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Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]
Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax
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Bright laughter and the soft chatter of birds perched in the towering trees blended serenely together in the warm afternoon. You sat partially covered in shade on a park bench, the leaves of the nearby tree rustling in a gentle breeze as you stretched your legs out along the sidewalk which spanned the perimeter of the playground. But as you shifted against the wood, crossing one ankle over the other, your index finger tapped a nervous rhythm against the iced coffee in your hand.
Fortunately, Emilia was completely unaware of your growing anxiety, too busy playing on the playground with the other children to have noticed your unusual mood today. Your foot absently bounced as you watched her, nerves shooting through you in anticipation of the upcoming introduction between her and Jax. Your stomach gave another uncomfortable swoop at the thought of them finally meeting after all these years.
Bringing the coffee cup slick with condensation to your lips, you sipped on it while the mid-day sun bathed your bare legs in its warmth. But the caffeine failed to ease the nauseating twist of your insides, and your foot bounced a little faster, moving in tandem with the elevated beat of your heart. Across the park, Emilia ducked around a slide and crouched down behind it, a wide smile drawn over her face. She was completely oblivious to the significance of coming here today, looking as carefree as you wished you could feel.
Her giggle drifted towards you as a few of the other little kids began hiding in various spots around the playground while one little boy wandered in search of them. The corner of your lips curved at the comical sight of them attempting to play a game of hide-and-seek when they didn't quite grasp the concept of keeping quiet and staying hidden. You spotted a few kids peeking their heads out of their hiding places before laughing loudly and ducking back into their spot.
As a few more minutes gradually passed, you slid your phone out of your pocket just enough to check the time on the screen.You still had yet to hear anything from Jax. You’d checked your phone every few minutes ever since you'd finished your shift at St. Thomas and headed to the park, but he hadn’t called or sent a single text. He hadn’t even responded to the one you’d sent him when you’d swung by the little cafe downtown to grab yourself a coffee. There was still no sign of him anywhere, no proof that he even remembered agreeing to this meeting.
Teeth anxiously sinking into your bottom lip, you chewed nervously on it as your foot bounced a little faster atop the other one. Had Jax talked himself out of coming to meet her in the end? Had he gotten cold feet about actually wanting to be in his daughter’s life, letting his fears get the better of him? He hadn't contacted you at all today, hadn't acknowledged that text you’d sent a bit ago telling him that you would be at the park soon. Considering how he'd initially reacted to the news about Em when you’d told him he had a daughter, the idea of him bailing at the last minute on you both didn’t seem completely out of the realm of possibility.
Slipping your phone back into your pocket with a defeated sigh, you focused back on the playground. Em was peering around the slide now, searching for the little boy who was still looking for everyone playing their game of hide-and-seek. Eyes wandering around the park, you observed the other moms stationed along the handful of benches and picnic tables. Most of them were either looking at their phones or reading a book, occasionally glancing up long enough to locate their kid before going back to what they were doing.
Bringing your iced coffee back to your lips, you took another long drink as you tried to calm the nervous bouncing of your foot, forcing it to remain still as your toes curled inside your shoes in protest. This was exactly why you hadn’t told Em that you'd planned to meet anyone here today, because you didn't want her to be disappointed if Jax didn't come. Even if she would’ve had no idea who was really coming to see you, you hadn’t wanted to give Jax the opportunity to let her down.
But you could feel your heart steadily wilting inside of your chest at his glaring absence. How long were you supposed to wait for him before you finally gave up and accepted the fact that he'd changed his mind? You'd arrived here twenty minutes ago, eventually you’d need to get Em back home so that you could make dinner before starting the typical bath and bedtime routine. You couldn't stay here all afternoon hoping he would eventually show.
Lowering your iced coffee to your lap, the condensation along the bottom of the plastic cup dampened the top of your thigh. Maybe it was foolish that you’d ever gotten your hopes up in the first place believing that Jax would’ve wanted to be in Em's life. But he'd seemed so genuinely interested in learning about her yesterday morning at the diner, and he’d sounded so earnest to meet her, that you were certain he’d already be here waiting for the both of you when you’d arrived. Or at the very least, that he’d acknowledge your text and let you know that he was on his way to the park.
You supposed it was quite likely that he’d changed his mind, and maybe that meant it would always just be you and Em. You thought you'd accepted that reality years ago, but having fate unexpectedly throw Jax back into your lives had felt significant. You hoped it meant that things were meant to change, hoped that it meant Emilia would finally get to know her father and that you wouldn’t be so alone in parenting her. But maybe it was ridiculous to have been so hopeful when you should’ve just known that meeting him again was merely an odd coincidence instead of something as profound as fate.
With your faith in Jax steadily dwindling, you spiraled deeper into the disappointing loop of thoughts plaguing your mind until the distant rumble of an approaching motorcycle tore through the peaceful afternoon. The telltale growl grew louder, making its way towards the little park in downtown Charming. Inhaling a sudden breath, you straightened on the bench as you held it. Just because you’d heard a bike didn’t necessarily mean that it was Jax, even if it sounded like a single motorcycle and not a group of them like you'd grown accustomed to hearing around town.
Every one of the other moms at the park visibly stiffened where they sat, their heads darting up almost simultaneously. The noise of a bike drawing so near had caught their attention like a neon sign flashing a warning over the playground. Each of them had grown tense, their eyes finding their children on the playground and watching them with far more caution than they'd been doing a minute ago. With how the majority of Charming reacted towards the Sons, and now after witnessing the other moms’ very curious reactions, you’d begun to wonder who exactly Emilia’s father actually was–though that would take longer than one afternoon to unpack.
When the motorcycle finally pulled up next to the park, you turned your head over your shoulder. You recognized the leather kutte before catching sight of the blonde hair peeking out from beneath the man's helmet. Relief washed over you in waves, and you finally exhaled the breath you'd been holding, the fear of Jax not showing draining straight from your body. The smallest smile slipped onto your face, grateful that he'd turned up after all and that he hadn’t left you hanging.
Jax slowly rolled his bike to a stop beside the curb before throwing the kickstand down and cutting the engine. An eerie silence temporarily swallowed the entire park as the roar of his motorcycle quieted, leaving you far too aware of the sound of your blood rushing through your veins. Even the birds briefly grew still as if sensing something dangerous, their chatter temporarily ceasing in the trees. But the moment passed quickly, and the sounds of kids playing and laughing soon resumed.
Jax undid the buckle of his helmet, removing it and hanging it over the handlebar of his bike. Both of his hands took their time running through his hair afterwards, his fingers smoothing the pieces that’d fallen out of place during his ride, putting them back where they belonged. He easily swung his leg over his bike afterwards, his golden hair catching the sunlight as he dismounted his Harley.
You were so distracted with his arrival, mesmerized by the little gestures of him putting himself back together, that you hadn’t realized you'd been staring. You also hadn't noticed that you were no longer alone on the bench, unaware that Em had suddenly hopped up onto it beside you until her small voice caused you to jump. Your grip instinctively tightened around the plastic coffee cup in your hand, squeezing it so hard that a bit of coffee splashed up onto the lid.
“Mama, look!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at where you were already looking. “It's a Harley!”
“Yeah, bunny,” you agreed, trying to calm the racing of your heart from both of their sudden appearances. Watching Jax had surprisingly caused your pulse to quicken for more reasons than just nerves. “It is a Harley.”
Tearing your eyes away from Jax as he stepped around the front of his bike, you glanced down to see Emilia kneeling backwards on the bench. Both of her hands were holding onto the backrest as she bounced excitedly on her knees, her eyes lingering on the man that she had no idea was actually her father.
“Can I go see it?” she asked. Her head darted swiftly towards you before she fixed you with her pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please? Please?”
The corner of your lip twitched at her excitement, the sight of it somewhat calming the nerves that had been eating away at you all day today. Jax was here now, and Em would no doubt find a way to break the ice with him, especially if she got to talk about his bike. It seemed like the perfect way to let them get to know each other, even if Jax had absolutely no idea what he was in for with her enthusiasm for motorcycles.
“Well, maybe,” you answered carefully. “But only because he's uh–”
Breaking off, your mouth hung open as you tried to figure out how to address this situation with her. You’d not told her that you were meeting anyone at the park today solely because you didn’t want her disappointed if Jax did bail on the initial plans. And you’d already agreed with Jax yesterday morning that he wouldn’t be ‘dad’ to her just yet, but that he’d initially be introduced to her as one of your friends. Now you needed to figure out how to navigate that part with her.
“He uh, he's actually someone that I wanted you to meet today,” you awkwardly finished.
Her little brows furrowed adorably together in confusion at the strained smile that had spread over your face. Tipping her head to the side, she stared up at you like she was trying hard to understand what you meant, because Jax wasn’t arriving with a kid for a playdate. Her confusion made sense considering you'd never introduced her to a man before. Not like this. Usually meeting someone at the park meant another mom and someone for her to play with, or sometimes back in Fresno you invited a friend who would hang out with you while she played on the playground. So this was…different.
“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked.
A nervous laugh fell out of you before you quickly shook your head at the question. Of course she would think that, it was the most logical leap for her to make, but you didn't want that idea planting itself in her mind. As much as you missed the idea of having someone to rely on instead of always having to be the one relied on, you knew that wasn't possible. Not with Jax, not now. And it wasn't as if you knew him well enough to know whether you'd even want that with him down the road, either.
“No,” you answered her. “He's just a new friend I made while I was working at the hospital. He wanted to come visit with us this afternoon. Is that okay?”
Emilia nodded her head enthusiastically, a toothy grin spreading over her face. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “I like making new friends!”
Turning her attention back to where Jax was sauntering through the grass and towards the park bench where you both sat, Em abruptly stood up on the bench beside you. She raised one hand in the air and started waving wildly at him in greeting, the beaded bracelets on her wrists lightly clacking together as she did.
Looking back over your shoulder, your own gaze found its way back to Jax. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and there was a tiny, lopsided smile sliding onto his face directed at Emilia. Your heart tightened at the sight of it. Despite the nervous edge to him, you could see something else lingering in his gaze as he neared, and it melted the rest of those fears you’d had of him skipping out on you and Em.
“Hey,” you greeted him. “Glad you could make it.”
Jax's gaze shifted to you when you'd spoken, nodding his head back at you in greeting. But his attention returned to your daughter as he gradually came to a stop right behind the bench, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.
“Sorry, busy morning. Got held up a little,” he explained, still smiling down at Em. “But I wasn't gonna miss hangin’ out for a bit.”
Em didn't hesitate to reach her little hand out past the back of the bench where she stood, a warm smile on her face as she looked up at Jax. There wasn’t the slightest hint of intimidation in the friendly way she grinned up at him, even when she was faced with the leather and his tattoos. That seemed to throw Jax off, and his brows creased together as he looked down at her extended hand.
“Hi,” she chirped brightly. “I'm Emilia. You’re mama’s new friend?”
Jax’s eyes flickered briefly over to you, one brow slightly arching onto his forehead in obvious hesitantce. The smile grew on your face as you shrugged a shoulder back at him, the gesture saying ‘I told you she’s outgoing.’ You’d forewarned him that Em lacked a fear of strangers, and now he was about to experience that firsthand.
“Yeah, I am,” Jax answered slowly, switching his attention back down to Emilia. He reached out, his large hand engulfing her smaller one as he shook it gently. “I’m Jax.”
When he released her hand, she immediately peered around him on the bench, craning her neck as her attention fell back on his bike parked beside the curb. Her eyes widened in glee as she leaned over the back of the bench, pointing a finger at the Harley he’d just ridden to the park on.
“Is that yours?” she asked him.
Jax turned his head over his shoulder, following where her little finger was pointing. His mouth curled into a broad smile before his head swiveled back towards her. A glint of pride flickered in his eyes as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She’s mine.”
“Can I see it?”
Emilia’s question came almost before Jax had finished answering, her excitement drawing a low chuckle out of him. Biting your bottom lip, you tried to contain the smile on your face, but your cheeks already ached at the effort. You’d had a feeling that Emilia would be all over his motorcycle the second she spotted it, and you swore you could already feel the countless questions about to bubble up out of her mouth as she waited impatiently for Jax’s answer.
“I suppose that depends,” Jax carefully replied. Glancing back at you, both of his brows faintly rose onto his forehead. “Is that alright with mom?”
An intense surge of warmth unexpectedly tingled its way up your spine at hearing Jax call you ‘mom’ so casually to your shared daughter. The sensation threw you off entirely, your stomach clenching as both of them questioningly watched you and waited for an answer. Emilia was still hopping up and down on the bench in her pink Nikes, her eyes wide as she kept repeating a quiet string of ‘please, please, please, please’ while Jax’s head tipped curiously to the side at your extended pause. Tongue slipping out to wet your dry lips, you forced a smile onto your face as you nodded, clearing your throat.
“Yeah, that’s–that’s fine,” you said, embarrassed by the faint breathlessness to your words. “Just uh, just as long as you don’t let her convince you to take her on a ride.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’,” Jax said, shooting you a wink. “I know better than that.”
Emilia let out an excited squeal that drew Jax’s attention straight to her as she hopped off the bench. You were grateful she’d drawn his eyes away from you, not wanting him to notice the way he’d just flustered you. You’d surprisingly liked hearing him call you ‘mom’ to Emilia far more than you should’ve, and that wink he’d given you wasn’t helping matters. But all those feelings he’d just stirred up inside of you were dangerous. You were only supposed to be friends. The sexual attraction that still lingered between you both needed to be pushed aside for Emilia’s sake.
In true Emilia fashion, your four year old confidently grabbed Jax by the hand and started pulling him over towards his parked motorcycle on the street. The way Jax’s face twisted into something surprised had you laughing softly to yourself, fondly shaking your head at your daughter and how quickly she could take control of a situation. You assumed that was something she’d inherited from Jax.
Bringing your almost finished iced coffee back to your lips, you took a sip and tried to cool the heat creeping up the back of your neck as they headed over to his motorcycle. You caught bits and pieces of her questions as she began her onslaught of them, and you wondered what was running through Jax’s head with each one she shot his way. Especially with the way she was looking up at him with those wide eyes alight with curiosity and enthusiasm, her little hand still dragging him to his motorcycle.
Without warning, tears abruptly sprung forth in your eyes at seeing the pair of them together. You fought hard to blink them back, trying to quell the ambush of emotion before it could fully surface. But there was something about Emilia having absolutely no idea that the man answering all her eager questions was the very same father she’d been curiously asking you about recently, and you’d found yourself struck with some of your own indecipherable feelings watching them.
Sitting silently on the bench with your coffee, you observed both of them from a distance as they talked, trying to keep yourself composed. Jax had crouched down to her height once they’d gotten to his Harley, pointing at various things on his bike, but you were too far to hear what they were saying. Emilia would sometimes light up, animatedly saying something that clearly shocked Jax judging by the expressions he’d make. No doubt she was impressing him with her vast knowledge of motorcycles, a topic that completely baffled the hell out of you.
You watched them for a while bonding over the bike, each minute growing more increasingly aware of that weird pull you always felt around Jax. When you’d first felt it all those years ago, you’d chalked it up to an intense sexual attraction and left it at that. You assumed that was why you’d brought him home with you from the bar back then when that had been an entirely out of character thing for you to do. After you’d run into him again since moving to Charming, you assumed that was why you’d still felt that pull just as strongly as you had that night five years ago. He was undeniably attractive, even more now than back then, and you also knew how satisfying sex with him was after experiencing it firsthand. But seeing the way he was crouched in the grass being so patient with Em’s constant chatter right now–because she could really get going on a topic she liked–you wondered if there was more to it than just desire.
But that was not a topic you could explore further, not even within the safety of your own mind.
When you’d finished with your coffee, you stood up from the bench and walked over towards a nearby garbage bin to toss the cup. It wasn’t until you’d stopped focusing on Jax and Em that you noticed the odd shift at the park. All of the other mothers were no longer distracted by their phones and their books while just occasionally monitoring their children. Instead, they were watching you closely while sending Jax wary, distrustful looks as he showed Emilia his bike, their books and phones forgotten.
Tossing your empty cup into the garbage, a frown creased across your lips at the judgement and scrutiny that you could practically feel from their stares. Clearly, you were missing something when it came to the Sons of Anarchy. You’d heard enough about them in the halls at St. Thomas, especially when Chibs had been staying there after his accident. But while you’d been his nurse for those few days that he’d been recovering from his accident, you’d never felt that he was someone you needed to fear ever hurting you or your daughter. You got the same feeling about Jax. There was a dangerous aura about them, but nothing quite like that.
Maybe you were missing something, or maybe the town was just that distrusting of the outliers that lived here. Either way, he was still Em’s father and you’d intended to give him a chance to be in her life–so long as his presence never invited danger into your and Em’s lives in return. You hoped that his motorcycle club wouldn’t become an issue that eventually stood in the way of his relationship with her, whatever it was they did.
While you were making your way back to the bench, you heard Em loudly calling out to you. Looking over, you found her once more dragging Jax by the hand back through the grass and over towards you, bouncing so excitedly that she was practically skipping. The way his smile reached his eyes had a slightly stupid grin slipping onto your face before you could pull it back into something less embarrassing. Your thoughts quickly switched from his club to that flare of hope burning a little warmer in your chest at the sight of them together, catching just a few facts about his bike that Em rattled off in rapidfire to you as they approached.
“Wow, bunny,” you said, only somewhat catching something about a V-twin engine. “Sounds like you learned a lot.”
“I want a motorcycle!” Em exclaimed, dragging Jax towards you. “Just like that one!”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, having already heard this demand far too many times since you’d moved to Charming. “You’re too young, bunny. And you should learn to ride an actual bicycle first,” you told her. “That’s a little more important.”
“Can’t blame you for wantin’ one, sweetheart,” Jax said. They slowed to a stop when they reached you, and you caught the playful wink Jax sent her. “I wanted my own since I was your age. But like your mama said, I couldn’t get one ‘til I was older. You still got a few years to go.”
Your heart unexpectedly gave a jolt at hearing him call her ‘sweetheart’ so casually, noticing the way it made her smile grow brighter. When Em’s head whipped back in your direction, she was practically beaming. That was all the proof you needed to know that Jax had somehow just become her new favorite person in all of Charming. Before you could ask if Jax wanted to join you on the bench, Em opened her mouth and was already fixing you with another set of puppy dog eyes.
“Can he come to princess night?” she asked. “Please?”
Her request caught you so off guard that your mouth fell open and you floundered for an answer. Princess night generally consisted of Em dressing up in an over the top sparkly dress and picking out a Disney movie to watch while eating some unhealthy meal that you didn’t usually have to cook. And that was typically followed up with nail painting and doing each other’s hair. Somehow you highly doubted that the biker president would want to listen to Elsa belting out “Let It Go" while getting his fingernails painted a sparkly periwinkle.
“Oh, well,” you began, your eyes darting between a hopeful Emilia and a now confused Jax, “I–I imagine Jax has things going on tomorrow night, bunny. That’s sort of last minute and I’m sure he’s not available. Plus that’s probably not something he’d really want to–”
“I’m not busy tomorrow night, darlin’,” Jax said, cutting you off. When he caught the way your mouth snapped shut and your stare met his, he abruptly added, “Assumin’ it’s cool with you. I don’t wanna intrude or nothin’.”
The second Emilia let out a shrill squeal of excitement, you already knew there was no way you could turn Jax away. If she wanted him there that badly, and Jax was insisting on being available instead of taking the out you were offering, then you supposed you had a third princess for princess night in the shape of a tall, blonde biker.
“Alright,” you relented, weakly shrugging your shoulders. “Suppose if he wants to come, he can come.”
Emilia hopped up and down excitedly as she spun towards Jax, still tightly clutching his hand in both of hers. To your surprise, he didn’t look remotely terrified of the unrestrained exuberance of the four year old girl currently attached to his hand.
“It’ll be so fun!” she told him, the words spilling out of her in a rush. “We always watch movies and eat lots of food and we–”
She didn’t have a chance to finish listing off her plans for princess night because a few of the kids at the playground began calling her name, waving her over to join them for a game of tag. Considering she still had the attention span of the average child, she released Jax’s hand and bolted across the playground to go join the others for the game that was beginning with an abrupt goodbye, leaving you alone with Jax and quickly ending that discussion.
“How do you keep up with her?” Jax questioned, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction Em had bolted in. “Or is she not always like that?”
You grinned, leading the pair of you back over to the bench. “That’s generally how she is unless she’s having a bad day,” you told him. “She’s much calmer if she’s tired or sad. But my only defense is lots and lots of coffee. Or bringing her to the park so that other kids can wear her out, because I certainly can’t.”
