Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.
Link to Waking Up In Vegas
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It’s been six months since my mum passed away and I one thing I know for sure is, you need to have support even if it’s just one true friend or a partner.
I don’t have either. When I say I literally lost everything when my mum passed, I mean everything. Yes I’ve got family but they have their own family’s and lives, and even when mum was alive we weren’t all that close.
I never thought that grief would be so lonely.
I haven’t really allowed myself to grieve my mum, cause being alone and not in a financial position to take time off work or to slow down, I’ve had to keep moving, I’ve had to keep surviving. Knowing I don’t have a support system is one of the scariest things because if I stumble I’ll lose what little I have left.
I honestly can’t believe how quickly people stop checking in.
Lose mum was a sad moment in their lives but losing her is for the rest of mine.
synopsis; jax spent years convincing himself he moved on. Then you walked back into the clubhouse, and every lie he'd told himself came crashing down. Now caught between the life he built and the woman he never stopped wanting, he must decide what—and who—he's willing to fight for.
tw/cw; Mature themes, Strong language, Canon-typical Sons of Anarchy violence, Criminal activity, Jealousy, Relationship conflict, Emotional angst, Possessive behavior, Love triangle elements, Second-chance romance, Infidelity.
rating. 18+ explicit I
aus; exes to lovers, second chance romance, old flames, childhood best friends, returning home...
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For a moment, you just stand there, breathing each other in, the world fading away. And then you hear it, a door opening and then footsteps on gravel.
You pull back, and when you look across the lot, Tara is standing there, her expression unreadable but her posture tense. She knows. She's always known. Jax was never entirely hers, not in the way he was yours.
Jax doesn't move. His hand is still on your waist, his body still angled toward you, and when you glance at him, you see it—the conflict in his eyes, the yearning, the inevitability of what's happening between you.
"Jax," Tara calls, her voice tight.
He doesn't answer right away. His gaze stays locked on you, his fingers tensing on your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.
"I should go," you say softly, even though every part of you wants to stay.
"Don't," he says, and the desperation in his voice nearly undoes you. Those blue eyes that haven't changed a bit except for the grief that wasn't there before.
But you step back, putting space between you, and the loss of his touch feels like a physical ache.
"Goodnight, Jax," you say softly, and then you're walking away, your heart pounding and mind racing.
Behind you, you hear Tara's voice, sharp and accusing; you know she's worried, and she has every reason to be.
Because tonight, Jax wasn't hers. Not entirely. Not when his fingers had tightened on your waist after hearing her voice, and you knew this was only the beginning.
summary; Jax meets Eleanor the new kindergarten teacher who seems to have a secret and he just loves unraveling a mysterious woman.
warnings; mentions of coercive control and hinting to previous domestic situation.
word count; 1529
authors note; This is my first actual oc story, i'm used to doing all x reader stuff so i hope it was okay? please let me know what you think and i hope you enjoy!
Eleanor Darcy adjusted the rear view mirror for the third time in five minutes, her blue eyes flicking between the road ahead and her son bouncing in the booster seat behind her. The California sun filtered through the dusty windshield of their old Honda Civic, warm and deceptively peaceful.
It had only been two and a half weeks since they’d arrived in Charming, but the little town already felt like the closest thing to safety she’d known in years.
Still, safety was a fragile word—one she didn’t quite trust yet.
“Mommy, are we almost done?” Noah asked, kicking his small sneakers against the seat.
“Almost, baby. Just grabbing gas and then we’ll go home and make those dinosaur chicken nuggets you like.”
Noah let out a happy squeal that made her heart squeeze. At five years old, he was all mischief and politeness wrapped in one tiny package—brown hair constantly messy, big brown eyes full of wonder. He clutched his beloved green T-Rex tightly, making it “roar” every few seconds. Watching him like this—so carefree—made every terrifying mile they’d driven from Illinois worth it.
She’d left with almost nothing. A few suitcases, Noah’s favorite toys, and the acceptance letter for the kindergarten teaching position at Charming Elementary. Joseph didn’t know where they were. At least, she prayed he didn’t.
The gas station came into view on the outskirts of town, where the gas was a little cheaper. Eleanor pulled in and parked at the pump, the faint scent of gasoline and warm asphalt filling the air as she stepped out.
After filling up her car with the money she had tucked away out of her last paycheck, she heard Noah begging to get out, and after a quick scan of the lot, she unbuckled him.
Holding his hand tight, she walked into the store where a young girl was at the counter. A full tank of gas, a $2 Paw Patrol comic, and a chocolate bar later, they were stepping back outside.
That’s when he saw them.
“Mommy! Look!” Noah’s voice rose with pure awe as he pointed toward the side of the building. A row of motorcycles gleamed under the afternoon light—black, chrome, and leather, all dangerous beauty lined up like sleeping dragons. “Motorcycles! Real ones!”
Eleanor’s stomach did a nervous flip. A group of men in leather vests stood nearby, talking and laughing. The grim reaper logo on their backs sent a chill down her spine. Sons of Anarchy. She’d heard the name whispered at the grocery store and in the staff lounge at school.
