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Favourite picture of you two - Sons of Anarchy Preferences #2

Jax: Opie took this photo when the three of you were young. Every day, Jax took you from school and one of those days, while you two where making out in his bike, Opie took the photo. Jax loves that photo because there are two things he loves: you and his bike.

Chibs: Jax took this photo one of the days the  boys came from a run. Jax bought a camera in the run. After Chibs hugged you, Jax took the photo while he kissed your forehead. Chibs loves that photo because he thinks you look super cute and he thinks that is a lovely picture.

Tig: Tig and you went to the fun town and you wantes to enter in a photo booth. Since he like to make fun you decided to make faces. He loves that photo(s) because he thinks about that day (you had a lot of fun) and thinks that the two of you appear as you are inside, funny and silly sometimes.

Happy: Juice took this photo one day Happy was exhausted and the only thing he wanted to do was hug you. You two where alone in a room in the clubhouse and Juice, that had the camera, entered silently. When Juice showed the photo to Happy he pissed of with him, but when he looked at the picture carefully, he thought that was the perfect photo of you two.

Opie: Ellie, Opie’s daugther, took this photo one day at home. Opie was looking through the window and you came from behind and hugged him. Elli tought it was a very beautiful moment and took the photo with a camera. Opie doesn’t know why he loves that photo, but he thinks it’s the perfect one.

Juice: Bobby took this photo one day the boys and his old ladies went to a lake to spent the day. Bobby was obsesionated with his new camera and he took it with him. Juice and you were talking when suddenly Juice kissed your forehead. You smiled at his act and Bobby captured the moment. Juice loves this picture because he thinks it represents you two: he being the sweetest boy and you being the cutest girl. 

Masterlist (finally)

Hey y’all! I’ve finallyyyy made a masterlist for my SOA text series and imagines. They’re linked as pages on my blog but I’ll add the links to this post as well. Thank you all for sending in requests for me to do these, it never fails to make me smile when I see a new request. Keep sending them in and I’ll get right to it!




“I feel like I could eat the world raw.”

Please consider Song of Achilles au for tododeku im crying at a dennys

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Last Mistake

Random little Jax x Reader ft heartbreak and angst.

Originally posted by sikanapanele

“Is it true?” you ask, your voice dangerously calm. Jax looks completely lost, like he doesn’t know what to say to make this better, because he cant make this better.

“(Y/N)…” He tries to reach out for you, instincts dragging you backwards and as far away from him as possible. “Let me-”

“Is it true?!” you roar, legs shaking with adrenaline. It’s a bittersweet moment as Jax nods, tears in the eyes that looked at you as if they loved you, yet hid such disgusting secrets.

You shake your head, biting your lip until you taste metal, your nails clawing into your palm to somehow hold back the dam threatening to break. You laugh humourlessly, turning your gaze to the ceiling as you blink rapidly, not wanting to waste anymore emotion on the man in front of you.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.” you spit, revelling in the way Jax flinches at the venom in your tone, silent tears slipping down his face. “Everyone warned me about you, but I refused to listen. How naive.”

“Please, baby-” he pleads, his voice cracking and causing him to halt his words. Refusing to meet his gaze, you stare at the wall behind him, feeling physically and emotionally broken. “Let me explain.”

“I’ve spent the last year listening to your explaining, Jax. No more.” His lip quivers at the ice in your tone, leaving no room for negotiation. You walk briskly to yours and his bedroom, yanking the suitcase from under the bed and throwing it upon the mattress, the memory foam softening the blow.

The snapping clothes hangers relieve some of your frustration as you rip your items from them, skin crawling at the thought of being in the same place of someone who you thought loved you so deeply, yet treated you so wrong.

You ignore his figure in the doorway as you continue to fill up your suitcase, the creases in the fabric being the least of your worries as you messily cram one on top of the other. “What are you doing?”

He sounds like a distressed child, panic and pain swirling together and coating his words. You don’t respond, partly because you’re tired of talking, and partly because you’re not sure if your voice will hold out much longer.

“Stop!” he pleads, striding over to you and tearing the shirt from your grip, eyes bloodshot once you meet his gaze. He shakes his head in denial, already able to sense the invisible wall that separates the two of you, the one you’ve put up that will never come down for him again.

“Don’t leave.” he whispers, grabbing your face delicately between his hands. You allow his hands to touch your skin for the last time as he wipes away your falling tears, your chin shaking as you fight the sobs aching to break free.

“You can’t go, (Y/N). You promised me you’d never leave.” he chokes, pressing his forehead against your own. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“You always are.” you mumur, basking in the closeness of the two of you, knowing it’s all over now. Everything has turned to shit, and there is no going back. You push him away, his fingertips slipping from your face as you separate yourself from him, placing the last of your things in your case.

Your vision is completely smeared as fast, hot tears fall from your eyes, your arms finding their way into your jacket before you leave the room with your things, Jax following desperately.

“We’ll fix this, yeah? We always do.” he says once you’re half way out the door. You pause, sniffing sharply as you wipe your eyes.

“Bye, Jax.” is all you say, before you pull the door shut, leaving everything you’ve come to know behind it.

A/N - Hi! Sorry it’s so overdue, I’ve been really struggling for what feels like forever, but hopefully I can continue to post and get back on track! I hope you guys liked this ❤


Request from @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#13 - “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

#88 - “After everything…I’d still choose you.” - A/N - I left this one out as I didn’t know how to put it in. Hope that’s okay!

Originally posted by psicomana

“I can’t believe this shit.” you curse, pulling at the restraints on your wrist. Swearing loudly, you kick over a stool near your feet, the wooden chair smacking against the floor. You listen, waiting to see if your detainers come to see what the noise is about, but everything remains silent.

