Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)
A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)
“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.
Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”
“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”
“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”
“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.
“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”
Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”
“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.
“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.
“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”
“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.
“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“
“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”
A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”
“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.
You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”
Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.
“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”
“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.
“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”
“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.
“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.
Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”
You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.
“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”
“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.
“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.
“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“
You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.
“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.
“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”
He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”
“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”
“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”
“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.
“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.
Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”
“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”
You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.
“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.
Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”
“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.
You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.
You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.
You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”
Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.
“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”
His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”
“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.
He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.
He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.
Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.
Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”
With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.
A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx
DC’s Legends of Tomorrow: Jax’s overprotective team — requested by @starklinqs → “The best feeling I ever got from being on the field wasn’t when I made a great play, or when we won some game. It was when one of my teammates took a tackle for me, and I knew they were going to make sure I was safe. That nobody got to me. Watching all of you rush back to the ship– even those two knuckleheads– to take on Chronos… It made me feel the same way. I like being part of a team, man.”
“It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Yet, it’s said that we need each of these loves for a different reason. Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It’s the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairytales we are all read as children. It’s a love that looks right. The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even. It’s the love that we wished was right. And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be. It’s the love that just feels right. Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to. Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we’re lucky it only takes a few years. And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath. Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are. But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones. They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love. But there’s not; it’s just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not. And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something about our third. The one we never see coming. The one that actually lasts. The one that shows us why it never worked out before. And it’s that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you’ll stumble into love. ”
You pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot and parked in your usual spot before sliding out of your seat and closing the car door behind you. The night was warm and the air was crisp, the sun slowly beginning to set and you walked across the lot, thinking to yourself how thankful you were to live in a place like this. Your footsteps echoed through the quiet lot, almost silent except the faint music coming from inside. The row of bikes was a welcome sight and you headed straight for the clubhouse doors. There was nothing quite like the smell of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse and it welcomed you every time you opened those doors; a mix of cheap perfume, leather and cigarettes. And for the last two years, this place had become your home. Dating Jackson Teller wasn’t easy, but to be honest you didn’t want easy. Nothing worthwhile ever came easy and for you, Jax was worth the world. You saw him almost instantly, sitting casually at one of the tables, a beer in one hand and a cigarette pressed between his lips, his blonde hair slicked back from his face. A smile spread on your lips as you neared him and when he saw you approaching his face lit up. “Hey darlin,” Jax greeted you and gave his leg a pat, gesturing for you to sit. You obliged and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder before kissing his lips gently. “Hey yourself.” Chibs and Tig were sat at the table also and they both greeted you warmly. “How was your day?” You asked, absentmindedly playing with the folds of leather on his kutte. “Busy.” Jax smiled at you. He knew you weren’t digging for information on the club, you were just generally interested in how his days went and he admired you for not pressing him for details. You began to chat about your day, Jax asking you questions about work and neither of you noticed Chibs and Tig leave the table. Conversation always flowed easily between the two of you and even when you weren’t speaking the silence was comfortable. “You ready to head home?” You asked, stifling a yawn. Jax took a swig of his beer before speaking. “I’ve gotta wrap up some Club stuff,” He told you, shifting uneasily in his seat. “I might be late tonight babe.” You nodded and smiled. “Well I’d say I’d wait up but I doubt il be able to.” You said as another yawn came over you. Jax smirked and kissed you deeply. “I love you, (y/n).” He told you, his voice serious. You thought nothing of it and smiled back at him. “I love you too.”
The singing of the birds outside your window woke you before your alarm did, and you were thankful. The sounds of nature were a much more pleasant awakening then the nagging beeps of your alarm clock. You stretched your arms out and instantly noticed the empty spot beside you. You frowned slightly. It was unlike Jax to not come home. Even when he stayed late at the clubhouse he always made his way home, knowing that you worried when he wasn’t beside you. You checked your phone but saw no messages or calls from him. ‘He probably crashed at the clubhouse. It was a busy day after all.’ You told yourself and headed for the shower. After showering you pulled on your ripped black jeans and a grey tshirt and tied your hair loosely on top of your head before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. It wasn’t your day off, but you only had two meetings today so you didn’t need to head into the office til around lunchtime. You threw some bread in the toaster and made up a pot of coffee. It wouldn’t hurt to pop in to the clubhouse, you thought. Jax might have already headed out for the day but there was still a chance he’d be there and you wanted to ease your mind before heading into work. You quickly had your breakfast and tidied up the kitchen before grabbing your keys off the counter and heading for the door. Your house wasn’t far from TM and the drive there passed quickly. The lot was coming alive for the day, some of the guys around the picnic table, some in the garage working on bikes and you could see Gemma in her office. You parked in your spot and got out of the car.
“Mornin’ lass,” Chibs called from the table. “Morning!” You smiled back. You’d always gotten on well with him and he always made you feel welcome. “Jax inside?” “Aye, he’s in his dorm.” You thanked him and kissed his cheek before heading inside.
Jax was exactly where Chibs said; sitting at the desk in his dorm, cigarette between his lips, writing in that notebook he always clutched so tight. You leant against the door, unwilling to disturb him. You liked watching him write, he always looked so focused, like he was writing the secrets of the world. You never asked what he was writing, never wished to read his words; you didn’t need to. He had always been open with you and you’d never had secrets between you. However something didn’t feel quite were. You let him write in piece for another minute before you rapped on the door lightly. Jax lifted his head and smiled before blowing out his smoke and putting out the cigarette in an ash tray. “Mornin’,” Jax saidnas he stood and walked towards you. “Long time no see, Teller.” You smirked. You were pissed he hadn’t come home and hadn’t bothered to text you, but damn with a face like that you could never stay mad at him for long. Jax smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry babe.” You raised an eyebrow and laid your hands on his shoulders. His hands held your waist gently. “That’s all I get?” “I’ll make it up to you?” He offered, a playful hint in his eyes. You laughed lightly. “You sound so sincere.” Jax smirked at the sarcasm in your voice and kissed you softly. “I’m sorry babe.” He told you again. This time you nodded and smiled. “Just come home tonight.” You told him. Jax nodded and you kissed him once more before turning away. “See you at home. For dinner.” You called over your shoulder “I’ll be there.” Jax watched you leave, a content smile on his lips as he watched you walk.