Jax settled down onto the bench beside you, intentionally leaving a good bit of distance between you both. You became acutely aware of him, watching him slouch back against the backrest, his thighs spreading open wide as he slung an arm over the back of the bench, his hand less than a foot from your shoulder. The urge to scoot closer to his side struck you like an irritating itch, but you promptly ignored it.
“So how’re you handling things so far?” you asked him. “Still freaking out about the whole dad thing, or…?”
His attention was fixed straight ahead, a small grin playing at his lips as he watched Emilia on the playground. “A little,” he admitted. “But somehow it feels a little less terrifyin’ after meeting her. She’s just so…” He shot you a sidelong look as he trailed off, that lopsided grin on his face making your heart thud. “She knows so much ‘bout Harleys. I swear she knows more about ‘em than some of the guys workin’ at the garage. How the hell is she so damn smart?”
You pulled a face, shaking your head. “Not a clue,” you answered truthfully. “When it comes to something she’s interested in, she absorbs everything she can like a sponge. I’ve read her countless books about motorcycles that we’ve gotten at the library, but I can’t even retain half of that stuff. Somehow she always tries to make sense of it. It never ceases to impress me, either.”
Jax hummed thoughtfully, his gaze following Emilia as she darted around the swings trying to escape the little girl who was currently ‘it’ in their game of tag. You glanced over, noticing that Jax’s knee had inched closer to your thigh. You wondered if he was as aware of his proximity as you were.
“Gonna guess she got the brains from you,” he mused quietly.
Your gaze slowly trailed away from his knee, traveling up his body in that relaxed posture he’d settled along the bench with until it landed on his face. His attention shifted from Emilia over on the playground to you, his stare meeting yours with a quiet intensity. The lopsided smile faded into something softer, and you felt your skin prickling and your stomach doing odd little flutters the longer he held your eyes captive.
Because there it was again, that odd pull towards him. The air between you two felt heated and thick with something that didn’t generally linger between just any two people. As the silence stretched on between you both, you found yourself forgetting whatever he’d just said, too busy getting lost in the ocean of his eyes which seemed to change colors in the sunlight.
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring until he cut the moment short, finally looking away and focusing back on the playground. Swallowing thickly, you tried to ignore the heat burning up through your cheeks as you found Emilia hurtling herself down a slide with a shriek of laughter. It appeared as if she was the one trying to do the tagging now, and you attempted to distract yourself with that instead of the odd way your body was responding to Jax.
“So what the hell is princess night anyway?” Jax asked, breaking the tension.
Despite the strange moment that had just transpired between you both, a laugh bubbled up out of you. He’d agreed to come to something without having the slightest clue what he’d agreed to, and you couldn’t wait to see how that would pan out for him in the end.
“It’s a night that I started with her almost a year ago,” you explained. “It was just meant to make one night a week easier on me because it’s fast food or an easy dinner, so I don’t really have to cook, but I thought it’d be more fun if we watched Disney movies and painted our nails. So over time it became a whole thing.”
“Okay, well I ain’t doin’ that when I come over,” he stated with a shake of his head.
An amused snort met his firm refusal. “Yeah, okay,” you sarcastically replied. “Good luck convincing Em of that. I’ve got a feeling she’s going to want to stick bows in your hair, Rapunzel.”
Jax rolled his eyes, a grin stretching over his lips as he watched Em running around the playground. “Ain’t happenin’,” he repeated. “I ain’t that kinda guy. I don’t do bows, not even for little girls.”
Giving him a sideways glance, you took in the wide grin on his face and the way his eyes were tracking Em across the playground. He was watching her with the same spark of wonder and intrigue that you always saw play across Em’s face when she spotted a group of motorcycles riding down the road. A low hum vibrated in the back of your throat, not entirely as convinced about that as he sounded.
“Guess we’ll see tomorrow night,” you said. Biting your lip, you felt a grin tugging at your lips before you blurted out a teasing, “Rapunzel.”
His blue eyes shot away from Em, landing on you at the playful jab. His brows rose up onto his forehead, his lips curving into something cheeky that had your stomach doing some dangerous somersaults. It hit you hard in that moment–seeing him as just Emilia’s father might prove more difficult than you’d initially thought.
Ngl legit thought Jax was gonna stand them up 🥺 he’s definitely going to be Rapunzel next chapter - maybe even have a tiara with all those bows, omg he should have one of those clip on braids 🤣
It is, it is!! Took me an embarrassingly long time to get y'all to finally see Jax and Em meet, but I'm glad you liked the update!! 🤍🫶🏻
Considering he went silent on her for like three days after she told him that he was a dad, that wouldn't have been too surprising for him to do. But no, thankfully that talk with Opie made him realize that he didn't want to just walk away from his own kid, though...the club still clearly runs his life...
I am absolutely dressing him up in my mind and trying to figure out what exactly Em will do to him, because he's not going to just chill and watch a movie. He's participating whether he knows it or not yet 🤣 I can just picture Em opening up her little dress up bin and the look of horror on Jax’s face as he sees tiaras, jewlery, hair accessories, and feather boas. He's going to be the prettiest princess 🤭
Jax Teller x Reader | toxic exes who fight & fuck with equal amounts of passion | drunk reader & jax | unprotected ROUGH (to some) smut | mention of blood | explicit & violent language | implied adultery | violence but in the name of passion | jealousy | 18+ MDNI
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“It’s been what…” he looks at his watch like the cocky fucker he’s always been. “Nearly two hours since you got here and you still haven’t found your way to come say hello…that’s pretty mean darlin’”
“That’s cause I’m not here for you” I reply with a smile dipped in venom, “I’m here for my brother” I take the drink Cherry slides across the bar, never breaking eye contact with Jax.
“Yeah?” He chuckles, shifting until he’s even closer to me. “Pretty sure you use that line every fuckin’ time you walk in here”
“Life’s not all about you Jackson”
“You sure about that darlin’?” He lets out a quite laugh scratching his beard “what are we at now? three…four years?”
“Yeah well…shits changed. I’m with someone”
“Mmmm, right…” he nods, “...and weren’t you with someone the last two times we did this?” That anticipated mischief glimmers at the tip of his tongue as he swipes it knowingly across his bottom lip. The beautiful bastard.
“Nah, I’m being foreal this time. It's serious...and I really like him” the lie immediately tastes sour on my tongue. There isn’t someone new. Never has been, I’m just trying my hardest not to let myself get dragged back into this toxic fucking mess.
His eyes flick over mine, “is that so?” His cocky facade slips for just a second, so quick I’m sure I fucking imagined it. But then I catch the twitch in his jaw, the one that only makes an appearance when he’s pissed at something, or trying hard not to be.
“Good for you” he drains the rest of his beer in one quick swig, setting the bottle down on the bar with a loud clang before turning and strolling out of the clubhouse doors without another fucking word.
“Love you too loser” I laugh, wrapping my arms around my older brother as the alcohol begins to hum through my veins. He smells like gin and a badly baked birthday cake as he leans in, placing a sloppy kiss to my cheek, smearing left over cake crumbs across my skin.
“Ew. Stop, get off me” I wriggle from him as we break into that uncomfortable burst of laughter like we’re 12 again, and not two grown adults standing in the middle of the samcro clubhouse.
My eyes wonder mid laugh to the back of the room, and I wish they fucking didn’t. Jax is tucked away in one of the corner booths, one arm slung across the back of the seat, and the other stroking that skanks hair. Ima, fucking hate that slut. Her fingers trace lazy shapes over the denim covering his inner thigh, and he’s fucking letting her do it.
His drunken eyes find mine the exact moment I notice her hand edge even closer to his zipper. The asshole doesn’t look away, no he holds the eye contact like he wants me to react. Don’t do it. Don’t. Do. It.
“Not on my birthday y/n” Juice mutters, his hands firm on my shoulder, facing me away from the beauty and the beast, Ima, being the beast. “You two pulled this shit last year”
“Dunno what you’re talking about”
My brother scoffs, always so dramatic. “Really?” He gestures across the room with his half finished bottle. “You two ever gonna admit you still love each other? Shits exhausting”
“Shut up asshole. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re talking about”
He laughs stepping back with both hands raised. “Shits old now, y/n” he raises his voice the further he gets away “move on with your life…or just fucking tell him” I just about hear him over the music.
I turn back to face Jax, I’m not backing down. Our eyes lock again instantly, probably cause he never took them off of me. Ima’s now tucked into the crook of his neck with her hand still resting too fucking comfortably on him. And Jax? He just looks at me like I’m spoiling his fun.
“How much do you really like him?” He mouths the fucking words. The cocky, arrogant fucking asshole, I swear to god I hate him.
The alcohol that was once humming through me, is now fucking fuming. My feet move without thought, weaving through bodies and tables. I walk straight past them at the booth, my brothers voice calling my name somewhere behind me. I don’t stop though, don’t even turn around, making my way into the hallway, the quietness like a breath of fresh air. The music fades behind me as I pass JT’s bike and head straight into Jax’s dorm. I slam the door shut - harder than I meant to, but fuck it - the smell of him hits me immediately and it only makes me even more pissed. I’m unsteady on my feet now, the drunk me here to stay. My hands sweep across the top of his drawers in one swift motion, sending everything scattered on top crashing to the floor. The sound of it all hitting the worn carpet, and breaking the lonely silence forcing a laugh out of me.
“The fuck are you doing!” His voice hits the room before he’s even stepped fully inside.
I don’t turn straight away, I stand in the same spot with my back to the door, eyes scanning over the mess I’ve made of his things, my chest still tight with rage. Then, to make matters worse, I hear her fucking voice. That high pitched whiny fucking voice.
“Whys she done that Jax?”
I finally turn to see him standing in the doorway, blocking most of it with his broad shoulders and eyes displaying pure fucking thunder. And behind him, like a lost fucking puppy, stands Ima. She opens her mouth again, fixing to say some more dumb shit but I don’t even give her the chance.
I lunge forward, raising my hand in the air, his hands shoot out clamping around my waist attempting to move me out of arms way. “y/n don’t-” too fucking late.
My hand meets her face nice and sharp. Jax shoves me back hard enough that I stumble straight onto the bed behind me, and at the same time he’s already turning back to Ima. She has one hand against my handprint and the other outstretched towards Jax, as if he's her saving grace. Like I knew he would, he shoves her hand away, pushing her back into the hallway and slamming the door shut in her face. And I’m sure I hear the lock catch.
“Why’d you always do this?” I demand, pushing myself upright on the bed.
He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even look at me. Instead, he crouches down silently, beginning to gather all of his things I'd thrown across the room. One by one he places them all back where they belong, acting as if I’m not even there.
“I’m talking to you”
Him ignoring me, feels like pouring petrol onto an open fucking fire. I know I probably look like a complete bitch right now, and maybe I am. But I swear to god there isn’t another person on this planet that gets under my skin as much as Jax Teller does. He makes me fucking insane.
I reach back, grabbing the nearest pillow and launch it at him. It knocks straight into the side of his head before dropping to the floor. He freezes. Then his shoulders rise slowly as he takes in the deepest of breaths. Fuck. There goes that twitchy jaw again, I follow his movements as he bends picking the pillow up and places it back on the bed with so much fucking restraint, which pisses me off so much fucking more. Then I watch as he trails around, removing his blade, his gun, then throwing his kutte onto the lone chair in the corner of the room. I push myself off the bed, slamming each hand down beside me “I fucking ha-”
“YOU HATE ME?” he finally cracks. “YOU HATE ME SO MUCH YOU COULDN’T STAND TO SEE SOMEONE ELSE NEXT TO ME AND HAD TO COME IN HERE AND FUCK UP MY SHIT?” He’s already got me pushed up against the back of the door, calloused hands framing my face.
“Fuck you” my lips barely move around the words.
“Fuck me?” He laughs like a maniac, letting go of my face and taking a step back. “Yeah that’s what you fuckin’ want isn’t it?” He punches an inch away from my face, splitting the faded poster of some random porn whore in two.
“You’re so full of shit Jackson” I scoff, peeling myself away from the door, my eyes rolling at the smear of blood he’s left behind.
“Yeah?” He lets out a laugh so bitter. “And you’re usually full of me right about now, but you’re actin’ brand new cause you got another man…again” he shakes his head like he’s disappointed in me. “Didn’t stop you needin’ me before though, did it?”
“I never needed anything from you” I spit, shoving him in his chest, the VP patch rough against my palm.
He storms straight at me with enough force that I stumble back a little but I plant my feet firm before he can knock me any further. “I almost believed you y/n…” the tip of his nose now touching mine. “…almost” he sighs, gathering himself to his usual height. “But it’s what we do right? Fuck and then run away from each other…you’re angry for a reason can’t you fuckin’ see that?”
My fists are clenched, nails denting little crescents into my flesh. “And what reason do you think that is you prick?”
His eyes move over my entire being so fucking slow. “Lover boy ain’t doin’ it right?” He taunts, that cruel fucking smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You missin’ somethin’ real?” He grabs himself through the denim, daring me to deny it. I almost moan at the sight of his cock becoming hard underneath the fabric. “So what, we gonna do this for the rest of our lives huh, sneakin’ and duckin’...fuckin’ on the low?”
“I-” he moves in closer again, stopping the words in my throat. He runs a bloodied hand across my cheek, marking me with his DNA.
“Why don’t you take what you want from me…take what you need from me” a faint tremor of his chin betrays him. “Take what you want… and go”
I give it to him, he’s fucking good. But I know him well, too fucking well. Him telling me to “go” is a load of bullshit, but if he wants to play that game…again, then fuck it I’m bout to join in.
I push at him, and this time the back of his knees buckle against the bed until he’s lying flat on his back, the mattress moulds to the shape of my knees as I climb over him like I’ve done a thousand times after saying I never would again. He grabs my face hard between his thumb and finger, pulling me down forcing my lips against his. Fuck, I’ve missed him. “I knew you couldn’t resist” he mumbles between our lips as I cherish the scent of his breath.
I break away, sitting up and hovering a lil above him as I begin to fumble with his belt buckle. “Always hated this fucking thing” I snap with frustration.
Jax hoists his hips up in response, knocking me off balance and dragging every piece of clothing he has off, waiting for me to do the same. When I do, he rolls on top of me, the weight of him presses me deep into the mattress, both of his hands pin mine above my head as he leaves wet, open mouthed kisses against my neck, the tip of his cock solid hard against my inner thigh.
“Fuck” I breathe, using my teeth to clamp my mouth shut again, not wanting to give him the fucking satisfaction of knowing how good he always makes me feel.
“What was that, huh baby?” He teases, cock twitching against my hole, silently asking for permission. He knows he doesn’t need it, he never fucking does.
“Shut the fuck up before I change my fucking…” my words dissolve into a moan as he thrusts every inch he has to give into me, stealing the rest of my sentence. My hands fly to his biceps, holding on tightly as I take pleasure in watching his face contort with euphoria.
“F…fuck baby” he moans, holding himself up on his palms, the chain around his neck dangling between us, hypnotising the fuck out of me. He lets out a shaky breath before our eyes meet again, “you were really gonna keep all this from me?”
“This is…the last…fucking time, Jackson” I pant, arching my hips off the bed as he hits that exact spot I fucking need him to. That dull ache, flickering in the pit of my stomach like an old lightbulb coming back to life, threatening to give out but flaring back again at the last second. And he knows all about that spot, he’s the only fucker who ever has. He moves himself to his forearms, angling himself until he lands just right again, and again, and again.
He keeps fucking into me like it’s the last fucking time. Maybe he thinks it will be, maybe it actually will be, but none of that matters, not right now, not in this moment.
He drags me up and towards him as we switch positions, the bed creaking beneath us. My body moves in perfect time with his, this dance we’ve done a hundred times before. Then I’m above him, sliding down gracefully onto his cock, like a queen to a throne.
He pulls me forward, locking one arm against my ass and his other grabbing at the back of my neck, dragging me in so close to his face he could probably inhale me if he tried. “When are you gonna get it through that…” his voice deepens, as he drives into me, punctuating each syllable. “Thick…” thrust. "Fucking..." thrust. “Skull…” thrust. “Of…” thrust. “Yours…” thrust. “…that nobody will ever fuck you like I do”
He lets go of me, and I rush to rise above him again. The slap that lands across his sweat glistened cheek is brutal, and I’m fucking proud if I must admit. His head snaps to the side, his perfect blonde locks spilling with the force of it, he exhales deeply through his teeth, eyebrows raising in surprise. Blood begins leaking from the corners of his mouth but he drags that talented tongue along slowly, tasting the aftermath.
“I was waitin’ for this part sweetheart” that sickly sweet grin creeps back into his face, teeth stained all red and eyes shimmering with delight, like I’ve given him exactly what he wanted. He pulls his hand back and lands the hottest slap against my ass before throwing me off him and forcing my face into the mattress, pushing my lower back down so I’m arched in his most favourite way, and slides in all the way home.
The moans I’m letting out need their own exorcism, fuck knows what the other guys are thinking if they can hear me. Shit, my brother. My arms stretch out in front of me, fingers digging into the linen sheets. One thing about Jax though, he doesn’t like to play fair. Not at all, he catches my arms, pinning them behind me with one hand, while he leans over me, the other smushing the back of my head deeper into the mattress. I’m fucking helpless, I can’t move and my screams are being swallowed, but it’s just how I like it. How we both like it.
His grip relaxes against the back of my head, before slowly wandering the length of my spine with his rough to the touch fingertips, tracing every dip and curve of my back as he presses his weight into me once more, reaching beneath me to manoeuvre his fingers through my folds with all the slickness he’s helped to create. “Fuck y/n” he grunts the words, “always so fuckin’ wet for me baby, you know that’s how I like it don’t you?”
“Yea-”
“Did I say you could talk yet baby girl?” He splays two fingers wide then clamps them both around my clit. “Matter of fact, I must not be fuckin’ you hard enough if you can still talk” I wince in pleasurable pain.
“You came here for your brother…” his hands trail lower, fingers ghosting against his own dick as he slides in and out of me. “But did you really think you’d leave here tonight without coming for me?”
I rise from my arched position, Jax still throbbing inside me as he holds me for balance. “Please…” I grind impatiently against him, I don’t care how pathetic I sound right now. “…make me cum Jackson… please” my breath catches in my throat as I struggle to keep still under his grasp.
I feel his wicked smile grow against the skin of my neck, as he kneads my tits, the flesh spilling out of his hands. “You still on the pill?” he rumbles, I just about manage an incoherent yes.
“Good.” He grunts, “cause if this is the last time…which I doubt it is, I’m fillin’ you up so god damn much you’ll be leakin’ me for weeks”
This was soooo good!! Jax was being an absolute shithead with that whole Ima moment, goading Reader from across the room. Like fuck what a dick! They're so toxic just fighting and fucking instead of talking, and I love how it's Jax that tries to get her to address her feelings 😂
His eyes move over my entire being so fucking slow. “Lover boy ain’t doin’ it right?” He taunts, that cruel fucking smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You missin’ somethin’ real?” He grabs himself through the denim, daring me to deny it. I almost moan at the sight of his cock becoming hard underneath the fabric. “So what, we gonna do this for the rest of our lives huh, sneakin’ and duckin’...fuckin’ on the low?”
I could literally picture all of this as I was reading, including the dick grab as he was taunting her. It is so so Jax and ugh I wanted to kick him through my phone for being such an ass!! But also like, yeah dude, no one else is fucking like you, don't make her say it aloud 😫
“You came here for your brother…” his hands trail lower, fingers ghosting against his own dick as he slides in and out of me. “But did you really think you’d leave here tonight without coming for me?”
Pairing: teenage!Jax Teller x teenage!Reader
Warnings/tags: angst, infidelity, relationship breakup, mentions of abuse/alcoholism, no happy ending (*may eventually turn into the prologue/prequel to a future enemies to lovers/second chance series*)
Living with an alcoholic, abusive father, you'd never quite known love. But when you met Jax at sixteen, your whole world shifted. Despite all the warnings Charming tried to preach about the club, you finally found safety and a home among the Sons. Until after graduation when Jax had finally patched into SAMCRO, then you were hit with a harsh realization–you were always going to lose it all.
Soooo...this might have two parts in the end... I'm thinking about breaking it up because there's a handful of scenes that I want to flesh out, especially since it'll probably become a prequel fic to an actual series. The first part is nearly done 🙃
Pairing: teenage!Jax Teller x teenage!Reader
Warnings/tags: angst, infidelity, relationship breakup, mentions of abuse/alcoholism, no happy ending (*may eventually turn into the prologue/prequel to a future enemies to lovers/second chance series*)
Living with an alcoholic, abusive father, you'd never quite known love. But when you met Jax at sixteen, your whole world shifted. Despite all the warnings Charming tried to preach about the club, you finally found safety and a home among the Sons. Until after graduation when Jax had finally patched into SAMCRO, then you were hit with a harsh realization–you were always going to lose it all.