“I’m gonna rip his fucking heart out as soon as we get out of here.” Jax snarls from behind you, his back pressed up against the opposite side of the pillar. Even though you can’t see his face, you know his forehead is scrunched up in anger, the way it always does.

“If we get out of here.” you correct him, resting your head against the immovable post. “I dunno about you, but it looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Now ain’t the time to talk smart.” he snaps, referring to your sarcastic tone. You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance yet keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Minutes later, Jax sighs loudly, the silence broken by his now softened voice. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” you reply quietly, not knowing how much longer you’re going to be able to last, your back stiff and stomach rumbling from being kept hostage for well over a day now. “You think they know where we are?”

“I dunno, but we better hope they do.” You close your eyes, his response truthful yet lacking the hope you’re aching to hear. “Unless the club can somehow come up with half a mil in two days, we’re fucked.”

“Wow, great pep talk. I can see why they chose you for president.” you say, rolling your eyes. Jax brushes his hands up against your own, his restraints stopping him from holding your hand in his own.

“I’m gonna get you out of this, (Y/N).” he replies, determination in his tone. Tears prick at your eyes, heart heavy with panic, body heavy with fatigue. “I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”

“Bang up job you’re doing.” you sniff, your nose tingling as your vision turns misty, defeated tears falling down your cheeks. “I forgot, only you’re allowed to hurt me, yeah?”

You know it’s a low blow, the past between you and Jax still raw even though it’s been a good six months since you found out he was sleeping with Colette behind your back.

“You really wanna do this now?” he questions, his voice surprisingly calm, as if he knows you’re on the edge.

“What better time, Jax?” Your voice cracks as you say his name, frustration thick in your veins as you try to hold yourself together. “Might not get the chance after he slits our throats.”

“Jesus Christ!” He tugs at his restraints mercilessly, the pain in your voice like nails on a chalkboard, his skin crawling with red hot fury. You flinch as he shouts, more tears escaping from your eyes.

He remains silent for what feels like forever, the tension level high as you try to face the fact that you might not make it out of here alive.

Your head pounds as you cry silently, unable to bear the thought of never seeing your family again, or never seeing the club again.

“I argued with Tig before we got picked up.“ you start, your throat thick with emotion, the lump refusing to budge no matter how many times you swallow. “What if he blames himself?”

“Fucking stop it, (Y/N).” he warns, defiance in his words. “We’re not gonna die here.”

“How can you be so sure?” you argue, your bubble of hope completely deflated, your mind screaming at you to be realistic. “We live in the life, Jax. This sort of shit happens all the time.”

“Not to us, alright? This isn’t how it’s gonna end for you, (Y/N).“ Shaking your head, you wish his words could cut through the negativity in your brain. “I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

“Okay.” you agree falsely, tired of the same empty promises.

You feel yourself being shaken awake, the throbbing in your skull the first thing you feel once you begin to stir. Blurry vision focuses on Jax, a worried expression on his face as he studies you. “Shit, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

“What happened?” you ask groggily, your throat dry due to the lack of fluids. Taking in your surroundings, your eyes widen in horror as you spot the bleeding body near the door. “Oh my god.”

“Hey.” he calls, his cold hands cradling your face as he tries to direct your attention back to him. “It had to be done. Once I cut loose, it was either me or him.”

You know it’s true, though it doesn’t make it any less horrifying. Nodding, you try to blink away the black spots dotting your vision, cold sweats creeping up your body as you try to remain calm.

“Jax, I don’t feel right.” you complain, nausea sweeping over you in waves. Jax presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his icy touch bringing you temporarily relief. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

You can barely hear him talk, his words muffled as a loud piercing sounds in your ears, beads of perspiration dripping from your neck down to your back. No matter how much you try to fight it, you feel yourself slump to the side, reality slipping from you as you lose consciousness.

The unmistakeable fumes of disinfectant fill your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, a white ceiling greeting you as you do so. A hiss escapes from your lips as you shift, the hefty needle hanging out of your arm being the cause. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”

You turn your head to the side, a smile slipping onto your lips at the sight of Gemma. “Gem.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright, sweetheart.” she mumurs, standing to place a loving kiss upon your forehead. The simple gesture brings tears to your eyes, relief flooding though you at the realisation that you’re back where you belong.

“Where’s Jax? Is he okay?” you ask, a million and one questions sitting on the end of your tongue. Gemma smiles knowingly, before nodding, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

“He’s been worried sick.” she says, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. “I’ll send him in.”

A minute or so later, Jax slips into the room, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His eyes look tired, though they spark once they land on you, his skin looking a little less pale. “How you feeling?”

“Alright, considering.” you respond quietly, pushing yourself to sit up as Jax sits on the side of your bed. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple hours. You scared the shit out of me.” he admits, running his fingers over his beard. You reach up bravely, taking his hand within your own, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.” He’s taken aback by your actions, not expecting you to greet him with such warmth. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you a reason to.” he says, his eyes flickering to your lips before he clears his throat, pulling away. Leaning down, he places his lips upon your forehead, lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll leave you to rest.“

You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from exiting. “Will you come back later?”

“You want me to?” You nod shyly, unsure where you stand with him. He raises his brow in surprise, before a small smirk appears on his face. “Then I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.” you reply lamely, a hopeful flutter in your chest that maybe you can work past the hurt, and maybe there is a silver lining to this situation after all.

A/N - Ahhhhh I’m really not sure how I feel about the ending of this but hopefully you guys like it! Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for reading❤ let me know what you think!!