The house was so silent that you swore you actually heard the clock tick over. 9 O'clock. And he still wasn’t home. Your fingers rapped at the table impatiently. Fuck it. You thought. You hadn’t heard from him since you had left the clubhouse earlier this morning and after not coming home last night you were pissed. He could have at least had the decency to call. Now, dinner had gone cold and you didn’t really care; you always lost your appetite when you were angry. You glanced at the clock once more before grabbing your keys, pulled on your boots and marched to the door. You drove fast, barely stopping at the red lights and stop signs on the way and the tyres screeched when you pulled into the lot. Tig and Happy were sat outside and they eyed you curiously as you slammed the car door. “Everything okay doll?” Tig asked as you stormed across the lot. “Just fucking peachy.” You said. Tig nodded slowly and backed away, arms raised and you sat back at the table with Hap. You glanced past the dozen men scattered around the clubhouse, searching only for one. Juice was walking towards you, pulling a pack of smokes out of his pocket as he walked. You spotted Jax, sitting on one of the sofas, a pretty brunette beside him. She wasn’t a crow eater, that was obvious but you still felt a pang of jealousy when you saw Jax smile at her. “Juice, who’s that?” You asked as he neared you. He glanced around the room, following your gaze and stopped awkwardly when he saw who you were meaning. “Uhh I’m not sure (y/n).” Juice said and rubbed his neck. You crossed your arms and glared at him. He sighed. “It’s um. Tara.” He told you and flashed you a sad smile before squeezing your arm and walked past you. You nodded slowly. So this is why Jax had been acting strange; Tara was back. Goddamit. You knew about her, he had told you, Gemma had told you, hell half the fucking club had told you. She was his first love, the first girl to break his heart. It had been years since she’d left town and you hadn’t ever imagined she’d come back. You’d had a hard enough time adjusting to Wendy being around, but you’d come to realise there was nothing left between her and Jax. They had been toxic for each other, and they only kept in touch for the sake of Abel. She wasn’t a threat and you’d actually grown to like her. Tara was different. You’d never met her, you’d only moved to town two years after she’d left but you knew how much she had meant to him. And the fact that he had practically ignored you didn’t sit right. A part of you wanted to storm across the room, slap the bitch right across her cheek, and rip Jax into shreds. But you didn’t. You turned around slowly and walked back to your car.
It was 2.37am when Jax pulled into the drive way. He parked his bike and swung his leg over before resting his helmet on his handle bars and heading towards the front door. The kitchen light was still on inside and he walked slowly, his head hung low. His footsteps were light as he walked up the steps and he opened the door slowly and closed it before him. His shoes thumped against the carpet as he licked them off and he pulled the leather off his shoulders and laid it over the back of a chair before heading into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting at the table, a half bottle of whiskey and an empty glass in front of you. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You’re still up.” “Couldn’t sleep.” He nodded slowly and fumbled with his rings before pulling out a chair and taking a seat opposite you. “I’m sorry I’m late babe, things with the club have been.. busy.” You nodded and lifted the bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass. Jax sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “It won’t be like this all the time darlin, things have just been busy. It’ll die down soon and I’ll be-” “I came to the clubhouse.” You interrupted. Jax stopped, his blue eyes fixed on you but you didn’t meet his gaze. You twirled the glass in your hand, letting the whiskey swirl around before taking a sip. “How longs she been back, Jax?” He was silent for a moment before he spoke. “A few days.” He told you. You nodded slowly, your face cold. “Do you love me?” You asked. Jax reached across the table to grab your hands but you pulled them away. “I do, (y/n). I love you.” “Do you love her?” You took another swig. Jax sighed. “Look it’s not that simple, I-” “Yes or no.” You interrupted. His gaze lingered in you but you only stared at the glass in your hands. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, (y/n).” You scoffed. “Then what the fuck does it mean, Jax?! You blow me off cause your ex is back in town?” “I needed time to think.” Jax said, his voice calm. “To think?!” You yelled. “To think about what, Jax?! She left you! It’s been ten fucking years! But you need to think about it?” “I didn’t think I’d see her again, it threw me.” You scoffed and downed the rest of your glass. “I was gonna tell you, I just needed to figure thins out. Me and Tara, we got a lot of history.” “What did you need to figure out Jax? You’ve moved on! You’ve moved on with me! Or have the last two years meant nothing to you?!” “Of course they meant something!” Jax yelled back. “I love you!” “Bullshit!” You threw the bottle of whiskey at the wall behind him, barely missing his head and the glass shattered to the floor. “If you loved me you wouldn’t have blown me off to see her! You would have told me straight away! You wouldn’t have lied to me!” You screamed, your fists shaking with rage. “I am no ones second choice, Jackson.” You grabbed your keys and pushed past him, heading for the door. Anger was seething through you and although you could hear Jax yelling after you you couldn’t make out his words. The rage was blinding, and you didn’t notice your knuckles whitening as you gripped the steering wheel. You didn’t notice the row of flowers you crushed beneath the tyres. You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face. You didn’t notice the red light beaming in the street. You didn’t notice the truck. No, you didn’t notice it. Not til it hit the side of your car, and everything went black.
“Boy’s go gather up your loves ones. We officially go on lockdown tonight. Make sure all are here before then” Clary told the men around the table before he slammed down the gavel. The men made their way out of the room one by one. Happy knew that something like this was bound to happen eventually, he just didn’t really know when. Taking out his phoned going to his dorm he knew it was time for you to come down.