Ahhh, anon!! This makes me happy to hear! I don't often hear much about All That I Can Give, and I assume it's because most readers don't want to imagine themselves as an ex-prostitue, but I really love the dynamic between Jax and Reader. She's inspired by Winsome, because I loved Jax with her 🫠 Someday I will give that fic more chapters and an updated banner (it bothers me for some reason 😫), but I am trying to finish some of the other fics I've got going on for Jax first. I haven't forgotten about them, though! I love that she thinks his acts of kindness are transactional, and I love Jax needing to navigate around that because he does like her.
Pairing: teenage!Jax Teller x teenage!Reader
Warnings/tags: angst, infidelity, relationship breakup, mentions of abuse/alcoholism, no happy ending (*may eventually turn into the prologue/prequel to a future enemies to lovers/second chance series*)
Living with an alcoholic, abusive father, you'd never quite known love. But when you met Jax at sixteen, your whole world shifted. Despite all the warnings Charming tried to preach about the club, you finally found safety and a home among the Sons. Until after graduation when Jax had finally patched into SAMCRO, then you were hit with a harsh realization–you were always going to lose it all.
Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax
Jax met you at a bar out near Fresno, California while on a run with the club. Unable to deny the instant attraction, you brought him back to your place for a few hours of the best sex of your life. Almost two months later, you realized you were pregnant with his kid and no way to contact him. Due to your hospital's budget cuts, you end up taking a job at St. Thomas Hospital, bringing both Emilia and yourself to Charming five years later, entirely unaware that the local MC is the one your daughter's father runs–and that out of the hundreds, you were the one he never forgot.
Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]
Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax
a/n: The chapter I've kept y'all waiting for is finally here! Feedback (reblogs/comments/likes) is always appreciated!
Bright laughter and the soft chatter of birds perched in the towering trees blended serenely together in the warm afternoon. You sat partially covered in shade on a park bench, the leaves of the nearby tree rustling in a gentle breeze as you stretched your legs out along the sidewalk which spanned the perimeter of the playground. But as you shifted against the wood, crossing one ankle over the other, your index finger tapped a nervous rhythm against the iced coffee in your hand.
Fortunately, Emilia was completely unaware of your growing anxiety, too busy playing on the playground with the other children to have noticed your unusual mood today. Your foot absently bounced as you watched her, nerves shooting through you in anticipation of the upcoming introduction between her and Jax. Your stomach gave another uncomfortable swoop at the thought of them finally meeting after all these years.
Bringing the coffee cup slick with condensation to your lips, you sipped on it while the mid-day sun bathed your bare legs in its warmth. But the caffeine failed to ease the nauseating twist of your insides, and your foot bounced a little faster, moving in tandem with the elevated beat of your heart. Across the park, Emilia ducked around a slide and crouched down behind it, a wide smile drawn over her face. She was completely oblivious to the significance of coming here today, looking as carefree as you wished you could feel.
Her giggle drifted towards you as a few of the other little kids began hiding in various spots around the playground while one little boy wandered in search of them. The corner of your lips curved at the comical sight of them attempting to play a game of hide-and-seek when they didn't quite grasp the concept of keeping quiet and staying hidden. You spotted a few kids peeking their heads out of their hiding places before laughing loudly and ducking back into their spot.
As a few more minutes gradually passed, you slid your phone out of your pocket just enough to check the time on the screen.You still had yet to hear anything from Jax. You’d checked your phone every few minutes ever since you'd finished your shift at St. Thomas and headed to the park, but he hadn’t called or sent a single text. He hadn’t even responded to the one you’d sent him when you’d swung by the little cafe downtown to grab yourself a coffee. There was still no sign of him anywhere, no proof that he even remembered agreeing to this meeting.
Teeth anxiously sinking into your bottom lip, you chewed nervously on it as your foot bounced a little faster atop the other one. Had Jax talked himself out of coming to meet her in the end? Had he gotten cold feet about actually wanting to be in his daughter’s life, letting his fears get the better of him? He hadn't contacted you at all today, hadn't acknowledged that text you’d sent a bit ago telling him that you would be at the park soon. Considering how he'd initially reacted to the news about Em when you’d told him he had a daughter, the idea of him bailing at the last minute on you both didn’t seem completely out of the realm of possibility.
Slipping your phone back into your pocket with a defeated sigh, you focused back on the playground. Em was peering around the slide now, searching for the little boy who was still looking for everyone playing their game of hide-and-seek. Eyes wandering around the park, you observed the other moms stationed along the handful of benches and picnic tables. Most of them were either looking at their phones or reading a book, occasionally glancing up long enough to locate their kid before going back to what they were doing.
Bringing your iced coffee back to your lips, you took another long drink as you tried to calm the nervous bouncing of your foot, forcing it to remain still as your toes curled inside your shoes in protest. This was exactly why you hadn’t told Em that you'd planned to meet anyone here today, because you didn't want her to be disappointed if Jax didn't come. Even if she would’ve had no idea who was really coming to see you, you hadn’t wanted to give Jax the opportunity to let her down.
But you could feel your heart steadily wilting inside of your chest at his glaring absence. How long were you supposed to wait for him before you finally gave up and accepted the fact that he'd changed his mind? You'd arrived here twenty minutes ago, eventually you’d need to get Em back home so that you could make dinner before starting the typical bath and bedtime routine. You couldn't stay here all afternoon hoping he would eventually show.
Lowering your iced coffee to your lap, the condensation along the bottom of the plastic cup dampened the top of your thigh. Maybe it was foolish that you’d ever gotten your hopes up in the first place believing that Jax would’ve wanted to be in Em's life. But he'd seemed so genuinely interested in learning about her yesterday morning at the diner, and he’d sounded so earnest to meet her, that you were certain he’d already be here waiting for the both of you when you’d arrived. Or at the very least, that he’d acknowledge your text and let you know that he was on his way to the park.
You supposed it was quite likely that he’d changed his mind, and maybe that meant it would always just be you and Em. You thought you'd accepted that reality years ago, but having fate unexpectedly throw Jax back into your lives had felt significant. You hoped it meant that things were meant to change, hoped that it meant Emilia would finally get to know her father and that you wouldn’t be so alone in parenting her. But maybe it was ridiculous to have been so hopeful when you should’ve just known that meeting him again was merely an odd coincidence instead of something as profound as fate.
With your faith in Jax steadily dwindling, you spiraled deeper into the disappointing loop of thoughts plaguing your mind until the distant rumble of an approaching motorcycle tore through the peaceful afternoon. The telltale growl grew louder, making its way towards the little park in downtown Charming. Inhaling a sudden breath, you straightened on the bench as you held it. Just because you’d heard a bike didn’t necessarily mean that it was Jax, even if it sounded like a single motorcycle and not a group of them like you'd grown accustomed to hearing around town.
Every one of the other moms at the park visibly stiffened where they sat, their heads darting up almost simultaneously. The noise of a bike drawing so near had caught their attention like a neon sign flashing a warning over the playground. Each of them had grown tense, their eyes finding their children on the playground and watching them with far more caution than they'd been doing a minute ago. With how the majority of Charming reacted towards the Sons, and now after witnessing the other moms’ very curious reactions, you’d begun to wonder who exactly Emilia’s father actually was–though that would take longer than one afternoon to unpack.
When the motorcycle finally pulled up next to the park, you turned your head over your shoulder. You recognized the leather kutte before catching sight of the blonde hair peeking out from beneath the man's helmet. Relief washed over you in waves, and you finally exhaled the breath you'd been holding, the fear of Jax not showing draining straight from your body. The smallest smile slipped onto your face, grateful that he'd turned up after all and that he hadn’t left you hanging.
Jax slowly rolled his bike to a stop beside the curb before throwing the kickstand down and cutting the engine. An eerie silence temporarily swallowed the entire park as the roar of his motorcycle quieted, leaving you far too aware of the sound of your blood rushing through your veins. Even the birds briefly grew still as if sensing something dangerous, their chatter temporarily ceasing in the trees. But the moment passed quickly, and the sounds of kids playing and laughing soon resumed.
Jax undid the buckle of his helmet, removing it and hanging it over the handlebar of his bike. Both of his hands took their time running through his hair afterwards, his fingers smoothing the pieces that’d fallen out of place during his ride, putting them back where they belonged. He easily swung his leg over his bike afterwards, his golden hair catching the sunlight as he dismounted his Harley.
You were so distracted with his arrival, mesmerized by the little gestures of him putting himself back together, that you hadn’t realized you'd been staring. You also hadn't noticed that you were no longer alone on the bench, unaware that Em had suddenly hopped up onto it beside you until her small voice caused you to jump. Your grip instinctively tightened around the plastic coffee cup in your hand, squeezing it so hard that a bit of coffee splashed up onto the lid.
“Mama, look!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at where you were already looking. “It's a Harley!”
“Yeah, bunny,” you agreed, trying to calm the racing of your heart from both of their sudden appearances. Watching Jax had surprisingly caused your pulse to quicken for more reasons than just nerves. “It is a Harley.”
Tearing your eyes away from Jax as he stepped around the front of his bike, you glanced down to see Emilia kneeling backwards on the bench. Both of her hands were holding onto the backrest as she bounced excitedly on her knees, her eyes lingering on the man that she had no idea was actually her father.
“Can I go see it?” she asked. Her head darted swiftly towards you before she fixed you with her pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please? Please?”
The corner of your lip twitched at her excitement, the sight of it somewhat calming the nerves that had been eating away at you all day today. Jax was here now, and Em would no doubt find a way to break the ice with him, especially if she got to talk about his bike. It seemed like the perfect way to let them get to know each other, even if Jax had absolutely no idea what he was in for with her enthusiasm for motorcycles.
“Well, maybe,” you answered carefully. “But only because he's uh–”
Breaking off, your mouth hung open as you tried to figure out how to address this situation with her. You’d not told her that you were meeting anyone at the park today solely because you didn’t want her disappointed if Jax did bail on the initial plans. And you’d already agreed with Jax yesterday morning that he wouldn’t be ‘dad’ to her just yet, but that he’d initially be introduced to her as one of your friends. Now you needed to figure out how to navigate that part with her.
“He uh, he's actually someone that I wanted you to meet today,” you awkwardly finished.
Her little brows furrowed adorably together in confusion at the strained smile that had spread over your face. Tipping her head to the side, she stared up at you like she was trying hard to understand what you meant, because Jax wasn’t arriving with a kid for a playdate. Her confusion made sense considering you'd never introduced her to a man before. Not like this. Usually meeting someone at the park meant another mom and someone for her to play with, or sometimes back in Fresno you invited a friend who would hang out with you while she played on the playground. So this was…different.
“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked.
A nervous laugh fell out of you before you quickly shook your head at the question. Of course she would think that, it was the most logical leap for her to make, but you didn't want that idea planting itself in her mind. As much as you missed the idea of having someone to rely on instead of always having to be the one relied on, you knew that wasn't possible. Not with Jax, not now. And it wasn't as if you knew him well enough to know whether you'd even want that with him down the road, either.
“No,” you answered her. “He's just a new friend I made while I was working at the hospital. He wanted to come visit with us this afternoon. Is that okay?”
Emilia nodded her head enthusiastically, a toothy grin spreading over her face. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “I like making new friends!”
Turning her attention back to where Jax was sauntering through the grass and towards the park bench where you both sat, Em abruptly stood up on the bench beside you. She raised one hand in the air and started waving wildly at him in greeting, the beaded bracelets on her wrists lightly clacking together as she did.
Looking back over your shoulder, your own gaze found its way back to Jax. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and there was a tiny, lopsided smile sliding onto his face directed at Emilia. Your heart tightened at the sight of it. Despite the nervous edge to him, you could see something else lingering in his gaze as he neared, and it melted the rest of those fears you’d had of him skipping out on you and Em.
“Hey,” you greeted him. “Glad you could make it.”
Jax's gaze shifted to you when you'd spoken, nodding his head back at you in greeting. But his attention returned to your daughter as he gradually came to a stop right behind the bench, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.
“Sorry, busy morning. Got held up a little,” he explained, still smiling down at Em. “But I wasn't gonna miss hangin’ out for a bit.”
Em didn't hesitate to reach her little hand out past the back of the bench where she stood, a warm smile on her face as she looked up at Jax. There wasn’t the slightest hint of intimidation in the friendly way she grinned up at him, even when she was faced with the leather and his tattoos. That seemed to throw Jax off, and his brows creased together as he looked down at her extended hand.
“Hi,” she chirped brightly. “I'm Emilia. You’re mama’s new friend?”
Jax’s eyes flickered briefly over to you, one brow slightly arching onto his forehead in obvious hesitantce. The smile grew on your face as you shrugged a shoulder back at him, the gesture saying ‘I told you she’s outgoing.’ You’d forewarned him that Em lacked a fear of strangers, and now he was about to experience that firsthand.
“Yeah, I am,” Jax answered slowly, switching his attention back down to Emilia. He reached out, his large hand engulfing her smaller one as he shook it gently. “I’m Jax.”
When he released her hand, she immediately peered around him on the bench, craning her neck as her attention fell back on his bike parked beside the curb. Her eyes widened in glee as she leaned over the back of the bench, pointing a finger at the Harley he’d just ridden to the park on.
“Is that yours?” she asked him.
Jax turned his head over his shoulder, following where her little finger was pointing. His mouth curled into a broad smile before his head swiveled back towards her. A glint of pride flickered in his eyes as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She’s mine.”
“Can I see it?”
Emilia’s question came almost before Jax had finished answering, her excitement drawing a low chuckle out of him. Biting your bottom lip, you tried to contain the smile on your face, but your cheeks already ached at the effort. You’d had a feeling that Emilia would be all over his motorcycle the second she spotted it, and you swore you could already feel the countless questions about to bubble up out of her mouth as she waited impatiently for Jax’s answer.
“I suppose that depends,” Jax carefully replied. Glancing back at you, both of his brows faintly rose onto his forehead. “Is that alright with mom?”
An intense surge of warmth unexpectedly tingled its way up your spine at hearing Jax call you ‘mom’ so casually to your shared daughter. The sensation threw you off entirely, your stomach clenching as both of them questioningly watched you and waited for an answer. Emilia was still hopping up and down on the bench in her pink Nikes, her eyes wide as she kept repeating a quiet string of ‘please, please, please, please’ while Jax’s head tipped curiously to the side at your extended pause. Tongue slipping out to wet your dry lips, you forced a smile onto your face as you nodded, clearing your throat.
“Yeah, that’s–that’s fine,” you said, embarrassed by the faint breathlessness to your words. “Just uh, just as long as you don’t let her convince you to take her on a ride.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’,” Jax said, shooting you a wink. “I know better than that.”
Emilia let out an excited squeal that drew Jax’s attention straight to her as she hopped off the bench. You were grateful she’d drawn his eyes away from you, not wanting him to notice the way he’d just flustered you. You’d surprisingly liked hearing him call you ‘mom’ to Emilia far more than you should’ve, and that wink he’d given you wasn’t helping matters. But all those feelings he’d just stirred up inside of you were dangerous. You were only supposed to be friends. The sexual attraction that still lingered between you both needed to be pushed aside for Emilia’s sake.
In true Emilia fashion, your four year old confidently grabbed Jax by the hand and started pulling him over towards his parked motorcycle on the street. The way Jax’s face twisted into something surprised had you laughing softly to yourself, fondly shaking your head at your daughter and how quickly she could take control of a situation. You assumed that was something she’d inherited from Jax.
Bringing your almost finished iced coffee back to your lips, you took a sip and tried to cool the heat creeping up the back of your neck as they headed over to his motorcycle. You caught bits and pieces of her questions as she began her onslaught of them, and you wondered what was running through Jax’s head with each one she shot his way. Especially with the way she was looking up at him with those wide eyes alight with curiosity and enthusiasm, her little hand still dragging him to his motorcycle.
Without warning, tears abruptly sprung forth in your eyes at seeing the pair of them together. You fought hard to blink them back, trying to quell the ambush of emotion before it could fully surface. But there was something about Emilia having absolutely no idea that the man answering all her eager questions was the very same father she’d been curiously asking you about recently, and you’d found yourself struck with some of your own indecipherable feelings watching them.
Sitting silently on the bench with your coffee, you observed both of them from a distance as they talked, trying to keep yourself composed. Jax had crouched down to her height once they’d gotten to his Harley, pointing at various things on his bike, but you were too far to hear what they were saying. Emilia would sometimes light up, animatedly saying something that clearly shocked Jax judging by the expressions he’d make. No doubt she was impressing him with her vast knowledge of motorcycles, a topic that completely baffled the hell out of you.
You watched them for a while bonding over the bike, each minute growing more increasingly aware of that weird pull you always felt around Jax. When you’d first felt it all those years ago, you’d chalked it up to an intense sexual attraction and left it at that. You assumed that was why you’d brought him home with you from the bar back then when that had been an entirely out of character thing for you to do. After you’d run into him again since moving to Charming, you assumed that was why you’d still felt that pull just as strongly as you had that night five years ago. He was undeniably attractive, even more now than back then, and you also knew how satisfying sex with him was after experiencing it firsthand. But seeing the way he was crouched in the grass being so patient with Em’s constant chatter right now–because she could really get going on a topic she liked–you wondered if there was more to it than just desire.
But that was not a topic you could explore further, not even within the safety of your own mind.
When you’d finished with your coffee, you stood up from the bench and walked over towards a nearby garbage bin to toss the cup. It wasn’t until you’d stopped focusing on Jax and Em that you noticed the odd shift at the park. All of the other mothers were no longer distracted by their phones and their books while just occasionally monitoring their children. Instead, they were watching you closely while sending Jax wary, distrustful looks as he showed Emilia his bike, their books and phones forgotten.
Tossing your empty cup into the garbage, a frown creased across your lips at the judgement and scrutiny that you could practically feel from their stares. Clearly, you were missing something when it came to the Sons of Anarchy. You’d heard enough about them in the halls at St. Thomas, especially when Chibs had been staying there after his accident. But while you’d been his nurse for those few days that he’d been recovering from his accident, you’d never felt that he was someone you needed to fear ever hurting you or your daughter. You got the same feeling about Jax. There was a dangerous aura about them, but nothing quite like that.
Maybe you were missing something, or maybe the town was just that distrusting of the outliers that lived here. Either way, he was still Em’s father and you’d intended to give him a chance to be in her life–so long as his presence never invited danger into your and Em’s lives in return. You hoped that his motorcycle club wouldn’t become an issue that eventually stood in the way of his relationship with her, whatever it was they did.
While you were making your way back to the bench, you heard Em loudly calling out to you. Looking over, you found her once more dragging Jax by the hand back through the grass and over towards you, bouncing so excitedly that she was practically skipping. The way his smile reached his eyes had a slightly stupid grin slipping onto your face before you could pull it back into something less embarrassing. Your thoughts quickly switched from his club to that flare of hope burning a little warmer in your chest at the sight of them together, catching just a few facts about his bike that Em rattled off in rapidfire to you as they approached.
“Wow, bunny,” you said, only somewhat catching something about a V-twin engine. “Sounds like you learned a lot.”
“I want a motorcycle!” Em exclaimed, dragging Jax towards you. “Just like that one!”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, having already heard this demand far too many times since you’d moved to Charming. “You’re too young, bunny. And you should learn to ride an actual bicycle first,” you told her. “That’s a little more important.”
“Can’t blame you for wantin’ one, sweetheart,” Jax said. They slowed to a stop when they reached you, and you caught the playful wink Jax sent her. “I wanted my own since I was your age. But like your mama said, I couldn’t get one ‘til I was older. You still got a few years to go.”
Your heart unexpectedly gave a jolt at hearing him call her ‘sweetheart’ so casually, noticing the way it made her smile grow brighter. When Em’s head whipped back in your direction, she was practically beaming. That was all the proof you needed to know that Jax had somehow just become her new favorite person in all of Charming. Before you could ask if Jax wanted to join you on the bench, Em opened her mouth and was already fixing you with another set of puppy dog eyes.
“Can he come to princess night?” she asked. “Please?”
Her request caught you so off guard that your mouth fell open and you floundered for an answer. Princess night generally consisted of Em dressing up in an over the top sparkly dress and picking out a Disney movie to watch while eating some unhealthy meal that you didn’t usually have to cook. And that was typically followed up with nail painting and doing each other’s hair. Somehow you highly doubted that the biker president would want to listen to Elsa belting out “Let It Go" while getting his fingernails painted a sparkly periwinkle.