Outlaws. Dangerous. The kind of men she should stay far away from.
But Noah was already tugging on her hand, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Can we go look? Please, Mommy? I promise I won’t touch.”
She hesitated, biting her lip. Part of her wanted to say no and get back in the car. But Noah had lost so much already—his sense of safety, his friends, the innocence he should still have at his age. Moments like this, where he could just be a little boy who loved bikes and dinosaurs, were rare.
“Okay,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. “But you stay right by me. No running off.”
“Yes, mama!” He gave her that polite little nod that always melted her.
They walked over slowly. The bikes were even more impressive up close—shiny chrome pipes, custom paint jobs, the low rumble of one still cooling down. Noah stopped a few feet away, staring like he’d found buried treasure.
“Wow… that one has flames painted on it,” he whispered, pointing. “Rexy would love to ride that.”
Eleanor smiled despite herself, brushing a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. “I bet he would.”
A deep, amused chuckle came from behind them.
“Sounds like we’ve got a future biker in the making.”
Eleanor turned quickly, her heart jumping into her throat. A tall blond man was walking toward them, his stride confident but not aggressive. He had striking blue eyes, a light scruff on his jaw, and a leather cut that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. The President patch on his chest made her mouth go dry.
Jax Teller.
She’d seen him riding through town once before, but never this close. He was… ridiculously handsome. The kind of handsome that made her feel warm and uneasy all at once.
Noah looked up at the stranger with zero fear. “I like bikes. The loud ones are the best. My T-Rex would ride one if he was big enough.”
Jax crouched down to Noah’s eye level, a genuine smile spreading across his face. It softened his rough edges and made him look almost approachable. “A T-Rex on a Harley? Hell, I’d ride next to him any day.” He nodded at the green dinosaur in Noah’s hand. “What’s his name?”
“Rexy,” Noah said proudly, holding the toy up.
“Solid name, little man.” Jax bumped fists with Noah, who giggled like it was the coolest thing ever.
Eleanor watched the exchange, her chest tightening with a confusing mix of emotions. Warmth at how gentle Jax was being with her son. Fear because this man was clearly part of something dangerous. And something else—something fluttery and unfamiliar—that made her cheeks feel warm.
Stop it, she scolded herself. You ran away from one controlling man. The last thing you need is to get tangled up with another.
When Jax stood back up, his blue eyes met hers directly. There was curiosity there, and definite interest. He studied her for a moment—taking in her soft features, the way she protectively kept Noah close, the hesitation in her posture.
“I’m Jax,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like warm whiskey.
“Eleanor,” she replied quietly. “This is my son, Noah. We just moved here.” she added after.
“Nice to meet you both.” Jax’s gaze lingered on her face. She was pretty—really pretty. Warm brown hair, striking blue eyes, and a gentle kindness that felt rare in his world. But she was guarded. He could see it in the slight tension of her shoulders, the way her fingers never fully relaxed around her son’s hand.
Noah tugged Eleanor’s arm again. “Mommy, can I look at the tires closer?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but Jax spoke first, keeping his tone light.
“You know, I’ve got a son about his age. Abel. Five years old, full of energy, loves being outside.” He glanced between them. “They might hit it off. There’s a park not far from here—good swings, plenty of space to run around. No pressure, but if you’re new in town, it might be nice for the kids.”
Eleanor’s mind raced. A playdate? With a motorcycle club president? She could already imagine what Joseph would say if he knew. The accusations. The anger. The way he’d twist it into proof that she was a terrible mother.
But Noah was looking up at her with those big, hopeful eyes, clutching Rexy to his chest. He hadn’t had a real friend since they left. And Jax wasn’t pushing for a date—he was offering something innocent. Something for the kids.
“I… I don’t know,” she said carefully, her voice soft. “We’re still getting settled, and I’m pretty protective of him.”
Jax nodded, respecting her hesitation. “I get it. I’m the same way with Abel. Single dad life makes you careful.” He gave her a small, disarming smile. “Just a playdate at the park. Public place. You can bring Rexy, and I’ll make sure Abel brings his dinosaur collection. No strings.”
Eleanor let out a shaky breath, her thoughts swirling. He seems… kind. But how much of that is real? Still, the idea of Noah having a friend his age made her heart ache in the best way.
“One playdate,” she finally said, her tone gentle but firm. “That’s it.”
Jax’s smile widened, reaching his eyes this time. “That’s all I’m asking for.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Can I get your number? I’ll text you the time and place.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed her number into his phone, hyper-aware of how close he was standing. When their hands brushed, a small spark shot through her. She pulled back quickly, cheeks flushing.
“Thanks,” Jax said, his voice quieter now. “Looking forward to it, Eleanor.”
As she walked Noah back to the car, her son practically skipped beside her, chattering nonstop about bikes and new friends. Eleanor glanced over her shoulder once. Jax was still watching them, his expression thoughtful, almost protective already.