You heard your cell ring from the kitchen and you started to run around the house looking for it. You thought it was in your pocket but you guess you were wrong since you found it in the couch.
“Hello” You said into the phone not bothering to look at the caller ID.
“It’s me babe” You heard your husband rasp voice through the phone “Got a problem down here in Charming doll. We’re going on lockdown and I’m going to need you come.”
“Happy really? Come on”
“Don’t fight with me doll not right now, I ain’t taking any chances with these people. I already got Kozik on his way over to pick you up so he can bring you down.”
“You’re lucky I love you Mr. Lowman or I wouldn’t be doing this.”
“Love you too doll I’ll see you soon” With that Happy hung up the phone and you leaned back. You never had much to do with the club so Happy and you agree that not everyone needed to know about you. Happy said it was better for your safety this way. You weren’t out of the dark all together since you have met and partied with Tacoma charter before, they knew who you were but weren’t going to spread it around to other charter’s since they didn’t want to deal with the Killer himself. With his moved down to Charming you both knew everything was going to change. You were going to move down there with him at the end of the month once you finished up your job then the Charming club would find out about you but you guessed now it was the right time. Better to find out if they hate you before you moved down. As you packed the last few things you owned you heard a bike come up the road. Picking up your bag you made your way outside locking the door behind you.
“Ready to go meet Mother Charter?” Kozik asked as he handed you a helmet.
“What do you think?” You told him as you placed your bag on the back of his bike. He just laughed knowing you would get along fine with them. Starting his bike back up, Kozik made his way out onto the highway, where you guys would be spending the next few hours riding. You didn’t mind it as you always loved going with Happy.
Happy sat at one of the picnic tables by the clubhouse. He was fiddling with the toothpick in his mouth, wondering when Kozik and you were going to arrive. It was almost time to shut everyone up inside and you guys should of been here by now. Happy wasn’t nervous kinda worried but not really, he knew you were safe with his best friend and he also knew that you would still get in since you were coming with a patched member.
“You alright there Hap?” Tig asked as he took a sit next to him lighting up a cigarette. Happy nodded his head still looking at the gates waiting for a sign of you two. Tig let out a breath of smoke watching Happy out of the corner of his eyes wondering what Happy was looking for.
Happy heard the motorcycle coming up the road and then it pulled into the lot. Happy got up fast making his way over, spitting out the toothpick. All of the boys look to see who was coming as everyone was counted for.
“Who called Kozik?” Clay asked Jax and Chibs who was standing right next to them.
“Not me” Jax said as Chibs shrugged, they all look for a moment before heading over behind Happy. First Kozik got off the bike then he put his hand out for you to take. You nearly ripped off the helmet from your head not wanting to waste time. The first person your eyes landed on was Happy, with a smile on your face you rushed over. Jumping into Happy’s arms he caught you like he always did, giving you a short tender kiss on the lips. The men behind were frozen in shock and confused. Kozik walked past you two and spoke as he laugh
“You guys should close your mouth before you catch flies” Tig moved from his position to hit him on the shoulder.
“Shut up you”
You got down from Happy’s arms and turned to face the boys. You knew who most of them were already thanks to Happy but there was still a few you couldn’t place. Happy held your hand in his as he also faced his club.
“Brothers this is my wife Y/N” All of the boys were looking back and forth at each other not knowing what to say. They didn’t think Happy was a man who could fell in love with someone obviously they were wrong.
“Damn man why haven’t you said anything before?” Jax asked as his eyes scanned you up and down. Clay looked at Happy unimpressed and Happy could tell.
“Pres you gotta understand my role in this club, it was safer for her this way. I got more enemies than all you guys combined.”
“It’s not that I was just wondering how someone could love you” Clay joked as everyone laughed. He patted Happy on the shoulder. “Better make sure Gemma loves her”
“Gemma can’t be badder than Happy” You said for the first time. Everyone looked at you wide eyes.
“Obviously you haven’t met my mother darling” Jax told you.
“Even I’m scared of her babe”
“Aww poor Killer, Where is she? I want to meet her” You asked looking around for a women on the lot but couldn’t see one. Chibs was the one that spoke up.
“She in the clubhouse follow me and you can meet her” He left and so did a few other of the men that were there. Happy nodded at you to go on so you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went on your way.
“Seems like a good one Hap” Clay said as he watched you walk with the boys chatting to Kozik.
“She really is” Happy smiled as he saw you get along with the others. Knowing you were going to fit in well here with the others. This was now home for you both and Hap couldn’t wait to start this chapter with you. He wonder how he got this lucky. You made the Killer feel soft which never happened.
Combined request from two anon readers for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#18 - “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.“
#36 - “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”
Throwing yourself down on the couch, you yawn, the episodes of today wearing you out.
Pretty much all day you’d been helping Jax redecorate the house, him deciding he wanted a fresh start combined with the fact that Abel was dying for a race car bed, so why not just give him a whole new room?
You’re probably the strongest mother figure that Abel has, although yours and Jax’s relationship is only platonic. Of course, you’d love it to be more than that, but you’re not one to push, and Jax has been through more than enough these past few months.
The man himself appears from the hallway, smirking at you before lifting your legs up and sitting down on the couch, your limbs being draped across him. “Look at you, all worn out.”
“I have been helping you since eight this morning.” you remind him, your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. “I’d say fourteen hours of work is more than long enough to tire anybody out.”
Jax whistles lowly, his head lolling back as he looks up at the ceiling, his hands moving soothingly up and down your legs. “I guess time flies when you’re having fun, babe.”
“Easy for you to say. I’m pretty sure half of your paint went in my hair.” Jax chuckles in response, your fingers pulling at the knotted strands that are splattered with blue pigment. “I should be going anyway.”