“Oh, well,” you began, your eyes darting between a hopeful Emilia and a now confused Jax, “I–I imagine Jax has things going on tomorrow night, bunny. That’s sort of last minute and I’m sure he’s not available. Plus that’s probably not something he’d really want to–”
“I’m not busy tomorrow night, darlin’,” Jax said, cutting you off. When he caught the way your mouth snapped shut and your stare met his, he abruptly added, “Assumin’ it’s cool with you. I don’t wanna intrude or nothin’.”
The second Emilia let out a shrill squeal of excitement, you already knew there was no way you could turn Jax away. If she wanted him there that badly, and Jax was insisting on being available instead of taking the out you were offering, then you supposed you had a third princess for princess night in the shape of a tall, blonde biker.
“Alright,” you relented, weakly shrugging your shoulders. “Suppose if he wants to come, he can come.”
Emilia hopped up and down excitedly as she spun towards Jax, still tightly clutching his hand in both of hers. To your surprise, he didn’t look remotely terrified of the unrestrained exuberance of the four year old girl currently attached to his hand.
“It’ll be so fun!” she told him, the words spilling out of her in a rush. “We always watch movies and eat lots of food and we–”
She didn’t have a chance to finish listing off her plans for princess night because a few of the kids at the playground began calling her name, waving her over to join them for a game of tag. Considering she still had the attention span of the average child, she released Jax’s hand and bolted across the playground to go join the others for the game that was beginning with an abrupt goodbye, leaving you alone with Jax and quickly ending that discussion.
“How do you keep up with her?” Jax questioned, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction Em had bolted in. “Or is she not always like that?”
You grinned, leading the pair of you back over to the bench. “That’s generally how she is unless she’s having a bad day,” you told him. “She’s much calmer if she’s tired or sad. But my only defense is lots and lots of coffee. Or bringing her to the park so that other kids can wear her out, because I certainly can’t.”
Jax settled down onto the bench beside you, intentionally leaving a good bit of distance between you both. You became acutely aware of him, watching him slouch back against the backrest, his thighs spreading open wide as he slung an arm over the back of the bench, his hand less than a foot from your shoulder. The urge to scoot closer to his side struck you like an irritating itch, but you promptly ignored it.
“So how’re you handling things so far?” you asked him. “Still freaking out about the whole dad thing, or…?”
His attention was fixed straight ahead, a small grin playing at his lips as he watched Emilia on the playground. “A little,” he admitted. “But somehow it feels a little less terrifyin’ after meeting her. She’s just so…” He shot you a sidelong look as he trailed off, that lopsided grin on his face making your heart thud. “She knows so much ‘bout Harleys. I swear she knows more about ‘em than some of the guys workin’ at the garage. How the hell is she so damn smart?”
You pulled a face, shaking your head. “Not a clue,” you answered truthfully. “When it comes to something she’s interested in, she absorbs everything she can like a sponge. I’ve read her countless books about motorcycles that we’ve gotten at the library, but I can’t even retain half of that stuff. Somehow she always tries to make sense of it. It never ceases to impress me, either.”
Jax hummed thoughtfully, his gaze following Emilia as she darted around the swings trying to escape the little girl who was currently ‘it’ in their game of tag. You glanced over, noticing that Jax’s knee had inched closer to your thigh. You wondered if he was as aware of his proximity as you were.
“Gonna guess she got the brains from you,” he mused quietly.
Your gaze slowly trailed away from his knee, traveling up his body in that relaxed posture he’d settled along the bench with until it landed on his face. His attention shifted from Emilia over on the playground to you, his stare meeting yours with a quiet intensity. The lopsided smile faded into something softer, and you felt your skin prickling and your stomach doing odd little flutters the longer he held your eyes captive.
Because there it was again, that odd pull towards him. The air between you two felt heated and thick with something that didn’t generally linger between just any two people. As the silence stretched on between you both, you found yourself forgetting whatever he’d just said, too busy getting lost in the ocean of his eyes which seemed to change colors in the sunlight.
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring until he cut the moment short, finally looking away and focusing back on the playground. Swallowing thickly, you tried to ignore the heat burning up through your cheeks as you found Emilia hurtling herself down a slide with a shriek of laughter. It appeared as if she was the one trying to do the tagging now, and you attempted to distract yourself with that instead of the odd way your body was responding to Jax.
“So what the hell is princess night anyway?” Jax asked, breaking the tension.
Despite the strange moment that had just transpired between you both, a laugh bubbled up out of you. He’d agreed to come to something without having the slightest clue what he’d agreed to, and you couldn’t wait to see how that would pan out for him in the end.
“It’s a night that I started with her almost a year ago,” you explained. “It was just meant to make one night a week easier on me because it’s fast food or an easy dinner, so I don’t really have to cook, but I thought it’d be more fun if we watched Disney movies and painted our nails. So over time it became a whole thing.”
“Okay, well I ain’t doin’ that when I come over,” he stated with a shake of his head.
An amused snort met his firm refusal. “Yeah, okay,” you sarcastically replied. “Good luck convincing Em of that. I’ve got a feeling she’s going to want to stick bows in your hair, Rapunzel.”
Jax rolled his eyes, a grin stretching over his lips as he watched Em running around the playground. “Ain’t happenin’,” he repeated. “I ain’t that kinda guy. I don’t do bows, not even for little girls.”
Giving him a sideways glance, you took in the wide grin on his face and the way his eyes were tracking Em across the playground. He was watching her with the same spark of wonder and intrigue that you always saw play across Em’s face when she spotted a group of motorcycles riding down the road. A low hum vibrated in the back of your throat, not entirely as convinced about that as he sounded.
“Guess we’ll see tomorrow night,” you said. Biting your lip, you felt a grin tugging at your lips before you blurted out a teasing, “Rapunzel.”
His blue eyes shot away from Em, landing on you at the playful jab. His brows rose up onto his forehead, his lips curving into something cheeky that had your stomach doing some dangerous somersaults. It hit you hard in that moment–seeing him as just Emilia’s father might prove more difficult than you’d initially thought.
Thank you so much!! 🥹🤍 And YES!! He finally got to meet her, even if it wasn't as her dad just yet!! And now he's roped himself into a princess night already 🤣
He learns your routines without making a big deal out of them. If you always drink from the same mug, sit in the same spot, or follow the same morning schedule, he quietly protects those little rituals because he knows they help you start the day feeling grounded.
Crowded club events can be overwhelming, so Jax automatically checks in with you throughout the night. A small touch to your shoulder or a glance across the room becomes your silent communication system.
When people mistake your direct communication style for rudeness, he's the first person to shut that down. He never asks you to be "less autistic" to make other people comfortable.
If you're nonverbal during periods of stress or overload, he adapts quickly. Text messages, written notes, hand signals—whatever helps you communicate, he'll use without hesitation.
He memorizes your sensory triggers. Certain sounds, fabrics, smells, or environments become things he actively helps you avoid whenever possible.
Long motorcycle rides become one of your favorite shared activities because there's no pressure to constantly talk. Just existing together is enough.
He gets protective when people infantilize you. You are his partner, not someone who needs to be spoken over or treated like a child.
If you have a special interest, he genuinely listens. Even if he knows nothing about the topic, he'll sit through enthusiastic information dumps because seeing you happy makes him happy.
He notices the early signs of overstimulation before most people do. Tight shoulders, shorter responses, avoiding eye contact—he learns your tells and helps you leave situations before they become unbearable.
During arguments, he appreciates your honesty. While others might dance around issues, he knows you'll tell him exactly what's wrong, even if the truth isn't always easy to hear.
He keeps comfort items around without mentioning it. Your favorite snacks, headphones, blankets, or fidget objects somehow always seem to be nearby.
When club life gets chaotic, he becomes intentional about giving you predictable time together because he knows stability matters to you.
He loves the fact that you never play mind games. With so much manipulation and secrecy surrounding his life, your straightforwardness feels like a breath of fresh air.
𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Opie is naturally patient, so he never rushes you when you're processing information or trying to find the right words.
Quiet companionship becomes the foundation of your relationship. You can spend hours doing separate activities in the same room and still feel completely connected.
If social gatherings drain you, he's more than happy to leave early with you. He honestly prefers smaller, quieter environments himself.
He learns your comfort foods and keeps them stocked because he understands that familiar meals can be incredibly important.
When you're overwhelmed, he doesn't bombard you with questions. He sits beside you, offers support, and waits until you're ready to communicate.
He never judges stimming behaviors. Whether you're fidgeting, pacing, rocking, or playing with objects, he treats it as completely normal.
If someone mocks or questions your autistic traits, Opie's stare alone is usually enough to make them regret it.
He remembers details about your interests and surprises you with thoughtful gifts connected to them.
His deep voice becomes one of your favorite grounding tools. Listening to him talk can help calm you during stressful moments.
He values predictability too, so the two of you naturally build routines together without either of you feeling restricted by them.
He learns that physical affection isn't always one-size-fits-all. Some days you want cuddles; other days certain types of touch might feel overwhelming. He respects both equally.
When you need recovery time after difficult social situations, he protects that time fiercely from interruptions.
He admires the way you experience the world. Rather than seeing your autism as something to "fix," he genuinely loves the unique perspective you bring into his life.
𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Happy notices far more than people realize. He picks up on subtle changes in your mood, energy, and body language long before anyone else does.
He becomes unexpectedly accommodating of your sensory needs. If a place is too loud or uncomfortable, he'll simply steer you somewhere else without drawing attention to it.
Because he isn't a huge talker, he never pressures you into constant conversation. Silence between you feels comfortable, not awkward.
If you're having a shutdown, he sits nearby like a guard dog, making sure nobody disturbs you while you recover.
He memorizes your preferences with frightening accuracy. Favorite foods, safe clothing textures, preferred routes—nothing escapes him.
His affection often appears through actions rather than words. Fixing things, bringing you coffee, adjusting an environment to make it more comfortable for you.
If somebody deliberately triggers or mocks you, they immediately find themselves on Happy's bad side.
He appreciates direct communication because it eliminates guessing games. If you tell him exactly what you need, he'll make it happen.
He learns the difference between an autistic meltdown and ordinary anger, which prevents a lot of misunderstandings.
His presence feels grounding during overwhelming situations. Knowing he's there makes difficult environments easier to navigate.
He secretly enjoys listening to you talk about your special interests, especially when your face lights up with excitement.
When plans suddenly change, he understands why that can be stressful and gives you time to adjust instead of expecting instant flexibility.
Despite his intimidating reputation, you're one of the very few people who regularly see his gentler side, especially when he's helping you through difficult sensory or emotional moments.
𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Chibs becomes an expert at reading your comfort levels. He can often tell whether you're enjoying a social interaction or simply enduring it.
He has endless patience when you're explaining boundaries, needs, or accommodations that help you function more comfortably.
His voice is incredibly soothing, especially when you're anxious or overstimulated.
He acts as a buffer during large gatherings, smoothly redirecting conversations when people become intrusive or insensitive.
If you struggle with unexpected changes, he tries to give you advance notice whenever possible.
Chibs loves learning about the systems and patterns you notice in everyday life because they're often things other people completely miss.
He never forces eye contact. He understands that listening and looking aren't always connected.
During difficult days, he'll wrap you in a blanket, make tea, and stay close without demanding interaction.
He quickly learns which environments help you recharge and makes an effort to spend time with you in those spaces.
When misunderstandings happen, he approaches them calmly rather than assuming bad intentions.
He finds your honesty refreshing and often trusts your observations more than other people's.
If you're masking heavily around others, he's usually the first person to notice how exhausted you are afterward.
He makes you feel accepted exactly as you are, creating a relationship where you rarely feel pressured to hide autistic traits.
𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Tig is surprisingly attentive to your emotional and sensory needs once he understands them.
At first he might ask a million questions because he's genuinely curious and wants to understand your experiences better.
He learns which jokes you'll enjoy and which types of teasing might accidentally upset or overwhelm you.
When you're overstimulated, he immediately shifts from chaotic energy to protective boyfriend mode.
He becomes very defensive of you when people make assumptions about autism.
If physical affection helps regulate you, Tig is absolutely happy to provide endless cuddles, hand-holding, or hugs.
He starts carrying little emergency supplies for you—snacks, water, earbuds, or anything else that helps when you're stressed.
Your direct communication style actually helps him because he often overthinks social situations and appreciates knowing exactly where he stands.
He loves hearing you passionately discuss special interests because your enthusiasm is contagious.
If you're struggling in a crowded room, he'll invent excuses to get you both outside for a break.
He pays close attention to your comfort level with touch and never takes it personally if certain days require more space.
He becomes weirdly proud of learning autism-related terminology and understanding your needs better than most people around you.
Beneath all his eccentricity, Tig wants you to feel safe, understood, and loved, and he puts genuine effort into making that happen every day.
𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Juice researches autism on his own because he wants to understand your experiences as accurately as possible.
He gets excited when you share your interests and often ends up learning huge amounts of information from you.
Since he can be anxious himself, he's incredibly empathetic when you're overwhelmed or stressed.
The two of you often communicate through texts or memes even when you're sitting in the same room.
He notices when you're masking and gently reminds you that you don't have to perform normalcy around him.
If sensory overload hits unexpectedly, he's quick to help you find a quieter environment.
He remembers every accommodation you've ever mentioned and treats them as important rather than optional.
When you struggle to explain a feeling, he patiently works through it with you instead of becoming frustrated.
He celebrates your successes, including things other people might overlook, because he understands how much effort certain situations can require.
If routines are important to you, he tries his best not to disrupt them unnecessarily.
He enjoys parallel play—gaming, reading, working on projects, or watching videos together while each focusing on separate activities.
He becomes one of your biggest advocates, correcting misinformation about autism whenever he hears it.
More than anything, Juice wants your relationship to be a place where you can completely unmask, relax, and know you're loved without needing to change who you are.
Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.3k [Jax Fic Masterlist] [Part Two] [Part Three]
Warnings/tags: 18+; humor, sexual content/discussions, wrong number, Jax POV
Summary: After a night of drinking at the clubhouse, Jax's morning is interrupted by the most entertaining wrong number he's ever received.
a/n: I love writing wrong number fics and when this idea hit me, I knew I had to write it for Jax. It's entirely possible I could add more to this one-shot in the future. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!
It was the pounding in Jax’s head that managed to wake him shortly after the sun had risen. Blinking his eyes groggily open, Jax’s hand slipped out from under the sheets, reaching up to run along his forehead in an attempt to soothe the increasing ache behind his eyes as last night gradually came back to him. He'd drank a little recklessly at the clubhouse party last night because Gemma had offered to watch Abel. She’d wanted a sleepover with her grandson, and Jax absolutely wasn’t about to deny himself a kid-free night for once.
Running his hand sluggishly down his face in the quiet stillness of his room, he soon became aware of the warmth of a body in the bed beside him. Turning his head along his pillow, he found the familiar sight of a naked woman passed out, one of her arms draped across his bare stomach beneath the sheets. He studied her face in the early morning light, but not a single flicker of recognition sparked in his mind. He didn't even remember fucking her.
Grabbing her wrist where it rested on his stomach under the sheets, he picked it up and half-heartedly tossed her hand off of himself and back onto the bed. She didn’t stir beside him at the careless movement, not even as Jax pushed himself upright in his bed, the sheets pooling around his waist. Running both of his hands over his face in an attempt to wake up, he grit his teeth at his growing headache.
He needed a fucking smoke.
Pulling the sheets off of himself, he kicked his legs over the side of the bed before standing up with a faint groan. One by one, Jax began retrieving his clothes from where they’d been tossed to the floor the night before, slipping them on until he was fully dressed. After sliding his kutte on over his arms, he picked his phone up from the nightstand beside his bed, sliding it into the front pocket of his jeans before grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter from off it next. Without another look at the girl in his bed, he turned and made his way over to the door of his room at the clubhouse, flipping the lock before pulling it open.
With a hand trying to tame the messy and knotted blonde strands of his hair, Jax trudged his way down the hall and into the main room of the clubhouse, his shoes shuffling softly with each of his steps. It was always comically silent here this early in the morning right after the sun had risen in comparison to how chaotic and crazy shit had been just a few hours earlier.
Carefully stepping around the broken bottles of beer, the naked girls passed out in various positions, and a partially dried spot of vomit that made Jax’s nose wrinkle in disgust, he slowly made his way towards the exit. As he went, he saw Tig passed out beneath two naked girls on the pool table, and across the room, Bobby was face down on a pair of tits on one of the couches. The corner of Jax’s lips quirked upwards at the sight, giving his brothers a slight shake of his head before he pushed open the door and stepped outside to the parking lot.
Immediately Jax squinted at the bright morning sunlight that assaulted his eyes the second he stepped outside. Walking straight towards the row of picnic tables, Jax's feet continued shuffling tiredly along the pavement as he took a deep inhale of the fresh air, letting it fill his lungs. It smelled vastly better out here than inside where it reeked of a stale mixture of sex, alcohol, weed, vomit, and sweat.
Hopping up onto the tabletop of one of the picnic tables, Jax made himself comfortable as he pulled a cigarette out of his pack and slipped it between his lips. He set the pack down on the table beside himself before flicking open his lighter and raising it to the tip of his cigarette. After lighting it and inhaling that first hit of nicotine of the day, his eyes closed in relief, his mind feeling like it was steadily clearing from the fog of booze that had been clouding it all last night.
He knew he needed to pick Abel up from Gemma’s in a little while. Maybe he'd take him out for breakfast at the diner downtown, because Jax sure as shit could use some food after last night. His stomach gave a sharp rumble as he drew his cigarette back to his lips for another satisfying drag as he thought about a massive plate of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausage.
But as he sat there on the picnic table smoking, his thoughts on breakfast were interrupted by the sound and feel of his phone buzzing in his pocket. Pressing his lips around his cigarette, Jax shifted on top of the picnic table, sticking his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and retrieving his phone. He looked down at the screen expecting to see Gemma’s name considering the hour and the fact that everyone else was still passed out in the building behind him, but a frown curled the corners of his mouth downwards when he saw it wasn't a number listed in his contacts.
Who the hell was calling him so goddamn early in the morning? Hardly anyone had this number, just Gemma, Nero, and the guys. An uneasiness settled in his gut as the phone continued to vibrate in his hand, the fear of something already falling apart only as the day had just started hitting Jax hard. With a tired sigh, he answered the call and held the phone to his ear, his eyes falling shut as if to brace himself for something awful.
“Yeah?”
He'd barely gotten the single word out before the sound of a woman's voice barreled right over him, frustration coating her words. Jax’s brows drew abruptly together in further confusion as she went off on him, his body tensing and on the defense before he could even process the words spilling out of her mouth. He assumed some crazy ass bitch from the club had somehow gotten his number and was chewing him out for something, but then his groggy mind caught up and started catching onto her words mid-rant and his eyes snapped back open.
“....never letting you convince me to go home with a guy again, Meg. Fuck, I’m convinced that asshole thinks clits are a damn myth. Like are you fucking kidding me? That was the worst sexual encounter of my entire life. I want my evening back, Meg. Invent me a time machine and fix this shit right goddamn now.”
An incredulous, amused huff fell out of Jax as you finally paused to catch your breath, clearly expecting Meg to respond to the tirade you'd just gone off on. But as Jax was quickly realizing, you must’ve gotten the wrong damn number. You’d thought you’d called your friend ‘Meg,’ but ended up accidentally getting him instead. And damn if it didn’t sound like you had a disappointing night, the passion in your voice causing his lips to tug up into an entertained little grin.
“Sure sounds like you had one hell of an unsatisfying evening, darlin’,” Jax said into the phone, that grin still on his face. “Seem pretty damn pissed about it, too.”
There was a brief pause that followed Jax’s words. He sat there smoking on top of the picnic table, imagining whoever the hell you were on the other end of the line suddenly realizing that you’d just spilled all of this to a complete stranger. He expected the girl on the line to respond in embarrassment afterwards, maybe apologize even, but that definitely wasn’t what happened.
“Who the hell are you?” the voice demanded. “And why the fuck are you answering Megan’s phone?”
Because why wouldn’t the irate, unsatisfied woman on the other end of the line have an attitude thinking that he was the one in the wrong instead of herself? But instead of getting annoyed, Jax just found himself becoming further entertained with this obvious wrong number phone call. Who the hell was this bold as shit woman talking to him like this?
“Sweetheart, I think you might wanna check your attitude,” Jax drawled over the line, his eyes on the lit cigarette between his fingers. “You’re the one who called me at the damn asscrack of dawn. Not the other way ‘round.”
