervousness and her hair was pulled back into a bun with loose strands hanging around her face. She had a light gown wrapped around her and she rubbed her belly instinctively. Happy closed the door and walked to stand by her side, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. “This is (y/n). My wife.”
“Can I get you guys a drink? Coffee, tea, beer?” “We’re fine, darlin.” Jax smiled at you. You nodded and smiled back warmly, placing the plate of cookies on the coffee table. Juice reached for them immediately and gave you a sheepish grin.
Happy patted his thigh and you walked towards him, where he sat in the armchair.
You sat on his lap and he draped an arm around your waist. You looked down at him and he smiled up at you and pulled you into a kiss. A blush rose to your cheeks and you cleared your throat, feeling the eyes in the room staring at you. “So your married?” Jax asked, interrupting the silence that had fallen. “Well, not legally.” You explained. “Happy didn’t want any trace on paper. Marriage license or birth certificates.” “Its to protect you.” “I know,” You rolled your eyes, smiling warmly. “But one day we’ll make it official.”
“She’s got my crow, and my ring. Just not my last name.”
You showed off your hand with the ring on your finger.
The boys shook their head in both shock and amazement. “They’re all your kids?” Bobby asked Happy. Happy smiled and ran a hand over your bulging belly. “Yup.” You felt your baby kick and Happys face lit up and you knew he had felt it too. “They don’t have my last name, but they’re all mine.”
”I didn’t want anyone to use my family as leverage. Didn’t want my family getting hurt cause of what we do.Its better this way.”
The men nodded, slowly coming to terms with Happys decisions. “Daddy?” You all turned towards the small voice and you smiled when you saw your daughter. She hid behind the wall, just her head poking out into the room. “Come here, baby.” Happy called. She smiled and stepped into the room. She glanced at the bikers sitting in the living room, unsure of what to make of so many unfamiliar faces. But Happy opened her arms and she grinned and ran across the room, crawling into Happys lap. You rolled your eyes and shifted, making room for your daughter next to you but there was a smile on your face. “Couldnt sleep?” You asked her. She shook her head. Her hands wrapped around Happys neck and he pecked the tip of her nose, making her giggle.
”You should be asleep, baby.” Happy growled, but there was no anger in his voice. Only love. The boys were still in shock and you hopped out of Happys lap. He lifted your daughter and gave you a kiss on the lips before carrying out of the room and taking her back to bed. You sat in his empty armchair. The men stared at you and you laughed at the stunned expressions on their faces “Why does he keep you a secret?” Jax asked you. You shrugged. “He just wants to protect me. Us.” “It doesn’t bother ye?” The Scotsman asked. You shook your head. “I know what he does for the Club. For you. I know why he keeps us a secret and I understand it. It comes from a good place.” “Yer a good lass.” You beamed at the Scot. “Im glad we got to meet you, sweetheart.” Bobby said. “Me too.” You smiled. “You’re all welcome to stay as long as you need.” “Thank you, darlin.” Happy walked back into the room and smiled at you as you talked with his brothers. He walked into the room and sat on the edge of your armchair, his arm draped over you and he ran his fingers along your pregnant belly, smiling widely to you. Juice sat in the corner of the room, watching the sight before him and shaking his head in amazement. “This is some Hannah Montana shit.”
“Dean Winchester. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester is my brother. (f/n)(l/n) is my girlfriend. Cas is-”
You had been listening to Dean running through that mantra for 5 minutes. It was just you two in the motel. Sam and Rowena had gone to get the book that was supposed to fix Dean and you had volunteered to be the one to stay with him. There was nothing you could do but wait. So you sat on the bed in silence, listening to Dean trying to hold on to his identity that continued to slip through his fingers with each passing minute.
“I don’t….I don’t know…I don’t…” There was a defeated sigh followed by a loud thump that most likely was Dean hitting the counter.
You immediately got up and slowly opened the bathroom door.
He turned to you with fear filled eyes before looking back at the mirror.
“I can’t remember…I-I-I don’t know” he brought his hands up to his head in frustration. “Why don’t I know anything!?” His eyes started watering and he turned back to the mirror. “Remember!” he yelled at himself. “Just remember!”
phone vibrating across your nightstand pulled you from a restless sleep. Truth
be told, you hadn’t slept soundly since you’d been back except for the night
you’d fallen asleep in Dean’s arms. You’d been plagued by dreams of all the
hunts you’d been on, the woman you’d killed, the spirits of those little kids,
Magda, and her horrible mother. You reached your hand out into the darkness and
fished around for your phone, finally finding it and pulling it back to your
to wake you, Y/N, but this is important.” Cas answered hastily. “I may have
found a lead on the pieces of your soul.” You sat up, resting your back against
the headboard and pulling your knees up to your chest.
You breathed. “Spill. What’d you find?”
hesitant to tell you over the phone, Y/N, I’m sorry, but someone could be
listening.” Cas explained. “What I can tell you is we may need to talk to your
he’s…he’s dead how are you gonna -“
can make it happen.” Cas cut you off before you could finish. Whatever he found
out wasn’t good news and it was making you nervous. “I’ll be at the bunker
Cas’ phone call you tried in vain to go back to sleep, tossing and turning,
before you finally gave up. You changed your clothes and went to the kitchen,
pouring yourself a tumbler of whiskey and making your way to the library,
sitting in one of the chairs and thinking about what the angel had said.