“Or, you could stay.” Jax suggests, your cheeks tickling pink as he turns on his pleading eyes and his charming smile. Pretending to think about it for a minute, you roll your eyes, nodding in acceptance.
“Guess it makes more sense, probably easier for you to put me through more slave labour if I stay the night.” Jax smiles at you, the sight seemingly more beautiful everytime you see it. “Is it alright if I take a quick shower?”
“Sure. We could take one together, you know, save water and all that.” he says, a smirk on your lips. Sitting up, you move your legs from his lap, tapping his cheek twice before standing.
“Keep dreaming, big boy.”
You walk through to the bedroom from the bathroom, humming a random tune as the smell of Jax covers you, the combination of his shower gel and his clothes that you’re currently wearing making you smell nothing but him. Moving to the mirror, you adjust the waistband of Jax’s sweatpants, running your fingers over the inked writing on your hip.
“Woah, never knew you had a tattoo.” You almost jump out of you skin as Jax speaks from the doorway, a smirk on his lips as you look over your shoulder.
“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.“ He shakes his head and smiles before stepping back and heading into the bathroom. “You still sleeping on the right side?”
The toilet flushes, followed by the running of the tap, before Jax reappears in the bedroom. “Yeah. Surprised you still remember.”
“Of course I do, I used to stop here all the time before you started being a dirty stop out.“ You tease, your heart clenching at the idea of Jax sleeping with other women. Many other women.
“Jealousy suits you, babe. You mind?“ he asks, gesturing to his shirt. You shake your head, trying to contain the flush that’s definitely crawling up your face as his toned physic comes into view. However, the knowing look in his eyes makes you think he’s already aware of the effect he has on you.
The two of you pull up the covers, slipping inside the sheets. For some people, sharing a bed with a male friend would be awkward, but for you and Jax, it was comfortable, normal.
Once he’s turned out the lights, Jax settles into the bed, the two of you facing one another, a barely there gap between your faces. “Thanks for today. Sometimes I wonder where I’d be without you.”
You smile within the moonlit room, Jax’s expression changing to a slightly more troubled one. The struggle and hurt is heavy within his eyes, the man in front of you having seen a lot more shit than most.
“Probably dead.” you deadpan, attempting to lighten the mood. You pat yourself on the back mentally when it works, Jax’s pink lips tugging up slightly. Rolling his eyes he turns onto his back, lifting his arm up and silently inviting you into him.
You comply - obviously - shifting to rest your head on his chest, his arm closing around you as you rest your palm on his chest. He sighs, content with your position, something about you just calming him like nothing else could.
“You’re warm. S'great for cuddling.” you whisper, Jax trailing his fingertips up and down your arm as you close your eyes, the melodic sound of his steady heart beat acting as your lullaby. He hums in response, a gentle kiss being placed on the top of your head.
“Abel loves having you around, you know.” Butterflies swarm your stomach at Jax’s words, your ears open and listening, your mouth not sure what to say. “So do I. Just feels right, like everything isn’t completely shit.”
“I like being here, feels like home.” you admit, placing a small, experimental kiss on Jax’s chest, his grip on your arm tightening encouragingly. Grinning to yourself, you wrap your arm around his torso, part of you wanting to see if anything progresses tomorrow and the other half wanting to stay here forever. “Goodnight, J.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Jax says, holding you close within his arms, the two of you drifting into the best sleep you’ve had in ages.
A/N - Hope you liked this!! I wish I had me a Jax Teller 😭 maybe without the cheating😂 Check out my masterlist if you’re new, I write mainly SOA but also some SPN! Tomorrow’s imagine will be a Chibs x Reader! ❤
He watched the door slam shut behind you and he turned to the wall. “Fuck!” Jax yelled and clenched his fist. He pounded it against the wall, over and over. The white paint slowly turned red as his knuckles bled but he didn’t stop, not yet. After a few more hits Jax stepped back and ran his hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face with his good hand. He stretched out his fist but ignored the burning pain in his knuckles and he glared at the bloodied hole in the wall. He knew he should have ran after you, tried to make you see sense. But he had never seen you so mad before and he knew he deserved it. Honesty. Respect. That was all you ever asked for. You didn’t care about the things he did for the club, the club secrets he had to keep from you. You didn’t care that he barely took you on dates. You didn’t care that he had a son to another woman. You didn’t care that he was a criminal, an outlaw. You didn’t care about the late nights or the lonely ones. You didn’t ask him to stay home with you, didn’t nag him or need to know every detail about his days or things with the club. All you had ever asked of him was that when it came to your relationship, he was honest with you. And he hadn’t been. Jax knew he should have told you Tara was back the day she had turned up at the clubhouse. But his head had been a mess and he needed time to work out what this all meant. It was like a ghost had walked back into his life. He never thought he’d see her again after she left and when she’d walked through those doors he felt like a teenager again, and all those feelings he had once had came flooding back to him. He should have told you what happened, how he was feeling, but hell he didn’t even know how he felt. Jax leant against the wall and stared at the shattered glass and splatters of whiskey on the floor. The kitchen was a mess and it seemed fitting to mess inside his head. He needed to make sense of these feelings, of these thoughts that were taking control. He needed to leave, needed to get out of this empty house. He turned and walked out the door, heading for his bike. A long ride was what he needed to clear his head. ~ Laughter left your lips and you wiped the counter thoroughly. “I’m serious! He turned up in a denim suit. A juit.” Cassie said. You laughed again and shook your head. For a month now you had been working with Cassie at the diner and almost everyday she had a new story to tell you about her disastrous love life and the many bad dates she’d had that left a smile on your face. The bell above the door chimed and you glanced at the entrance. Three men entered, all in leather and all ridiculously attractive. You watched them walk casually into the diner and slide into a booth by the window, near the back. “Hellooo handsome.” Cassie said beneath her breath and you smiled and winked at her. “Shotgun.” You said and grabbed a notebook and slid