His words were met with another brief pause and the sound of something shuffling around on your end of things. Jax’s tongue slipped out between his lips, running slowly along the length of the bottom one just as he heard a soft ‘fuck’ fall from your mouth. He assumed now you’d just figured out that you’d called the wrong number, not talking to the ‘Meg’ you were looking for.
“Yeah, alright,” you said over the line, some of the frustration fading from your voice. “Apparently I mis-typed a few numbers. My bad, strange man. My friend just got a new phone and I–you don't care.”
A soft chuckle came from Jax at your apology before he raised his cigarette back up to his lips, taking another drag off of it. This was absolutely not the conversation he’d expected when he saw that strange number appear on his screen so early in the morning, but honestly, he wasn’t hating it. Blowing the smoke out from between his lips, Jax decided he wasn’t ready to just end this call and hang up on you yet–whoever the hell you were.
“Gotta say, sweetheart,” he began again, his finger running over the filter on his cigarette, “this is definitely one hell of a way to say good morning to someone.”
Something like a snort of laughter carried over the line, the corners of his lips twitching at the sound. Jax leaned a bit back on the top of the picnic table, making himself more comfortable as he stretched his legs out on the bench in front of himself. It sounded like you were opening a car door right now, and he briefly wondered if you were currently leaving the guy’s place who’d sorely disappointed you.
“Look, I thought you were my girl, alright?” you explained. “I didn’t realize I mis-dialed while I was fleeing for my life from fucking Snake Tongue. Cut me a little slack, please.”
A surprised breath fell out of Jax at the nickname you’d apparently given this guy. Snake Tongue? Who the hell were you? He didn’t think he’d ever been so goddamn happy to be awake so early in the morning, but now he was really fucking glad he hadn’t somehow slept through this little accident. He had no doubt that he was having more fun talking to you right now than he did fucking that random girl passed out in his bed that he couldn't even remember.
“Snake Tongue?” he asked, grinning as he repeated the ridiculous name. “Goddamn, darlin’, what'd he do to deserve that?”
“The motherfucker was using his tongue like a damn snake with the way he was flicking–nevermind,” you replied, abruptly stopping yourself from finishing your explanation. “I apologize for having disturbed you in more ways than one this morning, strange man that I do not know.”
Jax’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip at how you’d just cut yourself off from yet another passionate rant about whoever the fuck this Snake Tongue was and whatever he was clearly not doing satisfactorily. Truthfully, he’d wanted to hear you get fired up again just to see what other shit would come out of your mouth. You already seemed nothing like the girls that usually hung around the clubhouse or Redwoody. No one had ever spoken to him like this–so bold, blunt, and vulgar. It was a goddamn delight. Usually the girls that hung around the Sons were eager and willing, generally keeping their mouth shut when it came to anything besides sex.
“C’mon now, darlin’,” Jax lightly chastised. Still holding the phone to his ear, he stared at the row of bikes across the lot, the metal glinting in the early morning sun. “You can’t just go around mentioning clits being a myth and somethin’ about Snake Tongue and then just backpedal on me. Cause now you got me curious.”
“Curious about what, man?” your skeptical voice asked.
“About all of it,” he answered easily. “Snake Tongue and your disappointing evening. You can’t just gimme a bit of it and then not tell me the whole damn story. I’m invested now, sweetheart. I need more information.”
Another brief pause met his words as Jax drew his cigarette to his lips, taking a final drag on it. He wondered what you’d respond to him with considering how damn blunt and forthright you’d already been to a complete stranger in the few minutes he’d had you talking. Especially since you were clearly dying to vent about your night to someone. And right now, Jax was a very willing someone.
“I’m sorry,” you began, Jax noticing the edge of disbelief in your tone, “but are you asking a total stranger to regale you with the story of their previous night's disastrous cunnilingus experience? Am I hearing that right?”
Jax outright laughed at how bluntly you’d just phrased your question. But he supposed that was in fact exactly what he was doing right now and he wasn’t about to deny it.
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” he agreed, a smile on his lips as he stubbed his spent cigarette out in the ashtray beside him. “Don’t go getting all shy on me now, you’re the one who fuckin’ started all of this.”
“Dude, I don’t even know your name,” you pointed out matter-of-factly. “Yet here you are asking me about my pussy’s business first thing in the morning.”
Another laugh fell out of Jax, completely astonished at this random woman he’d accidentally stumbled into a conversation with. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had this much fun just talking with a girl before. Shifting his position to get more comfortable on top of the picnic table, Jax knew he absolutely wanted you to regale him with your pussy’s business.
“The name’s Jax, darlin’,” he told you.
“Alright, Jax,” you replied, the sass in your tone causing him to smirk. “Do you really wanna know about Snake Tongue?”
The smirk on his face grew triumphant at your question. He’d got what he wanted–for you to keep talking. To hear whatever this damn story was about your disastrous fling from last night.
“You’re damn right I wanna know,” he shot back at you, satisfied you weren't hanging up yet. “Now stop keeping me in suspense, darlin’. C’mon, tell me what went wrong with this Snake Tongue.”
There was a sharp exhale of breath from you at that, and Jax’s grin only grew wider. Apparently you weren't about to hold back.
“What didn’t go wrong?” you retorted, that fire returning to your voice. “I'm pretty sure that man is half snake with the way he was going down on me with his little–”
You stopped speaking on the other end of the line momentarily and Jax arched a brow at the abrupt pause, waiting in suspense for you to continue. He was hanging on your every damn word at this point, your phone call waking him up faster than most other shit ever had.
“I don't even know what the fuck to call his technique, actually,” you told him with a frustrated huff. “It was like having a damn snake between my legs trying to lick my pussy with the way he was using his tongue. Who gets off with that weird little tongue flick? I could barely feel it. And the damn thing probably was forked with the way it kept missing the goddamn mark. I could’ve probably had a tattoo on me clearly labeling my damn clit for him with detailed instructions, and his dumbass probably still wouldn’t have found it, or figured out how to properly work it. ”
He couldn’t hold down the laugh that flew up from his chest, the sound carrying through the empty lot around him. Jax could almost feel tears forming in his eyes the more you ranted about this dipshit. Fucking hell, you certainly had a way with words, and you definitely felt some kind of way about this jackass your friend had convinced you to go home with last night.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he replied as sympathetically as he could muster between his laughter. “He really just snake-tongued you the whole damn time? That's it?”
“Yes! There’s no way that man has ever pleased a woman in his life,” you answered in exasperation. “The guy needs a damn anatomy lesson before he tries to pick up a girl at a bar again. No amount of alcohol could've tricked me into enjoying that.”
Biting his bottom lip, Jax couldn’t stop the quiet laughter that continued to shake his shoulders. He could hear something like a car starting now in the background, the noise on the other end of the line sounding a bit different, as if you’d placed him on speakerphone. You obviously weren’t planning to end the conversation with him, either.
“I have also never before had a man make me feel like a goddamn toaster,” you continued, the sound of a car’s turn signal following your words. “But achievement unlocked, I guess.”
“Alright, alright,” he said with a chuckle, raising a hand as if he could somehow cut you off despite you being…whereever the fuck you were. “You gotta elaborate on that one for me. A toaster? How'd he manage that? What's that even mean?”
“Oh, buddy,” you started off as if you were winding up all over again. “If this man’s oral game left much to be desired, his fucking fingering was just as bad. He was going at it like he’d accidentally gotten his passport stuck in his toaster and was trying to get it out before he missed his flight. I don’t think I’ve ever felt unpleasantly sore after sex before, but fuck, this man has succeeded in all the wrong ways.”
“God–dammit,” Jax cursed, the word broken by a bark of laughter. Talking to you was like talking to the damn guys. “Christ, you’re annihilating this poor asshole. It doesn't sound like he did a damn thing right by you.” Jax shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he held the phone to his ear, a wide smile stuck on his face and his headache entirely forgotten. “You sure you weren't his first, darlin’?”
An actual laugh echoed from your end of the line, the first one he’d heard from you in the fifteen minutes he’d been sitting out in the lot talking to you. He liked the sound of it, your laughter pulling another chuckle out of him as he crossed his ankles on the seat of the picnic table. He could feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of his neck, but he could’ve cared less about any of that. He just wanted to keep you talking, to prolong this weird ass accidental conversation for however much he could. You were unexpected in all the best ways.
“I don't know, Jax,” you said when your laughter had calmed to something quieter. “Maybe I was, but I guess he at least knew where to stick it. So he got one thing right.”
Jax snorted at that, a hand running through his sleep-mussed hair, the smile never falling from his lips. “Y'know, this is not how these wrong number calls go, sweetheart.”
“Hey, you asked for the deets,” you firmly reminded him. “You walked straight into this shit about Snake Tongue with arms wide open, man. It’s on you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed, nodding even though you couldn’t see him. “You’re right, I did ask. And really, I ain't complaining, I just wasn’t expecting you, darlin’.”
There was a short lull in the conversation as Jax contemplated another cigarette. He could hear the noise of traffic coming from your end of the phone, the sound of your car’s turn signal rhythmically carrying over the line again. He was half tempted to ask you where you lived, curiosity piquing his interest. Maybe you lived in California, possibly nearby–it seemed likely since you’d dialed the area code–but maybe that was one of the numbers you’d fucked up when trying to reach your friend. Maybe you lived all the way in fucking Florida. But before he could even ask, you muttered something that was probably more to yourself than to him as you were driving, but Jax had caught it anyway.
“Honestly surprised he didn’t hiss when he came.”
Almost without even thinking, Jax’s hand came flying down hard on the top of the picnic table with a sharp smack just before another round of laughter burst forth from his chest. He heard you begin to laugh over the line again at his reaction, the pair of you losing it together over that poor son of a bitch who dared to pick you up from a bar. It took a few moments for you to both finally calm back down, and Jax couldn't help but wonder about how much fun you’d be to hang out with. It didn’t even matter what the hell you looked like at this point, he was enjoying your quick wit and your blunt humor.
“Darlin’, I am so goddamn sorry for your disastrous night of sex,” Jax told you sincerely. “That really does sound like a waste of a damn night.”
In the background of your side of things, it sounded like you’d parked your car and turned it off, apparently reaching whatever destination you’d been driving to. Disappointment hit Jax as he realized this phone call was going to have to end eventually. He knew he couldn’t keep some random girl talking to him all morning, and he did still need to get Abel from Gemma’s soon.
“It was,” you agreed, sighing the words out. “But I just got back to my place. So at least now I can wash off the sad memory of what happened.” You paused for a brief few seconds before adding, “And at least my vibrator is waterproof. So there's that.”
Jax couldn’t stop the smirk that curled his lips upwards at that last part. So you had been driving back from Snake Tongue’s place to yours, but now you were planning to satisfy yourself after this phone call? Fuck, why was the thought of that turning him on as much as it was? He didn’t even know you. Hell, you might not even be his idea of attractive, but somehow that didn't stop his interest as he tried to imagine the faceless girl on the other end of the conversation in her shower with a vibrator.
“That right, sweetheart?” Jax asked, his tone dropping low. “You got a little somethin’ to help you out over there?”
There was more shuffling around from your end, and he figured you were getting out of your car while taking your phone off of speakerphone. You were probably making your way to your house or your apartment. Planning to get undressed and into your shower with your vibrator soon and resolving the issue your shitty hookup had left you with.
“Of course I do,” you answered. “I’m clearly still sexually frustrated. Might as well take care of the problem myself.”
Biting his bottom lip in thought, Jax was actually contemplating seeing if you’d keep him on the line even longer. He’d never had phone sex before–why the fuck would he when he could find willing pussy right there in the flesh? But goddammit, the thought of that filthy mouth of yours moaning for him after you’d been left unsatisfied had his own mouth going a little dry.
“Can’t have you feeling like that, can we?” he agreed. “But you know, darlin’, I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to helping cheer you up a bit. Sounds like you could use a little…help.”
“Are you…?”
A soft laugh on the other end of the line met his ears, the sound of you moving around and a door closing coming over his speaker. His hand gripped his phone a bit tighter at the thought of you accepting his offer, quietly hoping you’d let him help with your frustration. God, he would’ve loved to talk you through it while you were in the shower. He didn’t even fucking know why, either, but he wanted to ease that ache you so clearly felt with how much you’d been ranting over that asshole you’d had last night.
“Jax, dude, my man,” you said, a smile evident in your tone, “that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got a really hot voice, I’ll give you that, but I already had one failed sexual encounter with a stranger a few hours ago, I’m not eager to risk phone sex with another. But your dedication to this conversation is noted and highly appreciated.”
Another wave of disappointment hit Jax at your refusal, but he'd had a feeling the likelihood of you responding to his offer any differently had been incredibly low. Chuckling good-naturedly, Jax tried to mask the odd way he felt at how quickly and friendly you'd just shot him down.
“Shit, I'm just tryin’ to help,” he teased back. “The offer stands if you change your mind. You’ve got my number, after all.”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” you agreed slowly. “But look, Jax, this has been fun. And you've been a real good sport in my time of need, so I'm just going to thank you for this incredibly weird fucking experience and let you get back to your life.”
“Feel like I should be thankin’ you,” he countered, grinning once more. “Don't know if anything else more interesting could top this for me today–and that's sayin’ something if you knew my life.”
“I'll take your word for it,” you assured him. “But now that I'm back home, I've got something to take care of that I think has been delayed long enough.”
Jax’s grin softened as it slowly faded on his lips, reality hitting him. You were a stranger, someone he hadn't even gotten the name of in return during this almost twenty minute long conversation, and he had shit to go deal with, too. This was just some weird, out of nowhere chance moment in his life and it had finally come to an end.
“Yeah, you go take care of your problem,” he replied. “My thoughts are with you in your dire time of need, sweetheart.”
A snort of laughter fell out of you and something twisted in his chest at the sound. You were cute, even with that crude mouth.
“Cause that's not weird, thinking about me getting off in the shower,” you retorted. “But this is where I say goodbye, strange man.”
“Yeah, alright,” he said, tone softening. “Bye, darlin’.”
He heard the line go quiet a second later before he slowly lowered the phone from his ear. Staring down at it for a moment, a ghost of a smile lingered on his lips.
Jax sat back in the chair at the head of the carved wooden table, his mind a mess of thoughts after having just concluded chapel with his brothers. The men were currently filing out of the room, Opie clapping Jax on the shoulder as he passed him on his way out. Jax sent his best friend and vice president a nod and a small smile in return.
It was a minute before the room had emptied, Tig shutting the doors after himself. With a long, tired sigh, Jax let his head fall backwards against the chair, slouching down in his seat as he finally relaxed. It'd been a long ass day and he was tired. After taking Abel out for breakfast, some bullshit had come up with the Mayans that had taken all afternoon to handle. But now that the problem was settled, Jax was trying to let his mind settle.
Which was why his thoughts oddly drifted back to you and that unexpected phone call from this morning. The memory of your passionately pissed off voice ran through his mind, your creative insults causing a smile to spread over his lips in the empty chapel.
He wondered if you'd taken care of yourself in the shower this morning after you had hung up. Wondered if your time with your vibrator had been sufficient enough with how heated you'd sounded, or if you had regretted not taking him up on his unashamed offer to help you. He also wondered if you ever got ahold of your friend Megan–he figured you had by now. Had you also told her about the stranger you'd had a chat with this morning by accident? Or had you already moved past that and forgotten about the unexpected call?
Shifting in his seat, Jax slid his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He sat there staring at it in his hand, his feet absently twisting his chair slowly from side to side. Calling you felt like an incredibly weird thing to do–just as weird as it was to even want to hear from you again. You were just some random wrong number.
Yet here he sat, not wanting that one call to be all there ever was between you both. Even if that was stupid–you probably lived nowhere near Charming. What the hell would even come of this if you didn't?
…but what if you did?
Without giving himself an opportunity to talk himself out of what he was doing, Jax scrolled back through his recent calls and found the unsaved number. He pulled up a text message and began typing something quickly, rereading the text several times afterwards.
U ever finish what Snake Tongue failed??
His finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds before he forced himself to push it. Letting his head fall back against the chair again, Jax's eyes closed. His hand holding his phone fell to his lap, his mind drifting to thoughts of your brief call.
Jax wasn't exactly one to generally take his time with the girls hanging around the club. Why would he? Usually he was wasted and he just wanted a pretty thing to bury himself into for a bit. He didn't give a shit if he'd left them unsatisfied–not that it ever seemed like any girl had ever left his room unhappy. But for some reason the thought of you, whoever the hell you were, being left wanting like that had him wishing he could stop by your place, rip your panties off, and show you just how little instruction he needed.
The sound of his phone vibrating from a text had his eyes flying back open. Leaning forward, he lifted his phone from his lap and quickly opened your response. His eyes read over your text a couple of times, a boyish grin forming on his face.
Happy to report that I did finish (without hissing). You're quite a thorough wrong number, Jax.
“Could damn well be more thorough for you, darlin’,” he muttered slyly to his phone.
Sitting straighter in his chair, the grin still spread over his mouth, Jax’s fingers began typing up a response to your text.
Summary: Your morning in bed with Jax gets interrupted by club business, and after a long day spent barely staying in control of himself, he finally gets to pick up where you and he left off, this time on the kitchen table.
Word Count: 3.2k | I do not give consent to having my work republished or posted to any other platform or profile other than my own. | Masterlist
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), swearing, hair pulling, unprotected sex, kinda rough sex, spanking, husband jax bc i just need him okay, enjoy.
Jax had been out all day long with the club, handling business that was more annoying rather than stressful to deal with, like it usually is.
He’d missed you for the majority of the day, especially since yours and his morning got interrupted earlier.
Jax had been in the middle of getting his fill of you, starting his day off right with his head buried between your thighs, when he’d gotten a call from Chibs. Apparently there were some issues with the side business they’d been working on, and it needed to be fixed right away so the club didn’t look like they had no idea what they were doing.
The Sons had a certain reputation, and yes it needed to be upheld, but it couldn’t have waited another half an hour?
Apparently not, so Jax had to leave you before he could make you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock, and he had to go deal with it. It took most of the day going back and forth, which was quite irritating since it could’ve been dealt with at a much later time in his opinion, but it was still important either way.
With that being said, Jax missed you, and he was wound up really fucking tight and wanted to get back home to you and finish what you and he had started in the bedroom this morning.
He got home just after dinner, his eyes instinctively searching for you as soon as he stepped through the door. When he saw movement in the kitchen, he looked over to see you slightly bent over the table, your hip jutted out as you flipped through the cookbook his mother had let you borrow.
Jax felt his jeans tighten instantly, his cock twitching with interest as he walked into the kitchen, standing behind you as he held back a groan at what you were wearing.
A flannel, his flannel that looked massive on you, a pair of panties, and nothing else. The buttons of the flannel were done up just halfway, and he wanted nothing more than to rip it open, bend you over the table, and grab your tits as he fucked you from behind.
He stepped closer, his hands coming up to grab onto your hips, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Babe,” he greeted, noticing how deep and barely-restrained his voice sounded even to his own ears.
You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hi, baby,” you said back, only letting your eyes linger on his for a few more moments before you looked away again and back down at the open book. You flipped through the pages, biting down on your lip and making Jax refrain from bending you over right then and there. “I can’t find the recipe for that chili your mom made the first time I met her. She told me it was in here, but I can’t find it and I wanted to make it for dinner tomorrow.”
Jax listened to you ramble as best as he could, but he really wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying. His focus was very far away from some old family recipe he’d had countless times before.
One of his hands left your hip and lifted to your stomach, and he placed his palm firmly against you, pulling your body back against his. He heard the way your breath hitched, your body tensing up just slightly before relaxing again, and he smirked, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against the side of your neck. “I really don’t give a fuck about the chili right now, baby,” he murmured, dragging his teeth along the shell of your ear as his fingers started to pull at the buttons of the flannel. “I’m starvin’ for somethin’ else. Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all goddamn day.”
He pressed himself closer to you, letting you feel just how true those words are as his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. “Oh,” you breathed, staying still as you let him undo the buttons on his shirt. “Have you?” you asked, and you were already starting to tease him as you subtly wiggled your ass back against him.
Jax groaned, cursing under his breath as he pushed his hips forward, grinding against you. “You know I have,” he muttered, “Couldn’t focus on a fuckin’ thing. Kept thinkin’ ‘bout how I left you this mornin’. Didn’t even get to make you cum. That makes me a bad fuckin’ husband.”
You whimpered softly when he tugged the flannel down your shoulders, the fabric pooling around your elbows and exposing your breasts to his dark, greedy eyes. His hands came up to palm them both, and you pressed your lips together as you shook your head, “You’re not a… bad husband, Jax,” you whispered as his thumbs brushed along your nipples. “You just have… a lot of shit you need to do every day. I don’t blame you for that.”
