CRUSH - JAX TELLER
Requested One-Shot ft. Jax Teller
You stared at the ceiling of the clubhouse, waiting for the
Sons to get back. Being the teenage daughter of a member of SAMCRO wasn’t all
it cracked up to be, especially when they were preparing for a lockdown.
After what seemed like hours, the roar of engines broke the silence and you pushed yourself up from the couch, heading outside to greet your father. They all looked stressed to hell when you wandered over, but your dad quickly rearranged his expression to give you a huge grin when he noticed you standing there.
“What’re ya doin’ here, Lass?” He asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug. You shrugged him off like any bratty teenager would, but flashed him a smile. “I was gonna pick ye up later on.” He told you.
You rolled your eyes, noticing somebody else in the process. Jackson Teller - the subject of your teenage fantasies. You blushed a little when he saw you looking and flashed you a cocky smirk and a wink in your direction.
You slowly turned your attention back to your dad, who had followed your gaze. His eyes narrowed as he put two-and-two together, realising why your face had turned a revealing shade of pink, your blush deepening now you’d been caught out.
“Crap.” You muttered as your father smirked, rolling a cigarette between his teeth.
“Got yerself a boyfriend, there?” He teased, nudging you in the rib with his elbow. Your hands flew up to hide your face, embarrassment setting in. You dreaded to think how badly he’d embarrass you later on once he’d had a drink.
“Dad.” You said seriously, composing yourself and putting on the best stern voice you could muster up. “Please. Don’t.” You said warningly. Your father shook his head and held his hands up.
“Fine.” He promised. “Ye won’t hear a peep from me.” He told you, which made you sigh a breath of relief. He put his arm around your shoulders again, guiding you toward the clubhouse.
“Thanks.” You replied. You were surprised your dad was being so reasonable. Usually he’d tease the shit out of you for something like this. He shrugged before flashing you a wicked grin.
“But I’m not makin’ any promises from the rest of the lads.” He said, laughing at your horrified expression before running into the clubhouse to tell everyone about your little crush.