it into your apron pocket. Before she could argue you stepped out from behind the counter and approached the table. There was a tall one, wearing a slouched beanie and a full beard. A younger looking guy, with a shaved Mohawk and tribal tattooes on his skull. And a blonde, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. “Welcome to Daisy’s Diner, what can I get for you this mornin?” The guys glanced up at your approach and you smiled warmly to each of them. “Just coffee, thanks.” The one with the beard smiled. You nodded. “Anything else? The cherry pies real nice.” “I bet it is.” The blonde said with a wink and a smirk and you tried to ignore his eyes looking you up and down. You smirked back and met his eye. “I’ll grab a slice.” He said. You scribbled the order in your notebook. “Won’t be long.” You smiled sweetly, making sure to flutter your eyelashes and headed back to the counter. You could feel their eyes watching you as you walked and you made sure to sway your hips a little more than normal. “Thoughts?” Cassie whispered once you were behind the counter. “The one in the beanie’s married. No rings on the other two though.” You reported. She nodded and bit her lip. “I call dibs on the Mohawk.” You laughed and quickly got the order ready. A phone rang out and you glanced at the table and saw the blonde answer a call. You grabbed the pot of coffee and the plate of pie and headed towards the table. When you were almost there the three men stood and the blonde turned towards you. “We gotta go, sorry darlin’.” “Sorry for wasting my pie or for staring at my ass earlier?” You asked. He raised his eye brows and smirked. “Oh I ain’t sorry for that darlin.“ You laughed and he flashed you a wink before turning and following the others out of the diner. ~ The sound of birds chirping woke him and he squinted at the bright sun shining down on him. For a moment he was confused at his surroundings but they slowly familiarised around him. Jax always ended up here when times were tough, or when he needed to clear his head. Some people found cemeteries eerie, creepy and uncomfortable. But Jax found them peaceful, and he seeked comfort sitting in front of his fathers grave. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, wincing at the pain that tore through his fist. Slowly he stood and stretched his body, already aching from sleeping on the hard ground. Jax walked slowly to the garden tap that he’d used to wash his face many times before. After freshening up Jax headed for his bike. He had left his phone at home last night and so he had no idea what the time was. As he walked to his bike he contemplated whether or not he should head home. You would be there and he knew you’d still be mad, and with every right. He knew he needed to face you, to explain himself. But he needed to freshen up first. Jax swung his leg over his bike and brought it to life. He would go to the clubhouse, freshen up in the dorms and head home. Hell he might even buy some flowers on the way. ~ “Same again?” “Please,” You smiled at the bartender. He smiled back and turned to get your drinks ready. Cassie had managed to convince you to come out with her and she had dragged you to one of the local bars. Sitting next to her, you were like chalk and cheese. She sat with her perfectly straightened hair, perfectly applied make up, tight red dress and six inch heels. And then, there was you. Ripped black jeans, combat boots, Guns ‘n’ Roses tshirt and your hair pulled into a rough high ponytail. The only make up you wore was a perfect flick of black eyeliner on your upper lid. But somehow the two of you got on like a house on fire, despite the differences in your personalities. The bartender passed you your drink and you thanked him before taking a sip. You were putting the glass back on the bar when you felt a presence next to you and you turned towards the newcomer. “Hey cherry pie.” You smirked at the blonde biker, instantly recognising him from the other day in the diner. “Hey stranger.” You purred. “Hey I’m Cassie.” Your friend interrupted. He glanced at her and smiled before introducing himself as Jax and introducing his friend, ‘Juice’. You chatted for a while, well flirted mostly, before Cassie dragged you away to dance. Almost an hour had passed and you knew they were watching when you heard a new song start. The music was familiar to you and you laughed and turned towards the bar, where a smirking Jax watched with a playful hint in his eyes. “She’s my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise.” The song played, Warrants ‘Cherry Pie.’ Jax raised his eyebrow, challenging you. You don’t know what came over you but you flashed him a wink before stepping on a stool and climbing on top of the closest table. And from across the bar, Jax watched as you swung your hair and swayed your hips to the music. His eyes were focused on you and with each move you made, the rest of the world fell away. ~ Jax pulled into the lot and parked in his usual spot along the row of bikes. The garage was still shut and he frowned slightly. Perhaps it was earlier in the day than he had first thought. He hopped off his bike and placed his helmet on the handlebars before heading towards the clubhouse entrance. He had only taken a few steps when the doors flew open and Gemma and Chibs came running out. “Where have you been?!” Gemma demanded. Jax ran his hand through his hair as he walked closer. After the night he’d had, the last thing he needed was a lecture from his mother. “Look, mom-“ “Dont worry about it, Jackie boy. Theres been an accident.” Chibs interrupted. Jax froze and glanced between them, his face filling with concern. “Its (y/n), Jax.” His heart dropped. “Is she..?” His words fell off, unable to bring himself to finish the question. “Shes in intensive care.” Jax nodded and stepped backwards before he turned and headed for his bike. Gemma and Chibs called after him but he ignored their voices. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and no matter how hard he tried his legs couldn’t carry him any faster. His body went into auto-pilot and he yanked on his helmet, the bike roaring to life beneath him while his mind raced. Gemma and Chibs moved past him in a blur as he pulled the bike out of his spot and sped out of the lot. He didn’t bother looking for cars, didn’t bother stopping at the red lights. He didn’t bother with the speed limit as he weaved his bike in between the oncoming cars. All he knew was that you needed him. Eventually he stopped in front of the hospital and he stopped his bike and leapt off it, letting his helmet drop to the pavement beside him. Jax ran up the steps, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. The woman behind the desk glanced up as he ran through the doors. “(y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?!” ~ You always hummed when you cooked and this morning was no exception. Jax leant against the doorway, a smile on his face as he watched you work. You rummaged in the drawer for a whisk before whipping the batter in the bowl. “Whats