He grunted against your skin as he leaned in and pressed kisses along your neck and throat, one hand leaving your chest and sliding down your body. “I know you don’t, babe. ‘S why you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, slipping one hand inside your panties and covering your core with it. “But I still gotta make it up to you. Don’t like leavin’ you like that at all.”
You moaned, your eyes falling shut as your head tipped back onto his shoulder. “We did get interrupted this morning, didn’t we?” you relented, still teasingly dragging your ass back and forth along the front of his jeans.
Jax groaned at the reminder, his mouth watering at the thought of picking right back up where you and he left off. “Mm, yeah, we did. Was in the middle of eatin’ my breakfast,” he mumbled, “Was gonna make you cum so hard for me, right on my tongue. Guess I’ll just have to do it now instead.”
His hand gave your breast a firm squeeze, his other hand leaving your core and latching onto your other breast once more. He rocked his hips against your backside, feeling his cock throb inside his jeans as he dipped his head further down and kissed along your jaw.
“You have no fuckin’ idea how hot you look right now,” he muttered, turning you around to face him, his hands moving to your waist to gently shove you back against the edge of the table. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this fuckin’ body all day.” he added as he ducked his head down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking roughly.
Another moan left your mouth, and you shut your eyes as his hands moved around your body, giving your ass a rough squeeze. “What have you been thinking about?” you asked, lifting your hands up and tugging at the leather of his kutte. You tugged it away from his body, and he let it fall to the floor before his hands were back on you.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. Thinkin’ ‘bout bendin’ you over and fuckin’ you so good. How wet and tight you are for me,” he grunted, “Could taste you all day, baby. Drove me fuckin’ insane.”
Your eyes opened at that, and you grabbed onto his shoulders as he grabbed onto your hip with one hand, the other one sliding beneath the thin fabric of your panties once more. “That’s what you get for leaving without making me cum,” you said, and Jax huffed out a laugh.
His fingers became coated in your wetness, and he slowly eased two of his fingers inside you, his teeth dragging along his lower lip as he watched your expression shift at the feeling. “Shit, you’re so wet for me. Been waitin’ for me, huh?” he said under his breath, watching the way you eagerly nodded.
Jax hummed, dragging his fingers along your walls before pulling them back out, and he lifted them to his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He watched the way your eyes flickered down to his mouth, your face flushing as he sucked on his fingers, and your grip on his shoulders tightened just slightly.
He reached down and yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them behind him before he lifted you up onto the table, spreading your thighs wide. Jax dropped to his knees before you, guiding your legs over his shoulders and pulling you close to the edge of the table. “Gonna finish what I started,” he said, hearing the way your breath hitched before he leaned in and licked between your folds, collecting your wetness like he’d been craving all day.
Your hands braced behind you on the table, your head tipping back as soon as his mouth was on you. “Jax,” you whined as he picked right back up where he’d left off this morning. “Needed you so badly.”
Jax looked up at you, and the sight had his cock throbbing even more. You were leaning back on the table, his flannel around your elbows and exposing your tits, and God, you looked like every single wet dream he’s ever fucking had.
He was starving for you, and that much was obvious from the way he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue licking and lapping at you with even more desperation than it was this morning. “Needed this too,” he muttered, finally tearing his gaze off your face. His nose bumped against your clit as he dove back in, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place when you started bucking against his mouth.
His tongue slid inside of you, creating a wet, sticky mess between your thighs, but that was how he liked it. He liked when you made a mess of him, too.
A sharp gasp left your lips, your hands grabbing onto his hair as you pushed against his hands, bucking against his face once again. “Jax, please,” you begged, already reduced to how he’d gotten you earlier, but this time he had no plans on stopping, and he was not allowing himself to be interrupted again.
His hands wrapped under your thighs, bringing you closer and making your fingers cling onto his hair tighter as you almost lost your balance. Jax huffed out a laugh, pulling away from you with wet lips, “It’s alright, babe. I ain’t gonna let you fall,” he mumbled deeply, the corners of his lips turning upwards. “Least not like that.”
You rolled your eyes at that, digging your heel into his upper back, trying to not so subtly pull him back in. “You’re funny,” you said under your breath, “But I don’t feel like laughing right now, so keep going.”
Jax let out a deep laugh, shaking his head even as he moved back towards you. “Bossy,” he muttered, holding onto your thighs with a firm grip.
“You married me,” you pointed out, your thighs shaking a bit as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along you once more.
He hummed, “Best decision of my life,” he said, giving you a much softer grin before he was all over you again.
His tongue dragged up and down your folds, feeling the way your thighs trembled even more at either side of his head, and then he was sucking your clit into his mouth. Your body jolted, your nails scratching along his scalp as you ripped one hand away from his head, reaching behind you to grab onto the edge of the table instead.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes again as your head fell back. Your chest pushed forward as your back arched, and Jax looked up at you through hooded eyes, his tongue moving between your clit and your opening over and over again until he got you there - right where he wanted you.
A loud, dragged out moan left your lips as you came, your legs trying to close around his head but he didn’t stop, instead working you through it as you gasped at the sensitivity. Jax lapped at your core, licking and sucking and kissing all over until you slumped back on the table, your body still tense as your stomach quivered.
“There you go, that’s it. Tastes so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmured, turning his head and nuzzling his nose along your inner thigh before placing one final, open mouthed kiss there. He pulled back and stood up, shamelessly licking at his wet lips as he reached down and undid his belt, then unzipped his jeans.
He stepped closer to you, reaching down to grab your hand with one of his, gently pulling you back up so you were sitting. His other hand slid up your back before tangling in your hair, and he tilted your head back before leaning down and kissing you deeply, sharing your taste with you.
Just as you were starting to deepen the kiss even more, Jax pulled away, his hands moving down to your hips. He lifted you from the table, then turned you around and bent you over it, one hand on your back guiding you lower until your chest was pressed against the surface.
He pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock that nearly ached at the relief of escaping the tightness of his boxers. He grasped himself in one hand, guiding the head of his cock to rub up and down your puffy folds, and a slow, smug smirk formed on his face as you whimpered.
“Jax,” you begged, “Please.”
His smirk only grew as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “It’s okay, baby,” he teased, “You don’t gotta beg me. Not tonight.”
You huffed out a breath of air at that, only to quickly inhale it back in when he pushed the first couple of inches of his cock inside you, your hands instantly moving to grab onto the edge of the table. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he pushed all the way in, his hips pressed right up against your ass.
“Shit,” Jax grunted, pushing the flannel up around your waist so he could grab onto your bare hips. He looked down as he slowly pulled out, watching the way your tight walls stretched around him to be able to take all of him, then he pushed back in a little faster than before. “This is what you needed, isn’t it, baby? To be fucked just like this.” he muttered harshly, fucking into you a little faster as his cock became completely coated in your wetness.
You whined, nodding all too eagerly, “Yes. Fuck… yes,”
Jax let out a short laugh, one hand moving from your hip and sliding down to grab onto your ass. “Feels so good, baby. Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he praised, rolling his hips forward and watching the way you took him with each thrust. “Fuck. I needed this too.”
You moaned loudly, your hips hitting the edge of the table every time he fucked back into you. “Oh, my God,” you whined, your upper body pressing against the cool surface of the table with every thrust of his hips.
He leaned over you, his left hand grabbing onto the edge of the table next to yours as he started to fuck you a little harder than before. His hips hit your ass over and over again, his other hand sliding into your hair and tugging your head back a bit. “So fuckin’ good… fuck,” he grunted, holding your body in place with his own as he pressed you down against the table.
A choked moan left your mouth, your sounds filling the kitchen as he fucked you exactly like how he wanted to before. The few objects still on the table shifted every time he bottomed out inside of you, the cookbook you’d been flipping through dangerously close to falling off completely, but neither of you cared. He was sure Gemma would give him shit for a few bent pages, but he didn’t give a shit about that either.
“Yes, oh, my God, yes. Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” you cried out, tightening your grip on the table.
Jax grunted, your sounds only fueling his movements and making his cock throb deep inside of you. He let go of your hair, dragging his hand down your back until he reached your ass, and he pushed the flannel up once again since it had slipped back down. He gave you a firm squeeze before giving you a sharp smack, feeling the way you clenched around him as your skin burned.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, grabbing onto your waist with a tight grip as he pulled you back against him now with every thrust. “C’mon, babe, squeeze that cock. Cum on my dick like I know you want to.”
You whined loudly, squeezing your eyes shut at the same time your core squeezed his cock, instantly obliging to his request. Your body started to shake, your hands trembling from where they held the table in a death grip as you came with a long, needy cry.
Jax groaned deeply, his eyes locked onto where you and he were connected as his cock became even wetter, even warmer from your release. “That’s my girl,” he rasped, slowing down just slightly as he felt his cock twitch inside you. He came only seconds later, his chest heaving as he filled you with his cum until some of it started to leak out around him. “Shit. So fuckin’ good.”
He leaned over you, covering your back with his chest as you went limp on the table, thoroughly fucked out. Jax kissed along your bare shoulder, one hand sliding under you until he reached your throat, and he turned your head, guiding your mouth into a deep kiss.
You moaned weakly against his lips, kissing him a little desperately before he pulled away, his lips as puffy and kiss swollen as yours are. He slowly pulled out of you, pressing his lips together as he watched a few beads of cum drip out along with his cock.
The sight had one corner of his mouth turning upwards as he helped you stand up straight. Your legs were still shaking as he turned your body around and pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “You good?” he asked, unable to stop the teasing and smugness from seeping into his tone.
You nodded, burying your face in his shirt as your hands grabbed at his back, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. “That definitely made up for this morning,” you said once you were finally able to find your voice and speak again.
Jax let out a deep laugh, one hand cradling the back of your head as he brushed a soft kiss along your temple. “I’ll make it up to you even more tomorrow mornin’, with no interruptions,” he said, pulling his flannel back up your body so you were properly wearing it again. He pulled back with a smirk, “Told the guys no more callin’ me at nine in the mornin’ unless it’s a real emergency.”
You lifted a brow, watching as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up, but left them unzipped. “What, today wasn’t a real emergency?” you asked, taking his hand when he offered it to you.
He pulled you with him towards the bedroom, keeping his other hand planted firmly on your ass as his front pressed against your back. “Not nearly important enough to be interrupted for,” he answered, his smirk softening when you let out a laugh.
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Dedicated to @hunnamandhoney because you mentioned in a reblog of a gif set of a shirtless Jax sitting at his kitchen table and of him wearing a flannel, and you said you wanted to be bent over that table while wearing his flannel, and it’s been in my head ever since. So. Thank you and I hope you enjoy x
Apologies for being MIA. Just went through something really hard and had no motivation, and the only form of outlet I had was this, so I guess I’m like Jax in that way loooool.
This was...so so good. I'm already in the middle of a serious heatwave right now for this week, and this just made my house suddenly ten times warmer 🥵🫠
I'm also sorry to hear you've been going through it. I'm here for you and I hope things start to look up for you, lovely 🤍🫶🏻
Soooooo this is a big project but with my plans for next year I cant see the normal mystery bingos coming out easily. That being said cause I know you guys love them so much I have decided to set up a big bingo card for 2027 that you guys can out request in for until July 1st 2026. I will put stories out all 2027 from these requests at my discretion.
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Rules are pretty simple
Choose a character below from either SONS or Mayans. Sons- Clay, Chibs, Halfsack,Happy,Jax,Juice,Kozik,Tig,Opie,Ratboy Mayans- Angel, Bishop, Bottles, Creeper, Coco, Manny, Nestor, Gilly, Guero, EZ
Send in a small blurb for your request or say MYSTERY and I will pick something for you!
You can send in as many requests as you want please just send them as separate asks so I can stay organized! You can also mix and match characters!
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౨ৎ cutesy smutty & angsty lil pieces involving you & jax each complemented by an inspiring song. Read & listen at the same time for the best experience [only if you want to ofc] 🖤
ALL jax teller x reader | dual pov | some will obviously contain smutty slutty things | please check trigger warnings on individual pieces, you know what triggers you more than I do, so read at your own discretion | no specific genre of music, no set dates, no set amount of fics, just pure vibes (;
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1. Take what you want | post malone | coming soon.
Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]
Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax
a/n: The chapter I've kept y'all waiting for is finally here! Feedback (reblogs/comments/likes) is always appreciated!
Bright laughter and the soft chatter of birds perched in the towering trees blended serenely together in the warm afternoon. You sat partially covered in shade on a park bench, the leaves of the nearby tree rustling in a gentle breeze as you stretched your legs out along the sidewalk which spanned the perimeter of the playground. But as you shifted against the wood, crossing one ankle over the other, your index finger tapped a nervous rhythm against the iced coffee in your hand.
Fortunately, Emilia was completely unaware of your growing anxiety, too busy playing on the playground with the other children to have noticed your unusual mood today. Your foot absently bounced as you watched her, nerves shooting through you in anticipation of the upcoming introduction between her and Jax. Your stomach gave another uncomfortable swoop at the thought of them finally meeting after all these years.
Bringing the coffee cup slick with condensation to your lips, you sipped on it while the mid-day sun bathed your bare legs in its warmth. But the caffeine failed to ease the nauseating twist of your insides, and your foot bounced a little faster, moving in tandem with the elevated beat of your heart. Across the park, Emilia ducked around a slide and crouched down behind it, a wide smile drawn over her face. She was completely oblivious to the significance of coming here today, looking as carefree as you wished you could feel.
Her giggle drifted towards you as a few of the other little kids began hiding in various spots around the playground while one little boy wandered in search of them. The corner of your lips curved at the comical sight of them attempting to play a game of hide-and-seek when they didn't quite grasp the concept of keeping quiet and staying hidden. You spotted a few kids peeking their heads out of their hiding places before laughing loudly and ducking back into their spot.
As a few more minutes gradually passed, you slid your phone out of your pocket just enough to check the time on the screen.You still had yet to hear anything from Jax. You’d checked your phone every few minutes ever since you'd finished your shift at St. Thomas and headed to the park, but he hadn’t called or sent a single text. He hadn’t even responded to the one you’d sent him when you’d swung by the little cafe downtown to grab yourself a coffee. There was still no sign of him anywhere, no proof that he even remembered agreeing to this meeting.
Teeth anxiously sinking into your bottom lip, you chewed nervously on it as your foot bounced a little faster atop the other one. Had Jax talked himself out of coming to meet her in the end? Had he gotten cold feet about actually wanting to be in his daughter’s life, letting his fears get the better of him? He hadn't contacted you at all today, hadn't acknowledged that text you’d sent a bit ago telling him that you would be at the park soon. Considering how he'd initially reacted to the news about Em when you’d told him he had a daughter, the idea of him bailing at the last minute on you both didn’t seem completely out of the realm of possibility.
Slipping your phone back into your pocket with a defeated sigh, you focused back on the playground. Em was peering around the slide now, searching for the little boy who was still looking for everyone playing their game of hide-and-seek. Eyes wandering around the park, you observed the other moms stationed along the handful of benches and picnic tables. Most of them were either looking at their phones or reading a book, occasionally glancing up long enough to locate their kid before going back to what they were doing.
Bringing your iced coffee back to your lips, you took another long drink as you tried to calm the nervous bouncing of your foot, forcing it to remain still as your toes curled inside your shoes in protest. This was exactly why you hadn’t told Em that you'd planned to meet anyone here today, because you didn't want her to be disappointed if Jax didn't come. Even if she would’ve had no idea who was really coming to see you, you hadn’t wanted to give Jax the opportunity to let her down.
But you could feel your heart steadily wilting inside of your chest at his glaring absence. How long were you supposed to wait for him before you finally gave up and accepted the fact that he'd changed his mind? You'd arrived here twenty minutes ago, eventually you’d need to get Em back home so that you could make dinner before starting the typical bath and bedtime routine. You couldn't stay here all afternoon hoping he would eventually show.
Lowering your iced coffee to your lap, the condensation along the bottom of the plastic cup dampened the top of your thigh. Maybe it was foolish that you’d ever gotten your hopes up in the first place believing that Jax would’ve wanted to be in Em's life. But he'd seemed so genuinely interested in learning about her yesterday morning at the diner, and he’d sounded so earnest to meet her, that you were certain he’d already be here waiting for the both of you when you’d arrived. Or at the very least, that he’d acknowledge your text and let you know that he was on his way to the park.
You supposed it was quite likely that he’d changed his mind, and maybe that meant it would always just be you and Em. You thought you'd accepted that reality years ago, but having fate unexpectedly throw Jax back into your lives had felt significant. You hoped it meant that things were meant to change, hoped that it meant Emilia would finally get to know her father and that you wouldn’t be so alone in parenting her. But maybe it was ridiculous to have been so hopeful when you should’ve just known that meeting him again was merely an odd coincidence instead of something as profound as fate.
With your faith in Jax steadily dwindling, you spiraled deeper into the disappointing loop of thoughts plaguing your mind until the distant rumble of an approaching motorcycle tore through the peaceful afternoon. The telltale growl grew louder, making its way towards the little park in downtown Charming. Inhaling a sudden breath, you straightened on the bench as you held it. Just because you’d heard a bike didn’t necessarily mean that it was Jax, even if it sounded like a single motorcycle and not a group of them like you'd grown accustomed to hearing around town.
Every one of the other moms at the park visibly stiffened where they sat, their heads darting up almost simultaneously. The noise of a bike drawing so near had caught their attention like a neon sign flashing a warning over the playground. Each of them had grown tense, their eyes finding their children on the playground and watching them with far more caution than they'd been doing a minute ago. With how the majority of Charming reacted towards the Sons, and now after witnessing the other moms’ very curious reactions, you’d begun to wonder who exactly Emilia’s father actually was–though that would take longer than one afternoon to unpack.
When the motorcycle finally pulled up next to the park, you turned your head over your shoulder. You recognized the leather kutte before catching sight of the blonde hair peeking out from beneath the man's helmet. Relief washed over you in waves, and you finally exhaled the breath you'd been holding, the fear of Jax not showing draining straight from your body. The smallest smile slipped onto your face, grateful that he'd turned up after all and that he hadn’t left you hanging.
Jax slowly rolled his bike to a stop beside the curb before throwing the kickstand down and cutting the engine. An eerie silence temporarily swallowed the entire park as the roar of his motorcycle quieted, leaving you far too aware of the sound of your blood rushing through your veins. Even the birds briefly grew still as if sensing something dangerous, their chatter temporarily ceasing in the trees. But the moment passed quickly, and the sounds of kids playing and laughing soon resumed.
Jax undid the buckle of his helmet, removing it and hanging it over the handlebar of his bike. Both of his hands took their time running through his hair afterwards, his fingers smoothing the pieces that’d fallen out of place during his ride, putting them back where they belonged. He easily swung his leg over his bike afterwards, his golden hair catching the sunlight as he dismounted his Harley.
You were so distracted with his arrival, mesmerized by the little gestures of him putting himself back together, that you hadn’t realized you'd been staring. You also hadn't noticed that you were no longer alone on the bench, unaware that Em had suddenly hopped up onto it beside you until her small voice caused you to jump. Your grip instinctively tightened around the plastic coffee cup in your hand, squeezing it so hard that a bit of coffee splashed up onto the lid.
“Mama, look!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at where you were already looking. “It's a Harley!”
“Yeah, bunny,” you agreed, trying to calm the racing of your heart from both of their sudden appearances. Watching Jax had surprisingly caused your pulse to quicken for more reasons than just nerves. “It is a Harley.”
Tearing your eyes away from Jax as he stepped around the front of his bike, you glanced down to see Emilia kneeling backwards on the bench. Both of her hands were holding onto the backrest as she bounced excitedly on her knees, her eyes lingering on the man that she had no idea was actually her father.
“Can I go see it?” she asked. Her head darted swiftly towards you before she fixed you with her pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please? Please?”
The corner of your lip twitched at her excitement, the sight of it somewhat calming the nerves that had been eating away at you all day today. Jax was here now, and Em would no doubt find a way to break the ice with him, especially if she got to talk about his bike. It seemed like the perfect way to let them get to know each other, even if Jax had absolutely no idea what he was in for with her enthusiasm for motorcycles.
“Well, maybe,” you answered carefully. “But only because he's uh–”
Breaking off, your mouth hung open as you tried to figure out how to address this situation with her. You’d not told her that you were meeting anyone at the park today solely because you didn’t want her disappointed if Jax did bail on the initial plans. And you’d already agreed with Jax yesterday morning that he wouldn’t be ‘dad’ to her just yet, but that he’d initially be introduced to her as one of your friends. Now you needed to figure out how to navigate that part with her.