She buckled Noah in and sat in the driver’s seat for a long moment, gripping the wheel. Her heart was racing.
What am I doing? she thought. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous.
But for the first time in years, the fear in her chest was mixed with something warmer. Hope.
And that terrified her most of all.
Jax leaned against his bike, arms crossed, watching the Civic pull away. Eleanor. Sweet. Soft. Clearly running from something. He could see it in her eyes—the shadows she tried to hide.
Imagine Jax realizing you’re the only peaceful thing left in his life…
The clubhouse had finally gone quiet hours ago. Bottles left scattered across the tables, cigarette smoke still lingering in the air and old rock music humming softly through the speakers. The tension from earlier still clung to Jax like gasoline soaked into leather. Another argument. Another problem. Another night where his head felt too loud to exist in silence. The front door creaked softly when Jax stepped into the house, tired blue eyes instantly finding you curled up on the couch beneath one of his flannels. Half asleep. The television still flickering quietly across your face. He stood there for a moment longer than necessary, staring at you as if his body finally remembered how to breathe properly.
The whiskey glass in his hand remained untouched as he slowly sat down beside you, rough fingers brushing carefully through your messy hair. He sat there, enjoying your warmth as you crawled into him. Too sleepy to say anything. A yawn escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, knowing he at least got home safe. Jax just sat there, fingers tangled through your hair. He watched your chest rise and fall in that peaceful and dreamy rhythm. Just watching you being this peaceful actually grounded him and it made him realize something… “Christ…” He muttered underneath his breath, exhaustion heavy in his voice. “You make all this shit quiet for a minute.”
I was recently re-reading Til it’s gone too and in one piece they were nudging their noses instead of saying I love you (which was the cutest thing ever!! my babies!!) I would love to know how this habit started and how they both know what it means 🤍🤍🤍
“I...I...fuck”
She feels too good. Always fuckin’ does when I'm buried this deep inside her. But I almost said it, just came real fuckin’ close to lettin’ those three words slip out of my mouth. Three words I got no business sayin’ to her, not now...maybe not ever.
“What?” she giggles, all breathless with the little hairs at her hairline goin' all wild. “What was you...”she exhales, her chest risin’ high underneath me. “What was you just about to say?”
“Nothin y/n, I...” I drag my tongue across my bottom lip as my mind scrambles for some kinda excuse that don't sound like complete bullshit.
Her eyes narrow, and I know this girl so fuckin’ well. When y/n does her eyes like that, shes studyin’ me. Probably tryin’ to pull the truth straight outta my god damn mind.
Fuck, Distract. Distract. Discract.
“Nothin” I lean closer, nudgin’ my nose against hers with three slow passes before I let my full weight settle down onto her.
She laughs again, the last of her orgasm still coatin’ her voice as she slides her fingers over the ink on my back. “Was that your way of tryin' to distract me?”
Fuck this girls good.
“Darlin’” I murmur against her mouth, “If I was tryin' to distract you...” I roll my hips, pressin’ deeper just enough to hear the breath catch in her throat. “I’d do a better fuckin' job than that”
I roll of her with a grunt, draggin’ the back of my hand across my forehead to wipe the sweat away. I stare up at the ceilin' for half a second, tryin’ to get my head back on straight cause that was close, way too fuckin' close. I turn my head to look at her, but she's already movin’.
Before I can say another word, one of her leg swings over my waist, her hair fallin’ forward as she settles right over my cock like a fuckin’ queen sittin’ on her throne.
“You don't have to say it, Jax...I know” she says smilin’ so fuckin’ sweet like she already knows she’s got me.
“Say what?” I grind my jaw tryin’ to force the truth back down.
She says nothin’ for a while. Just watches me. Long enough that I literally start to feel her peelin’ back layers I aint ready to show yet.
She leans forward, her bare nipples brushin’ feather light accross my chest as she gets closer and nudges her nose against mine, in the exact way I did to her.
“I feel the same, Jax” she whispers.
And from that moment on, with neither of us still brave enough to say the words out loud...that little gesture, says a thousand fuckin’ words.
I’m devastated to be posting this post. On Thursday the 4th of December, mum passed away peacefully. She had some complications and her poor body just couldn’t cope. I was by her side when she passed. It was my hardest goodbye, but knowing she’s no longer struggling brings me some comfort.
Mum loved and cared for so many, I hope you all carry fond memories of her with you.
I can’t put into words how much I love her, mum was my world and now it’s shattered, but over time and with her guidance I’ll start to put pieces back together and make her proud to have me as her daughter. 💜
A beautiful sunset at the most devastating time of my life, my mum is super ill and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll have her with me. I’m spending the night in her hospital room.
Going to be cracking into one…(maybe both) tonight, life is just kicking my ass. My mums in hospital she’s so unwell and her cancer has gotten worse. I just pray she gets better and that treatment can help.
I know drinking isn’t the answer but I just need a little something to take the edge off.
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