cooking good lookin?” You turned and saw Jax watching you and laughed lightly. “Pancakes.” You smiled. He grinned and walked into the kitchen and took you by the waist. He laid his chin on your shoulder and watched you whisk the mixture. “With blueberries?” He asked. “And bacon.” You answered. “God I love you.” You laughed and moved his hands from his waist. “Sit down, it wont be long.” He obeyed and took a seat at the table. He could get used to this, waking up to you cooking in the kitchen, naked beneath his SAMCRO shirt and your hair hanging loosely. It was a sight he could never get sick of. You quickly got the breakfast together and plated before carrying it to the table. Jax let out a whistle as you placed the dish in front of him and you smiled before taking your seat. You both ate in contempt silence, enjoying each others company. After eating You cleared the table and Jax had a smoke. You were washing the dishes when you felt his hands creep around your waist once more and you leant into him. “Thank you.” He whispered in your ear. “I might have a shower,” He told you. “Why don’t you join me?” You chuckled. “Ive already showered.” Jax raised his eyebrows and dipped his hands into the sink. He cupped his hands, letting them fill with the soapy water before splashing you with it. You gasped and squealed. “Jax!” He laughed and splashed you again. Before you knew it, you were both soaked, covered in bubbles and sliding around the kitchen floor. You splashed him once more and he pulled you into his arms. “I love you.” He said. You smiled and looked into those blue eyes. “I love you too, Jax.” ~ Jax ran down the corridor and pushed through the door the lady had directed him to. When he entered the room he froze in his steps at the sight of you. Lying there, in the hospital bed. There was a bandage wrapped around your head, you had a black eye and your lips were swollen, along with multiple grazes along your cheek. Your arm was in a cast and you lay there so.. peaceful. Jax stepped closer slowly and his legs carried him to the seat next to your bed. He sunk into the seat and his eyes brimmed with tears. You needed him, and he hadn’t been there. How long had you been like this? The doctor said you were in a coma, and although you were stable he had said the damage was extensive, and there was a chance you may not pull through. Jax grabbed your hand gently and squeezed it. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes away from your face. “Im so sorry, (y/n).” He whispered. He should have followed you, he should have been there. He should have protected you. Seeing you lying here like this was killing him and you looked so.. broken. Tears ran down his cheeks and all he could do was apologise. A door opened behind him but he didn’t turn. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, praying that you would open your eyes. But you didnt. “Jax?” He turned and when he saw Tara standing at the end of the bed anger rose within him. Gently, he placed your hand back on the bed and he stood. “What are you doing here?” Tara blinked rapidly and reached for his hands but he snatched them away. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She said. “I thought you might need me.” Jax grimaced. “What I need, is for my girlfriend to open her eyes.” “Jax I-“ “Why did you come back, Tara?” He snarled. “For you, Jax. I came back for you.” Jax scoffed and shook his head but before he could reply she continued speaking. “I got my degree, Jax. I have a job,a house. I have everything Ive ever wanted. Everything except you.” “Its too late Tara. Im with Y/N now. She’s my old lady.” “I have your crow.” She argued. Jax clenched his fists and moved closer, hovering over her now. “Yeah? Well you’re not an old lady. You should have got it removed when you left.” ~ The clubhouse was quiet, and for the number of people inside it was unusual. The moment Gemma had called you you had dropped everything and headed over. You had known Jax was getting home from Stockton today, but you weren’t expecting him for another few hours and you weren’t expecting the bad news that came with him. Opie was gone. Grief hung in the air and the whole atmosphere of the clubhouse had changed. Your heart was in your throat as you moved, searching desperately around the familiar faces, searching only for one. “He’s in his dorm, lass.” You heard from behind you. You turned and saw Chibs, his head hung low and a haunting pain in his eyes. You reached up and hugged him tightly. You hadn’t seen him since he’d gone inside and you weren’t sure if it was prison or the events that had occurred that made him seem older somehow, haunted. He hugged you back, his arms embracing you and you pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go. Of course, all of them were hurting, but Jax was the only thing on your mind and you desperately needed to find him. Chibs squeezed your hand and you headed to the dorms. It was funny, how suddenly a place could feel different after something so tragic. The hallway felt so.. empty. Eerie, almost. Like it knew something, or someone was missing. Your feet carried you to Jax’s dorm and you didn’t bother knocking. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed and staring at the blank wall in front of him. He didn’t look up when you entered but you ran to him and sank to your knees beside him before pulling him into you. He didn’t need you to say anything, just you being there was enough and he began to sob uncontrollably into your chest. You stroked his hair slowly, letting his tears soak through your shirt. “He was my best friend.” Jax whispered against you, his voice broken and full of sadness. “I know baby, I know.” ~ “Jax we can make this work, we can-“ “No!” He yelled. Taras eyes widened and she stepped back from him. “How dare you come here.” He snarled. His fists clenched and he trembled with anger, both with Tara and himself. He turned away from her and stood at the end of the end of the hospital bed. His hands grasped the bed frame tightly, making his knuckles burn. Guilt ran through his veins as he looked at your broken body. After a moment of silence Tara stepped forward and Jax felt her hand lay on his shoulder. “I’m your first love, Jackson.” Jax took a deep breath and clenched his jaw before he turned back towards her. “Your right.” She smiled with relief. “You were my first love Tara. But she is my last. You are my past, and she is my future.” Tara opened her mouth, unable to find the words. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she turned abruptly and left, letting the door close behind her. Jax sighed and ran a hand over his face. God, he felt sick with guilt and he couldn’t help but blame himself for what had happened to you. He should never have let you leave, he should have chased after you. He should never had made you so mad to begin with. For a moment he considered following Tara. Not to be with her, he had meant what he said. But seeing you lay in this hospital bed had him thinking if maybe you would be better off without him. You were a good woman, with a kind heart and he knew you deserved a love that Jax wasn’t sure he could give you. He had no doubt in his mind that he loved you, with all he had left in the ashen remains of his heart. But he had always had doubts that he was good enough for you. It was because of him that you had ended up in here after all. If it hadn’t been for him you would be fine, walking around and laughing like normal. Jax walked to the edge of the bed and gently lifted your hand once more. Your skin was soft and fragile and he sighed as he held it gently in his rough hands. Maybe it was selfish of him, and maybe you deserved better. But he knew he couldn’t walk away, couldn’t let you go. You meant too much to him. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your skin softly. “Please wake up, (y/n). I need you.” ~ Jax slung his arm over your shoulder and you squeezed his waist. His lips pressed against your hair as he kissed your head and you smiled up at him once he pulled away. You had spent all day helping Gemma clean up the clubhouse after another wild party and despite having a godawful hangover it had actually been enjoyable. Cleaning wasn’t your favourite pastime but you didn’t hate it either, and you liked spending time with Gemma. She was terrifying, of course, in her usual Gemma Teller way but you both seemed to get along despite the fact you were dating her son. And she was grateful for your help. The croweaters had been there too to help but cleaning wasn’t exactly their specialty, especially when they were hung over. Finally though, the boys had returned from their club business that had kept them away for most of the day and you were happy to see Jax walk back through the doors. He led you outside for a well deserved break and you perched on the edge of the picnic table while he lit up a ciggarette. “Thankyou for helping out today babe.” Jax said after blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Anytime,” You smiled at him. “Although I’m kinda scarred after cleaning Tigs mess.” Jax chuckled before taking another drag. A car pulled into the lot and you both looked up. Wendy got out of the drivers side and waved to you both before getting Abel out of his car seat. “(Y/n)!” The little blonde yelled as soon as his feet hit the pavement. Abel ran towards you and you hopped off the table and knelt with your arms open. He ran into them and you smiled as you squeezed him tight. You lifted him and held him on your hip and Jax pressed a kiss to his sons forehead. “Can we play on the swings?” Abel asked eagerly. “I guess so.” You sighed playfully before tickling him. He giggled loudly and you smiled at Wendy once more before carrying Abel to the swing set. “He’s been asking about (y/n) all week.” Wendy said. Jax nodded, a proud smile on his face as he watched you playing with his son. “So is she your old lady yet or what?” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he looked at his ex. “You gonna give me relationship advice darlin?” Wendy rolled her eyes. “She’s a good girl, Jax. She’ll make a good old lady, better than I ever was.” They both watched as you pushed Abel on the swing and his laughter echoed through the lot. “Look all I’m saying is don’t screw things up with her. She’s good for you. She’s good for him.” ~ Three days had passed without any changes. The doctors had said your condition seemed to be improving however you were still in a coma and Jax was growing more impatient with every passing day. He had spent every minute by your bedside, only leaving to freshen up, but never for more than ten minutes. The room was filled with balloons and the scent of fresh flowers, mainly from Gemma. The guilt never left him and every minute you spent in this coma Jax seemed to blame himself more. The nurses had told him to talk to you, that you could hear him. At first he had been uncomfortable, unsure of what to say to someone who couldn’t answer back. He’d started with apologies, before telling you about his plans for the club. He’d just finished telling you a story about how the guys had hid a bunch of dolls in their rooms to stop Tig from snooping when he stopped talking mid sentence. Your eyes had fluttered, he was sure of it. “Babe? Come on wake up.” You stirred, your eyes flickering open for a moment and your fingers twitched slightly. A wide smiled spread over his face and he squeezed your hand gently. Ever so slowly, the room began to focus around you. You squinted your eyes, gradually taking in your surroundings before you focused on Jax, sitting teary eyed by your bed. “You look like shit.” You told him, your voice slightly raspy. Jax laughed lightly and a tear rolled down his cheek. He didn’t doubt your words, he’d barely slept in three days. “How are you feeling?” Jax asked. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” “Il get a nurse.” “No, Jax wait. I-” “I’m so sorry, (y/n).” Jax interrupted. “I should have told you. I don’t wanna lose you, darlin. You mean everything to me and I-” “It’s okay Jax.” You told him. He stopped and looked at you, the blues of his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His face was filled with guilt and you smiled softly. “I love you, Jackson. And I trust you. It’s okay.” Jax stood and hovered over the bed. His fingers reached oh and gently room hold of your chin. He pressed his lips against yours softly, too scared of hurting you. You kissed him back and you didn’t notice the tear that escaped you and rolled down your cheek. “Marry me.” Jax whispered as he pulled his lips away. “What?!” “Marry me.” He grinned. “I love you, (y/n). Almost losing you made me realise how much I need you. I want to spend my life with you. Marry me.” You rated at him, your mouth slightly open. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes!” You both grinned at each other, your eyes damp with tears of joy and this time when he kissed you you swore you could taste the rest of your life on his lips. Minutes passed and eventually he pulled away and sat back in the chair, his hands holding yours softly. “Jax?” “Yes, mrs Teller?” You grinned. “Is Tig really that scared of dolls?”
“You know smoking is bad for you” You causley said as you flipped through your magazine on the couch. Jax jumped up from his spot slamming his hands down on the coffee table making you also jump in surprise.
“Can you stop being a whiny bitch for once? I have had enough of your shit lately”
“Well excuse me for being a bitch that cares about your health. Smoking a few a day Jax is nothing but your hitting a pack now and that’s ridiculous” You spoke while crossing your arms . Jax stared you down and said
“You know what’s ridiculous is that a grown ass lady is bossy me around like I’m a two year old. I’m a grown man who don’t need your stupid ass opinions. I can take care of myself”
“Well honey this lady happens to be the one you picked as your old lady so you don’t like it? That’s your fucking problem. I’m trying to look out for what’s best for us as a family” Jax rolled his eyes, finishing his cigarette.