“He uh, he's actually someone that I wanted you to meet today,” you awkwardly finished.
Her little brows furrowed adorably together in confusion at the strained smile that had spread over your face. Tipping her head to the side, she stared up at you like she was trying hard to understand what you meant, because Jax wasn’t arriving with a kid for a playdate. Her confusion made sense considering you'd never introduced her to a man before. Not like this. Usually meeting someone at the park meant another mom and someone for her to play with, or sometimes back in Fresno you invited a friend who would hang out with you while she played on the playground. So this was…different.
“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked.
A nervous laugh fell out of you before you quickly shook your head at the question. Of course she would think that, it was the most logical leap for her to make, but you didn't want that idea planting itself in her mind. As much as you missed the idea of having someone to rely on instead of always having to be the one relied on, you knew that wasn't possible. Not with Jax, not now. And it wasn't as if you knew him well enough to know whether you'd even want that with him down the road, either.
“No,” you answered her. “He's just a new friend I made while I was working at the hospital. He wanted to come visit with us this afternoon. Is that okay?”
Emilia nodded her head enthusiastically, a toothy grin spreading over her face. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “I like making new friends!”
Turning her attention back to where Jax was sauntering through the grass and towards the park bench where you both sat, Em abruptly stood up on the bench beside you. She raised one hand in the air and started waving wildly at him in greeting, the beaded bracelets on her wrists lightly clacking together as she did.
Looking back over your shoulder, your own gaze found its way back to Jax. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and there was a tiny, lopsided smile sliding onto his face directed at Emilia. Your heart tightened at the sight of it. Despite the nervous edge to him, you could see something else lingering in his gaze as he neared, and it melted the rest of those fears you’d had of him skipping out on you and Em.
“Hey,” you greeted him. “Glad you could make it.”
Jax's gaze shifted to you when you'd spoken, nodding his head back at you in greeting. But his attention returned to your daughter as he gradually came to a stop right behind the bench, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.
“Sorry, busy morning. Got held up a little,” he explained, still smiling down at Em. “But I wasn't gonna miss hangin’ out for a bit.”
Em didn't hesitate to reach her little hand out past the back of the bench where she stood, a warm smile on her face as she looked up at Jax. There wasn’t the slightest hint of intimidation in the friendly way she grinned up at him, even when she was faced with the leather and his tattoos. That seemed to throw Jax off, and his brows creased together as he looked down at her extended hand.
“Hi,” she chirped brightly. “I'm Emilia. You’re mama’s new friend?”
Jax’s eyes flickered briefly over to you, one brow slightly arching onto his forehead in obvious hesitantce. The smile grew on your face as you shrugged a shoulder back at him, the gesture saying ‘I told you she’s outgoing.’ You’d forewarned him that Em lacked a fear of strangers, and now he was about to experience that firsthand.
“Yeah, I am,” Jax answered slowly, switching his attention back down to Emilia. He reached out, his large hand engulfing her smaller one as he shook it gently. “I’m Jax.”
When he released her hand, she immediately peered around him on the bench, craning her neck as her attention fell back on his bike parked beside the curb. Her eyes widened in glee as she leaned over the back of the bench, pointing a finger at the Harley he’d just ridden to the park on.
“Is that yours?” she asked him.
Jax turned his head over his shoulder, following where her little finger was pointing. His mouth curled into a broad smile before his head swiveled back towards her. A glint of pride flickered in his eyes as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She’s mine.”
“Can I see it?”
Emilia’s question came almost before Jax had finished answering, her excitement drawing a low chuckle out of him. Biting your bottom lip, you tried to contain the smile on your face, but your cheeks already ached at the effort. You’d had a feeling that Emilia would be all over his motorcycle the second she spotted it, and you swore you could already feel the countless questions about to bubble up out of her mouth as she waited impatiently for Jax’s answer.
“I suppose that depends,” Jax carefully replied. Glancing back at you, both of his brows faintly rose onto his forehead. “Is that alright with mom?”
An intense surge of warmth unexpectedly tingled its way up your spine at hearing Jax call you ‘mom’ so casually to your shared daughter. The sensation threw you off entirely, your stomach clenching as both of them questioningly watched you and waited for an answer. Emilia was still hopping up and down on the bench in her pink Nikes, her eyes wide as she kept repeating a quiet string of ‘please, please, please, please’ while Jax’s head tipped curiously to the side at your extended pause. Tongue slipping out to wet your dry lips, you forced a smile onto your face as you nodded, clearing your throat.
“Yeah, that’s–that’s fine,” you said, embarrassed by the faint breathlessness to your words. “Just uh, just as long as you don’t let her convince you to take her on a ride.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’,” Jax said, shooting you a wink. “I know better than that.”
Emilia let out an excited squeal that drew Jax’s attention straight to her as she hopped off the bench. You were grateful she’d drawn his eyes away from you, not wanting him to notice the way he’d just flustered you. You’d surprisingly liked hearing him call you ‘mom’ to Emilia far more than you should’ve, and that wink he’d given you wasn’t helping matters. But all those feelings he’d just stirred up inside of you were dangerous. You were only supposed to be friends. The sexual attraction that still lingered between you both needed to be pushed aside for Emilia’s sake.
In true Emilia fashion, your four year old confidently grabbed Jax by the hand and started pulling him over towards his parked motorcycle on the street. The way Jax’s face twisted into something surprised had you laughing softly to yourself, fondly shaking your head at your daughter and how quickly she could take control of a situation. You assumed that was something she’d inherited from Jax.
Bringing your almost finished iced coffee back to your lips, you took a sip and tried to cool the heat creeping up the back of your neck as they headed over to his motorcycle. You caught bits and pieces of her questions as she began her onslaught of them, and you wondered what was running through Jax’s head with each one she shot his way. Especially with the way she was looking up at him with those wide eyes alight with curiosity and enthusiasm, her little hand still dragging him to his motorcycle.
Without warning, tears abruptly sprung forth in your eyes at seeing the pair of them together. You fought hard to blink them back, trying to quell the ambush of emotion before it could fully surface. But there was something about Emilia having absolutely no idea that the man answering all her eager questions was the very same father she’d been curiously asking you about recently, and you’d found yourself struck with some of your own indecipherable feelings watching them.
Sitting silently on the bench with your coffee, you observed both of them from a distance as they talked, trying to keep yourself composed. Jax had crouched down to her height once they’d gotten to his Harley, pointing at various things on his bike, but you were too far to hear what they were saying. Emilia would sometimes light up, animatedly saying something that clearly shocked Jax judging by the expressions he’d make. No doubt she was impressing him with her vast knowledge of motorcycles, a topic that completely baffled the hell out of you.
You watched them for a while bonding over the bike, each minute growing more increasingly aware of that weird pull you always felt around Jax. When you’d first felt it all those years ago, you’d chalked it up to an intense sexual attraction and left it at that. You assumed that was why you’d brought him home with you from the bar back then when that had been an entirely out of character thing for you to do. After you’d run into him again since moving to Charming, you assumed that was why you’d still felt that pull just as strongly as you had that night five years ago. He was undeniably attractive, even more now than back then, and you also knew how satisfying sex with him was after experiencing it firsthand. But seeing the way he was crouched in the grass being so patient with Em’s constant chatter right now–because she could really get going on a topic she liked–you wondered if there was more to it than just desire.
But that was not a topic you could explore further, not even within the safety of your own mind.
When you’d finished with your coffee, you stood up from the bench and walked over towards a nearby garbage bin to toss the cup. It wasn’t until you’d stopped focusing on Jax and Em that you noticed the odd shift at the park. All of the other mothers were no longer distracted by their phones and their books while just occasionally monitoring their children. Instead, they were watching you closely while sending Jax wary, distrustful looks as he showed Emilia his bike, their books and phones forgotten.
Tossing your empty cup into the garbage, a frown creased across your lips at the judgement and scrutiny that you could practically feel from their stares. Clearly, you were missing something when it came to the Sons of Anarchy. You’d heard enough about them in the halls at St. Thomas, especially when Chibs had been staying there after his accident. But while you’d been his nurse for those few days that he’d been recovering from his accident, you’d never felt that he was someone you needed to fear ever hurting you or your daughter. You got the same feeling about Jax. There was a dangerous aura about them, but nothing quite like that.
Maybe you were missing something, or maybe the town was just that distrusting of the outliers that lived here. Either way, he was still Em’s father and you’d intended to give him a chance to be in her life–so long as his presence never invited danger into your and Em’s lives in return. You hoped that his motorcycle club wouldn’t become an issue that eventually stood in the way of his relationship with her, whatever it was they did.
While you were making your way back to the bench, you heard Em loudly calling out to you. Looking over, you found her once more dragging Jax by the hand back through the grass and over towards you, bouncing so excitedly that she was practically skipping. The way his smile reached his eyes had a slightly stupid grin slipping onto your face before you could pull it back into something less embarrassing. Your thoughts quickly switched from his club to that flare of hope burning a little warmer in your chest at the sight of them together, catching just a few facts about his bike that Em rattled off in rapidfire to you as they approached.
“Wow, bunny,” you said, only somewhat catching something about a V-twin engine. “Sounds like you learned a lot.”
“I want a motorcycle!” Em exclaimed, dragging Jax towards you. “Just like that one!”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, having already heard this demand far too many times since you’d moved to Charming. “You’re too young, bunny. And you should learn to ride an actual bicycle first,” you told her. “That’s a little more important.”
“Can’t blame you for wantin’ one, sweetheart,” Jax said. They slowed to a stop when they reached you, and you caught the playful wink Jax sent her. “I wanted my own since I was your age. But like your mama said, I couldn’t get one ‘til I was older. You still got a few years to go.”
Your heart unexpectedly gave a jolt at hearing him call her ‘sweetheart’ so casually, noticing the way it made her smile grow brighter. When Em’s head whipped back in your direction, she was practically beaming. That was all the proof you needed to know that Jax had somehow just become her new favorite person in all of Charming. Before you could ask if Jax wanted to join you on the bench, Em opened her mouth and was already fixing you with another set of puppy dog eyes.
“Can he come to princess night?” she asked. “Please?”
Her request caught you so off guard that your mouth fell open and you floundered for an answer. Princess night generally consisted of Em dressing up in an over the top sparkly dress and picking out a Disney movie to watch while eating some unhealthy meal that you didn’t usually have to cook. And that was typically followed up with nail painting and doing each other’s hair. Somehow you highly doubted that the biker president would want to listen to Elsa belting out “Let It Go" while getting his fingernails painted a sparkly periwinkle.
“Oh, well,” you began, your eyes darting between a hopeful Emilia and a now confused Jax, “I–I imagine Jax has things going on tomorrow night, bunny. That’s sort of last minute and I’m sure he’s not available. Plus that’s probably not something he’d really want to–”
“I’m not busy tomorrow night, darlin’,” Jax said, cutting you off. When he caught the way your mouth snapped shut and your stare met his, he abruptly added, “Assumin’ it’s cool with you. I don’t wanna intrude or nothin’.”
The second Emilia let out a shrill squeal of excitement, you already knew there was no way you could turn Jax away. If she wanted him there that badly, and Jax was insisting on being available instead of taking the out you were offering, then you supposed you had a third princess for princess night in the shape of a tall, blonde biker.
“Alright,” you relented, weakly shrugging your shoulders. “Suppose if he wants to come, he can come.”
Emilia hopped up and down excitedly as she spun towards Jax, still tightly clutching his hand in both of hers. To your surprise, he didn’t look remotely terrified of the unrestrained exuberance of the four year old girl currently attached to his hand.
“It’ll be so fun!” she told him, the words spilling out of her in a rush. “We always watch movies and eat lots of food and we–”
She didn’t have a chance to finish listing off her plans for princess night because a few of the kids at the playground began calling her name, waving her over to join them for a game of tag. Considering she still had the attention span of the average child, she released Jax’s hand and bolted across the playground to go join the others for the game that was beginning with an abrupt goodbye, leaving you alone with Jax and quickly ending that discussion.
“How do you keep up with her?” Jax questioned, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction Em had bolted in. “Or is she not always like that?”
You grinned, leading the pair of you back over to the bench. “That’s generally how she is unless she’s having a bad day,” you told him. “She’s much calmer if she’s tired or sad. But my only defense is lots and lots of coffee. Or bringing her to the park so that other kids can wear her out, because I certainly can’t.”
Jax settled down onto the bench beside you, intentionally leaving a good bit of distance between you both. You became acutely aware of him, watching him slouch back against the backrest, his thighs spreading open wide as he slung an arm over the back of the bench, his hand less than a foot from your shoulder. The urge to scoot closer to his side struck you like an irritating itch, but you promptly ignored it.
“So how’re you handling things so far?” you asked him. “Still freaking out about the whole dad thing, or…?”
His attention was fixed straight ahead, a small grin playing at his lips as he watched Emilia on the playground. “A little,” he admitted. “But somehow it feels a little less terrifyin’ after meeting her. She’s just so…” He shot you a sidelong look as he trailed off, that lopsided grin on his face making your heart thud. “She knows so much ‘bout Harleys. I swear she knows more about ‘em than some of the guys workin’ at the garage. How the hell is she so damn smart?”
You pulled a face, shaking your head. “Not a clue,” you answered truthfully. “When it comes to something she’s interested in, she absorbs everything she can like a sponge. I’ve read her countless books about motorcycles that we’ve gotten at the library, but I can’t even retain half of that stuff. Somehow she always tries to make sense of it. It never ceases to impress me, either.”
Jax hummed thoughtfully, his gaze following Emilia as she darted around the swings trying to escape the little girl who was currently ‘it’ in their game of tag. You glanced over, noticing that Jax’s knee had inched closer to your thigh. You wondered if he was as aware of his proximity as you were.
“Gonna guess she got the brains from you,” he mused quietly.
Your gaze slowly trailed away from his knee, traveling up his body in that relaxed posture he’d settled along the bench with until it landed on his face. His attention shifted from Emilia over on the playground to you, his stare meeting yours with a quiet intensity. The lopsided smile faded into something softer, and you felt your skin prickling and your stomach doing odd little flutters the longer he held your eyes captive.
Because there it was again, that odd pull towards him. The air between you two felt heated and thick with something that didn’t generally linger between just any two people. As the silence stretched on between you both, you found yourself forgetting whatever he’d just said, too busy getting lost in the ocean of his eyes which seemed to change colors in the sunlight.
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring until he cut the moment short, finally looking away and focusing back on the playground. Swallowing thickly, you tried to ignore the heat burning up through your cheeks as you found Emilia hurtling herself down a slide with a shriek of laughter. It appeared as if she was the one trying to do the tagging now, and you attempted to distract yourself with that instead of the odd way your body was responding to Jax.
“So what the hell is princess night anyway?” Jax asked, breaking the tension.
Despite the strange moment that had just transpired between you both, a laugh bubbled up out of you. He’d agreed to come to something without having the slightest clue what he’d agreed to, and you couldn’t wait to see how that would pan out for him in the end.
“It’s a night that I started with her almost a year ago,” you explained. “It was just meant to make one night a week easier on me because it’s fast food or an easy dinner, so I don’t really have to cook, but I thought it’d be more fun if we watched Disney movies and painted our nails. So over time it became a whole thing.”
“Okay, well I ain’t doin’ that when I come over,” he stated with a shake of his head.
An amused snort met his firm refusal. “Yeah, okay,” you sarcastically replied. “Good luck convincing Em of that. I’ve got a feeling she’s going to want to stick bows in your hair, Rapunzel.”
Jax rolled his eyes, a grin stretching over his lips as he watched Em running around the playground. “Ain’t happenin’,” he repeated. “I ain’t that kinda guy. I don’t do bows, not even for little girls.”
Giving him a sideways glance, you took in the wide grin on his face and the way his eyes were tracking Em across the playground. He was watching her with the same spark of wonder and intrigue that you always saw play across Em’s face when she spotted a group of motorcycles riding down the road. A low hum vibrated in the back of your throat, not entirely as convinced about that as he sounded.
“Guess we’ll see tomorrow night,” you said. Biting your lip, you felt a grin tugging at your lips before you blurted out a teasing, “Rapunzel.”
His blue eyes shot away from Em, landing on you at the playful jab. His brows rose up onto his forehead, his lips curving into something cheeky that had your stomach doing some dangerous somersaults. It hit you hard in that moment–seeing him as just Emilia’s father might prove more difficult than you’d initially thought.
Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 5.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]
Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax
a/n: The chapter I've kept y'all waiting for is finally here! Feedback (reblogs/comments/likes) is always appreciated!
Bright laughter and the soft chatter of birds perched in the towering trees blended serenely together in the warm afternoon. You sat partially covered in shade on a park bench, the leaves of the nearby tree rustling in a gentle breeze as you stretched your legs out along the sidewalk which spanned the perimeter of the playground. But as you shifted against the wood, crossing one ankle over the other, your index finger tapped a nervous rhythm against the iced coffee in your hand.
Fortunately, Emilia was completely unaware of your growing anxiety, too busy playing on the playground with the other children to have noticed your unusual mood today. Your foot absently bounced as you watched her, nerves shooting through you in anticipation of the upcoming introduction between her and Jax. Your stomach gave another uncomfortable swoop at the thought of them finally meeting after all these years.
Bringing the coffee cup slick with condensation to your lips, you sipped on it while the mid-day sun bathed your bare legs in its warmth. But the caffeine failed to ease the nauseating twist of your insides, and your foot bounced a little faster, moving in tandem with the elevated beat of your heart. Across the park, Emilia ducked around a slide and crouched down behind it, a wide smile drawn over her face. She was completely oblivious to the significance of coming here today, looking as carefree as you wished you could feel.
Her giggle drifted towards you as a few of the other little kids began hiding in various spots around the playground while one little boy wandered in search of them. The corner of your lips curved at the comical sight of them attempting to play a game of hide-and-seek when they didn't quite grasp the concept of keeping quiet and staying hidden. You spotted a few kids peeking their heads out of their hiding places before laughing loudly and ducking back into their spot.
As a few more minutes gradually passed, you slid your phone out of your pocket just enough to check the time on the screen.You still had yet to hear anything from Jax. You’d checked your phone every few minutes ever since you'd finished your shift at St. Thomas and headed to the park, but he hadn’t called or sent a single text. He hadn’t even responded to the one you’d sent him when you’d swung by the little cafe downtown to grab yourself a coffee. There was still no sign of him anywhere, no proof that he even remembered agreeing to this meeting.
Teeth anxiously sinking into your bottom lip, you chewed nervously on it as your foot bounced a little faster atop the other one. Had Jax talked himself out of coming to meet her in the end? Had he gotten cold feet about actually wanting to be in his daughter’s life, letting his fears get the better of him? He hadn't contacted you at all today, hadn't acknowledged that text you’d sent a bit ago telling him that you would be at the park soon. Considering how he'd initially reacted to the news about Em when you’d told him he had a daughter, the idea of him bailing at the last minute on you both didn’t seem completely out of the realm of possibility.
Slipping your phone back into your pocket with a defeated sigh, you focused back on the playground. Em was peering around the slide now, searching for the little boy who was still looking for everyone playing their game of hide-and-seek. Eyes wandering around the park, you observed the other moms stationed along the handful of benches and picnic tables. Most of them were either looking at their phones or reading a book, occasionally glancing up long enough to locate their kid before going back to what they were doing.
Bringing your iced coffee back to your lips, you took another long drink as you tried to calm the nervous bouncing of your foot, forcing it to remain still as your toes curled inside your shoes in protest. This was exactly why you hadn’t told Em that you'd planned to meet anyone here today, because you didn't want her to be disappointed if Jax didn't come. Even if she would’ve had no idea who was really coming to see you, you hadn’t wanted to give Jax the opportunity to let her down.
But you could feel your heart steadily wilting inside of your chest at his glaring absence. How long were you supposed to wait for him before you finally gave up and accepted the fact that he'd changed his mind? You'd arrived here twenty minutes ago, eventually you’d need to get Em back home so that you could make dinner before starting the typical bath and bedtime routine. You couldn't stay here all afternoon hoping he would eventually show.
Lowering your iced coffee to your lap, the condensation along the bottom of the plastic cup dampened the top of your thigh. Maybe it was foolish that you’d ever gotten your hopes up in the first place believing that Jax would’ve wanted to be in Em's life. But he'd seemed so genuinely interested in learning about her yesterday morning at the diner, and he’d sounded so earnest to meet her, that you were certain he’d already be here waiting for the both of you when you’d arrived. Or at the very least, that he’d acknowledge your text and let you know that he was on his way to the park.
You supposed it was quite likely that he’d changed his mind, and maybe that meant it would always just be you and Em. You thought you'd accepted that reality years ago, but having fate unexpectedly throw Jax back into your lives had felt significant. You hoped it meant that things were meant to change, hoped that it meant Emilia would finally get to know her father and that you wouldn’t be so alone in parenting her. But maybe it was ridiculous to have been so hopeful when you should’ve just known that meeting him again was merely an odd coincidence instead of something as profound as fate.
With your faith in Jax steadily dwindling, you spiraled deeper into the disappointing loop of thoughts plaguing your mind until the distant rumble of an approaching motorcycle tore through the peaceful afternoon. The telltale growl grew louder, making its way towards the little park in downtown Charming. Inhaling a sudden breath, you straightened on the bench as you held it. Just because you’d heard a bike didn’t necessarily mean that it was Jax, even if it sounded like a single motorcycle and not a group of them like you'd grown accustomed to hearing around town.
Every one of the other moms at the park visibly stiffened where they sat, their heads darting up almost simultaneously. The noise of a bike drawing so near had caught their attention like a neon sign flashing a warning over the playground. Each of them had grown tense, their eyes finding their children on the playground and watching them with far more caution than they'd been doing a minute ago. With how the majority of Charming reacted towards the Sons, and now after witnessing the other moms’ very curious reactions, you’d begun to wonder who exactly Emilia’s father actually was–though that would take longer than one afternoon to unpack.
When the motorcycle finally pulled up next to the park, you turned your head over your shoulder. You recognized the leather kutte before catching sight of the blonde hair peeking out from beneath the man's helmet. Relief washed over you in waves, and you finally exhaled the breath you'd been holding, the fear of Jax not showing draining straight from your body. The smallest smile slipped onto your face, grateful that he'd turned up after all and that he hadn’t left you hanging.
Jax slowly rolled his bike to a stop beside the curb before throwing the kickstand down and cutting the engine. An eerie silence temporarily swallowed the entire park as the roar of his motorcycle quieted, leaving you far too aware of the sound of your blood rushing through your veins. Even the birds briefly grew still as if sensing something dangerous, their chatter temporarily ceasing in the trees. But the moment passed quickly, and the sounds of kids playing and laughing soon resumed.
Jax undid the buckle of his helmet, removing it and hanging it over the handlebar of his bike. Both of his hands took their time running through his hair afterwards, his fingers smoothing the pieces that’d fallen out of place during his ride, putting them back where they belonged. He easily swung his leg over his bike afterwards, his golden hair catching the sunlight as he dismounted his Harley.
You were so distracted with his arrival, mesmerized by the little gestures of him putting himself back together, that you hadn’t realized you'd been staring. You also hadn't noticed that you were no longer alone on the bench, unaware that Em had suddenly hopped up onto it beside you until her small voice caused you to jump. Your grip instinctively tightened around the plastic coffee cup in your hand, squeezing it so hard that a bit of coffee splashed up onto the lid.
“Mama, look!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at where you were already looking. “It's a Harley!”
“Yeah, bunny,” you agreed, trying to calm the racing of your heart from both of their sudden appearances. Watching Jax had surprisingly caused your pulse to quicken for more reasons than just nerves. “It is a Harley.”
Tearing your eyes away from Jax as he stepped around the front of his bike, you glanced down to see Emilia kneeling backwards on the bench. Both of her hands were holding onto the backrest as she bounced excitedly on her knees, her eyes lingering on the man that she had no idea was actually her father.
“Can I go see it?” she asked. Her head darted swiftly towards you before she fixed you with her pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please? Please?”
The corner of your lip twitched at her excitement, the sight of it somewhat calming the nerves that had been eating away at you all day today. Jax was here now, and Em would no doubt find a way to break the ice with him, especially if she got to talk about his bike. It seemed like the perfect way to let them get to know each other, even if Jax had absolutely no idea what he was in for with her enthusiasm for motorcycles.
“Well, maybe,” you answered carefully. “But only because he's uh–”
Breaking off, your mouth hung open as you tried to figure out how to address this situation with her. You’d not told her that you were meeting anyone at the park today solely because you didn’t want her disappointed if Jax did bail on the initial plans. And you’d already agreed with Jax yesterday morning that he wouldn’t be ‘dad’ to her just yet, but that he’d initially be introduced to her as one of your friends. Now you needed to figure out how to navigate that part with her.
“He uh, he's actually someone that I wanted you to meet today,” you awkwardly finished.
Her little brows furrowed adorably together in confusion at the strained smile that had spread over your face. Tipping her head to the side, she stared up at you like she was trying hard to understand what you meant, because Jax wasn’t arriving with a kid for a playdate. Her confusion made sense considering you'd never introduced her to a man before. Not like this. Usually meeting someone at the park meant another mom and someone for her to play with, or sometimes back in Fresno you invited a friend who would hang out with you while she played on the playground. So this was…different.
“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked.
A nervous laugh fell out of you before you quickly shook your head at the question. Of course she would think that, it was the most logical leap for her to make, but you didn't want that idea planting itself in her mind. As much as you missed the idea of having someone to rely on instead of always having to be the one relied on, you knew that wasn't possible. Not with Jax, not now. And it wasn't as if you knew him well enough to know whether you'd even want that with him down the road, either.
“No,” you answered her. “He's just a new friend I made while I was working at the hospital. He wanted to come visit with us this afternoon. Is that okay?”
Emilia nodded her head enthusiastically, a toothy grin spreading over her face. “Yeah!” she exclaimed. “I like making new friends!”
Turning her attention back to where Jax was sauntering through the grass and towards the park bench where you both sat, Em abruptly stood up on the bench beside you. She raised one hand in the air and started waving wildly at him in greeting, the beaded bracelets on her wrists lightly clacking together as she did.
Looking back over your shoulder, your own gaze found its way back to Jax. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and there was a tiny, lopsided smile sliding onto his face directed at Emilia. Your heart tightened at the sight of it. Despite the nervous edge to him, you could see something else lingering in his gaze as he neared, and it melted the rest of those fears you’d had of him skipping out on you and Em.
“Hey,” you greeted him. “Glad you could make it.”
Jax's gaze shifted to you when you'd spoken, nodding his head back at you in greeting. But his attention returned to your daughter as he gradually came to a stop right behind the bench, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.
“Sorry, busy morning. Got held up a little,” he explained, still smiling down at Em. “But I wasn't gonna miss hangin’ out for a bit.”
Em didn't hesitate to reach her little hand out past the back of the bench where she stood, a warm smile on her face as she looked up at Jax. There wasn’t the slightest hint of intimidation in the friendly way she grinned up at him, even when she was faced with the leather and his tattoos. That seemed to throw Jax off, and his brows creased together as he looked down at her extended hand.
“Hi,” she chirped brightly. “I'm Emilia. You’re mama’s new friend?”
Jax’s eyes flickered briefly over to you, one brow slightly arching onto his forehead in obvious hesitantce. The smile grew on your face as you shrugged a shoulder back at him, the gesture saying ‘I told you she’s outgoing.’ You’d forewarned him that Em lacked a fear of strangers, and now he was about to experience that firsthand.
“Yeah, I am,” Jax answered slowly, switching his attention back down to Emilia. He reached out, his large hand engulfing her smaller one as he shook it gently. “I’m Jax.”
When he released her hand, she immediately peered around him on the bench, craning her neck as her attention fell back on his bike parked beside the curb. Her eyes widened in glee as she leaned over the back of the bench, pointing a finger at the Harley he’d just ridden to the park on.
“Is that yours?” she asked him.
Jax turned his head over his shoulder, following where her little finger was pointing. His mouth curled into a broad smile before his head swiveled back towards her. A glint of pride flickered in his eyes as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She’s mine.”
“Can I see it?”
Emilia’s question came almost before Jax had finished answering, her excitement drawing a low chuckle out of him. Biting your bottom lip, you tried to contain the smile on your face, but your cheeks already ached at the effort. You’d had a feeling that Emilia would be all over his motorcycle the second she spotted it, and you swore you could already feel the countless questions about to bubble up out of her mouth as she waited impatiently for Jax’s answer.
“I suppose that depends,” Jax carefully replied. Glancing back at you, both of his brows faintly rose onto his forehead. “Is that alright with mom?”
An intense surge of warmth unexpectedly tingled its way up your spine at hearing Jax call you ‘mom’ so casually to your shared daughter. The sensation threw you off entirely, your stomach clenching as both of them questioningly watched you and waited for an answer. Emilia was still hopping up and down on the bench in her pink Nikes, her eyes wide as she kept repeating a quiet string of ‘please, please, please, please’ while Jax’s head tipped curiously to the side at your extended pause. Tongue slipping out to wet your dry lips, you forced a smile onto your face as you nodded, clearing your throat.
“Yeah, that’s–that’s fine,” you said, embarrassed by the faint breathlessness to your words. “Just uh, just as long as you don’t let her convince you to take her on a ride.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’,” Jax said, shooting you a wink. “I know better than that.”
Emilia let out an excited squeal that drew Jax’s attention straight to her as she hopped off the bench. You were grateful she’d drawn his eyes away from you, not wanting him to notice the way he’d just flustered you. You’d surprisingly liked hearing him call you ‘mom’ to Emilia far more than you should’ve, and that wink he’d given you wasn’t helping matters. But all those feelings he’d just stirred up inside of you were dangerous. You were only supposed to be friends. The sexual attraction that still lingered between you both needed to be pushed aside for Emilia’s sake.
In true Emilia fashion, your four year old confidently grabbed Jax by the hand and started pulling him over towards his parked motorcycle on the street. The way Jax’s face twisted into something surprised had you laughing softly to yourself, fondly shaking your head at your daughter and how quickly she could take control of a situation. You assumed that was something she’d inherited from Jax.
Bringing your almost finished iced coffee back to your lips, you took a sip and tried to cool the heat creeping up the back of your neck as they headed over to his motorcycle. You caught bits and pieces of her questions as she began her onslaught of them, and you wondered what was running through Jax’s head with each one she shot his way. Especially with the way she was looking up at him with those wide eyes alight with curiosity and enthusiasm, her little hand still dragging him to his motorcycle.
Without warning, tears abruptly sprung forth in your eyes at seeing the pair of them together. You fought hard to blink them back, trying to quell the ambush of emotion before it could fully surface. But there was something about Emilia having absolutely no idea that the man answering all her eager questions was the very same father she’d been curiously asking you about recently, and you’d found yourself struck with some of your own indecipherable feelings watching them.
Sitting silently on the bench with your coffee, you observed both of them from a distance as they talked, trying to keep yourself composed. Jax had crouched down to her height once they’d gotten to his Harley, pointing at various things on his bike, but you were too far to hear what they were saying. Emilia would sometimes light up, animatedly saying something that clearly shocked Jax judging by the expressions he’d make. No doubt she was impressing him with her vast knowledge of motorcycles, a topic that completely baffled the hell out of you.
You watched them for a while bonding over the bike, each minute growing more increasingly aware of that weird pull you always felt around Jax. When you’d first felt it all those years ago, you’d chalked it up to an intense sexual attraction and left it at that. You assumed that was why you’d brought him home with you from the bar back then when that had been an entirely out of character thing for you to do. After you’d run into him again since moving to Charming, you assumed that was why you’d still felt that pull just as strongly as you had that night five years ago. He was undeniably attractive, even more now than back then, and you also knew how satisfying sex with him was after experiencing it firsthand. But seeing the way he was crouched in the grass being so patient with Em’s constant chatter right now–because she could really get going on a topic she liked–you wondered if there was more to it than just desire.
But that was not a topic you could explore further, not even within the safety of your own mind.
When you’d finished with your coffee, you stood up from the bench and walked over towards a nearby garbage bin to toss the cup. It wasn’t until you’d stopped focusing on Jax and Em that you noticed the odd shift at the park. All of the other mothers were no longer distracted by their phones and their books while just occasionally monitoring their children. Instead, they were watching you closely while sending Jax wary, distrustful looks as he showed Emilia his bike, their books and phones forgotten.
Tossing your empty cup into the garbage, a frown creased across your lips at the judgement and scrutiny that you could practically feel from their stares. Clearly, you were missing something when it came to the Sons of Anarchy. You’d heard enough about them in the halls at St. Thomas, especially when Chibs had been staying there after his accident. But while you’d been his nurse for those few days that he’d been recovering from his accident, you’d never felt that he was someone you needed to fear ever hurting you or your daughter. You got the same feeling about Jax. There was a dangerous aura about them, but nothing quite like that.
Maybe you were missing something, or maybe the town was just that distrusting of the outliers that lived here. Either way, he was still Em’s father and you’d intended to give him a chance to be in her life–so long as his presence never invited danger into your and Em’s lives in return. You hoped that his motorcycle club wouldn’t become an issue that eventually stood in the way of his relationship with her, whatever it was they did.
While you were making your way back to the bench, you heard Em loudly calling out to you. Looking over, you found her once more dragging Jax by the hand back through the grass and over towards you, bouncing so excitedly that she was practically skipping. The way his smile reached his eyes had a slightly stupid grin slipping onto your face before you could pull it back into something less embarrassing. Your thoughts quickly switched from his club to that flare of hope burning a little warmer in your chest at the sight of them together, catching just a few facts about his bike that Em rattled off in rapidfire to you as they approached.
“Wow, bunny,” you said, only somewhat catching something about a V-twin engine. “Sounds like you learned a lot.”
“I want a motorcycle!” Em exclaimed, dragging Jax towards you. “Just like that one!”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, having already heard this demand far too many times since you’d moved to Charming. “You’re too young, bunny. And you should learn to ride an actual bicycle first,” you told her. “That’s a little more important.”
“Can’t blame you for wantin’ one, sweetheart,” Jax said. They slowed to a stop when they reached you, and you caught the playful wink Jax sent her. “I wanted my own since I was your age. But like your mama said, I couldn’t get one ‘til I was older. You still got a few years to go.”
Your heart unexpectedly gave a jolt at hearing him call her ‘sweetheart’ so casually, noticing the way it made her smile grow brighter. When Em’s head whipped back in your direction, she was practically beaming. That was all the proof you needed to know that Jax had somehow just become her new favorite person in all of Charming. Before you could ask if Jax wanted to join you on the bench, Em opened her mouth and was already fixing you with another set of puppy dog eyes.
“Can he come to princess night?” she asked. “Please?”
Her request caught you so off guard that your mouth fell open and you floundered for an answer. Princess night generally consisted of Em dressing up in an over the top sparkly dress and picking out a Disney movie to watch while eating some unhealthy meal that you didn’t usually have to cook. And that was typically followed up with nail painting and doing each other’s hair. Somehow you highly doubted that the biker president would want to listen to Elsa belting out “Let It Go" while getting his fingernails painted a sparkly periwinkle.
“Oh, well,” you began, your eyes darting between a hopeful Emilia and a now confused Jax, “I–I imagine Jax has things going on tomorrow night, bunny. That’s sort of last minute and I’m sure he’s not available. Plus that’s probably not something he’d really want to–”
“I’m not busy tomorrow night, darlin’,” Jax said, cutting you off. When he caught the way your mouth snapped shut and your stare met his, he abruptly added, “Assumin’ it’s cool with you. I don’t wanna intrude or nothin’.”
The second Emilia let out a shrill squeal of excitement, you already knew there was no way you could turn Jax away. If she wanted him there that badly, and Jax was insisting on being available instead of taking the out you were offering, then you supposed you had a third princess for princess night in the shape of a tall, blonde biker.
“Alright,” you relented, weakly shrugging your shoulders. “Suppose if he wants to come, he can come.”
Emilia hopped up and down excitedly as she spun towards Jax, still tightly clutching his hand in both of hers. To your surprise, he didn’t look remotely terrified of the unrestrained exuberance of the four year old girl currently attached to his hand.
“It’ll be so fun!” she told him, the words spilling out of her in a rush. “We always watch movies and eat lots of food and we–”
She didn’t have a chance to finish listing off her plans for princess night because a few of the kids at the playground began calling her name, waving her over to join them for a game of tag. Considering she still had the attention span of the average child, she released Jax’s hand and bolted across the playground to go join the others for the game that was beginning with an abrupt goodbye, leaving you alone with Jax and quickly ending that discussion.
“How do you keep up with her?” Jax questioned, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction Em had bolted in. “Or is she not always like that?”
You grinned, leading the pair of you back over to the bench. “That’s generally how she is unless she’s having a bad day,” you told him. “She’s much calmer if she’s tired or sad. But my only defense is lots and lots of coffee. Or bringing her to the park so that other kids can wear her out, because I certainly can’t.”
Jax settled down onto the bench beside you, intentionally leaving a good bit of distance between you both. You became acutely aware of him, watching him slouch back against the backrest, his thighs spreading open wide as he slung an arm over the back of the bench, his hand less than a foot from your shoulder. The urge to scoot closer to his side struck you like an irritating itch, but you promptly ignored it.
“So how’re you handling things so far?” you asked him. “Still freaking out about the whole dad thing, or…?”
His attention was fixed straight ahead, a small grin playing at his lips as he watched Emilia on the playground. “A little,” he admitted. “But somehow it feels a little less terrifyin’ after meeting her. She’s just so…” He shot you a sidelong look as he trailed off, that lopsided grin on his face making your heart thud. “She knows so much ‘bout Harleys. I swear she knows more about ‘em than some of the guys workin’ at the garage. How the hell is she so damn smart?”
You pulled a face, shaking your head. “Not a clue,” you answered truthfully. “When it comes to something she’s interested in, she absorbs everything she can like a sponge. I’ve read her countless books about motorcycles that we’ve gotten at the library, but I can’t even retain half of that stuff. Somehow she always tries to make sense of it. It never ceases to impress me, either.”
Jax hummed thoughtfully, his gaze following Emilia as she darted around the swings trying to escape the little girl who was currently ‘it’ in their game of tag. You glanced over, noticing that Jax’s knee had inched closer to your thigh. You wondered if he was as aware of his proximity as you were.
“Gonna guess she got the brains from you,” he mused quietly.
Your gaze slowly trailed away from his knee, traveling up his body in that relaxed posture he’d settled along the bench with until it landed on his face. His attention shifted from Emilia over on the playground to you, his stare meeting yours with a quiet intensity. The lopsided smile faded into something softer, and you felt your skin prickling and your stomach doing odd little flutters the longer he held your eyes captive.
Because there it was again, that odd pull towards him. The air between you two felt heated and thick with something that didn’t generally linger between just any two people. As the silence stretched on between you both, you found yourself forgetting whatever he’d just said, too busy getting lost in the ocean of his eyes which seemed to change colors in the sunlight.
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring until he cut the moment short, finally looking away and focusing back on the playground. Swallowing thickly, you tried to ignore the heat burning up through your cheeks as you found Emilia hurtling herself down a slide with a shriek of laughter. It appeared as if she was the one trying to do the tagging now, and you attempted to distract yourself with that instead of the odd way your body was responding to Jax.
“So what the hell is princess night anyway?” Jax asked, breaking the tension.
Despite the strange moment that had just transpired between you both, a laugh bubbled up out of you. He’d agreed to come to something without having the slightest clue what he’d agreed to, and you couldn’t wait to see how that would pan out for him in the end.
“It’s a night that I started with her almost a year ago,” you explained. “It was just meant to make one night a week easier on me because it’s fast food or an easy dinner, so I don’t really have to cook, but I thought it’d be more fun if we watched Disney movies and painted our nails. So over time it became a whole thing.”
“Okay, well I ain’t doin’ that when I come over,” he stated with a shake of his head.
An amused snort met his firm refusal. “Yeah, okay,” you sarcastically replied. “Good luck convincing Em of that. I’ve got a feeling she’s going to want to stick bows in your hair, Rapunzel.”
Jax rolled his eyes, a grin stretching over his lips as he watched Em running around the playground. “Ain’t happenin’,” he repeated. “I ain’t that kinda guy. I don’t do bows, not even for little girls.”
Giving him a sideways glance, you took in the wide grin on his face and the way his eyes were tracking Em across the playground. He was watching her with the same spark of wonder and intrigue that you always saw play across Em’s face when she spotted a group of motorcycles riding down the road. A low hum vibrated in the back of your throat, not entirely as convinced about that as he sounded.
“Guess we’ll see tomorrow night,” you said. Biting your lip, you felt a grin tugging at your lips before you blurted out a teasing, “Rapunzel.”
His blue eyes shot away from Em, landing on you at the playful jab. His brows rose up onto his forehead, his lips curving into something cheeky that had your stomach doing some dangerous somersaults. It hit you hard in that moment–seeing him as just Emilia’s father might prove more difficult than you’d initially thought.