“Family yeah that’s what you’re looking out for” Jax scoffed as he went to turn to leave the living room.
“What’s that suppose to mean Jax? What else would I being doing?” You asked as you walked closer to him so you could be face to face. Jax let out a loud laugh, his eyes darken before he spoke
“It means you are looking out for yourself. If this kills me you’re going to have no one to bring home all of this money for you, so you can go off and spend it on bullshit” His answered hit a nerve. You were never one to back down from a fight but having Jax speak this poorly to you wasn’t setting right.
“Say it Jax we both know you want too” You yelled making sure your voice wouldn’t crack on you. He wasn’t going to see you weak that’s not what an old lady was.
“You’re acting like a croweater. All you want at this point is this cut that’s the reason your still here in this life. For the cut not me, and damn well not for my child” You looked up at Jax with tears in your eyes. Did he really think that’s all you were? Some stupid croweater that was only there for the cut and not the man behind it. Not wanting to be this close to Jax anymore you pushed your way passed him. Walking out of the room Jax followed you.
“Where do you think your going?” He asked as you picked up your coat from one of the chairs.
“Out” Jax grabbed your arm before you got to the door stopping you
“No your not” Jax said making you come closer to him, the normal smoky smell mixed with cologne that always warmed your heart was making you sick.
“I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” You snapped back harshly pulling your arm out of his. With not even a glance towards Jax you walked right out of the door. When it slammed shut Jax sank into the chair putting his head in his hands wondering what he just did.
After a few hours of driving around Charming you decided to go back home. It wasn’t safe to be out alone even more so now that it was dark out. Being the Vice President Old Lady means you have a big target on your back at all times. Parking your car outside, you took a deep breath getting ready to face Jax. One look at your face anyone could tell that you have been crying and you knew Jax would feel bad like he should.
Jax looked up from his seat at the kitchen table when he heard the door open. Seeing it was you he quicky popped up making his way towards you. Taking your hands you try to pull away but Jax was too strong for you.
“I’m sorry darling for fighting with you. I know you’re not a croweater and I should have never compare you to them because I know and so does everyone else is that you’re here for me and not this cut. There’s been so much club shit going on lately and I took out all of my angry and stressed out on you. For that I’m sorry I know you’re just trying to take care of me” You looked at Jax you could also tell that he had been crying. He was never one to admit when he was wrong so you just thought you would come home and act like none of this ever happened but he had other plans.
“Jax I’-” you went to say but he cut you off. “ No you don’t say sorry I’m the one that acted like a complete dick and mistreated his old lady. So I made a few calls and what would you say about you and I going to the cabin for the weekend without the club”
“Jax I would love too but you do know you still need to make up for this a bit more. It really hurt when you said those things about me.” You told while leaning into his chest.
“I know darling” With that Jax laid a kiss on the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you. Happy that he had someone like you to put up with his famous Teller temper.
Request from @ly–canthrope for a Kozik x Reader based off the following prompts:
#51 - I’m your husband. It’s my job.“
#136 - “You had a nightmare. Tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
Your eyes open sharply as you breathe heavy, thankful you’re tucked up safely in bed and not elsewhere. You turn your head to the side, your fingers twitching to shake Kozik awake, but the lack of sleep he’s gotten lately stops you.
The darkness makes the task of locating your phone problematic, the brightness of the screen making you squint as your eyes focus on the time. Four twenty four. Great.
You’re more weary than usual as you creep to the bathroom, your ears sensitive to anything and everything as you quickly do your business, heart beat faster than usual.
“Shit, did I wake you?” you whisper as you return to the bedroom, your husband sitting up with his back against the headboard, his hands grabbing the sheets and lifting them for you to get inside.
“I’m just a light sleeper.” he replies, pulling you into him and settling into the pillows, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as you lie down. “You okay? You’re shaking.”
“Sorry.” you mutter, resting your head on his bare chest, the tension inside of you lessening slightly as you breathe in his scent, the warmth of his chest also aiding to calm you down. “Bad dream.”
“You should’ve woke me.” he sighs, stroking your hair comfortingly, a loving kiss being placed upon the top of your head. “What was it about?”
“Nothing. It was just a dream, I’m okay now.” You can feel the concern rolling off him in waves, and you’ve known him long enough to know he’s not going to drop it.
“(Y/N), you had a nightmare. Now tell me what it was about so I can fix it.” he responds, his voice nothing but comforting as he speaks to you. You look up at him, not really wanting to relive what you’d just woken up from. “You’re safe. I’ll always protect you.”
He presses his lips to yours gently, his one hand resting on your waist, his fingers dancing on your exposed skin. The other slips into your locks, the hair being tugged lightly between his digits. Once you separate, you huff, settling back against your partner.
You tell him your nightmare, him listening intently to each and every word that slips from your lips, his hands constantly on you, soothing you so effortlessly with his touch. Hips are squeezed when the details get exceptionally vivid, kisses placed on your skin when your throat gets thick with emotion.
Somehow, he always knows you better than you know yourself, your chest feeling one hundred times lighter after sharing your upset.
“You know I’d never let anything happen to you, baby.” he whispers, your eyes fluttering shut as your head rests on his chest, his steady heart beat acting as your lullaby.
“I know.” you say, tracing circles on his stomach, skin smooth underneath your finger tips. “How come you always know how to make me feel better?”
He chuckles softly, wondering the same exact thing about you. “I’m your husband. It’s sorta my job, babe.”
You hum in response, tiredness overtaking you as you fall into a soundless, dreamless sleep, your mind filled with nothing but reassurances, comfort and love.
A/N - Bit of Kozik for you all! Apologies for any mistakes, haven’t proof read this lol. Hope you liked xxxx