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“babe, you’ve got our votes. i can promise you that. a mayor like you? the club would be more than happy with the idea,” jackson laughs, figuring he wouldn’t even have to campaign hard. a mayor in the club’s pocket ensures local police are buffered and no one digs too deep into their gun-running business. “nah, charming’s a resilient town, takes a lot more than an inexperienced mayor to make it burn.” it’s nothing but a joke, though. she’s not a politician. besides, the job comes with a lot of sacrifices and dangers, and jackson would never want to see sloane with a target on her back. “yeah, it is but most people just call me jax. i hear jackson and i think i’m in trouble.” amusement dancing in his bright blue eyes, fingers absently reaching for the mug of the now cold coffee, stirring. “have you ever tried it, though? gotta give it a try before you shoot it down.” frosting and coffee? yeah, only a madman would enjoy that combination, but then again… he’s not the most sane person in the world. “look, you hide the sugar, i’ll be dealin’ with withdrawals,” he jokes, implying it’s an addiction at this point. “you sayin’ i’m not patient?” laughing quietly as he feigns surprise just to mess with sloane, they both know that he’s anything but a patient man.
“clay won’t be steppin’ down willingly anytime soon, and if i get rid of him and pry the gavel outta his cold, dead hands, then i ain’t no different than him. it’s a fuckin’ mess, sloane.” the weight of the world seems to be sitting on top of his shoulders, crushing him little by little every day. it’s easier to run than to stay and fix this shit. “i don’t think my mother knows.” about clay and how the old cripple wants him gone. “i wonder if she even knows about donna.” she has to. a lot can be said about his mother but no one can argue her intelligence. “damn you, sloane…” there’s no malice or bite to his words, his voice dripping with something akin to a strange fascination and admiration. for years, he’s tried to refrain from comparing the women in his life to one another and somehow still finds himself thinking about how different sloane is from the other ones. tara would be so happy to see him leave charming, would surely leave with him. wendy never wanted to be part of the club’s business, didn’t want to know what was going on. but sloane… his hands find her face as hers coil around his body, brushing dark locks back, tucking them behind her ears as eyes meet hers. she understands him in a way no one else ever has, makes him want to reach for what’s rightfully his, brings out the best and worst in him. “how do i keep you safe when you keep runnin’ towards the fire, huh?” his gaze flickers to her lips, and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with the urge to just kiss her… must be the adrenaline in his veins, the remnants of frustration and rage. he even goes so far as to tilt her head to him, noses almost brushing, but then she calls herself a great friend and he lets go, reminded of the line that he can’t cross. “yeah, yeah… you are. don’t know what i’d do without you.” that’s why he can’t risk destroying what they have.
“jesus christ, there’s no way. if you tell anyone,” he playfully threatens, shaking his head, not realizing that she’s just taking a wild guess. he may or may not have belted out some bon jovi hits while working on his bike in the past. what he doesn’t know is that she hasn’t actually heard a thing. “good, ‘cause why would they, right? we’re friends.” which is why the men who flirt with her don’t bother him. sure. “i know a thing or two ‘bout that. stairs, windows, balconies… terribly dangerous when a person’s not payin’ attention.” the conversation amuses him, takes his mind off the other issues. they’ve known each other for so long that if she wanted to be more than friends, she would have already made a serious move, and he respects her decision. he’s a flirt but knows nothing more will come out of it. she’s made that clear before. “not a fan of road trips, are you?” it makes him irrationally angry and jealous, just thinking about sloane getting married. “gets that from his old man, huh?”
sloane laughed and shook her head as she looked over at him. "are any of you even allowed to vote anymore?" she couldn't remember how many of them had felonies, but it had to be more than opie. "might hurt my numbers if your boys have to sit that one out." a mayor that backed the club would make things easier on everyone. she had her doubts about unser, but he'd let her go with a warning a few too many times for her to not think something else was going on. "a mayor and a bike gang together could, i bet." she was sure that's what most would think if anyone in the club's vicinity ever tried to make it in local politics. as much as the town of charming relied on the sons, she was sure there was a good number of them that would love to see them pack up and leave. "maybe you are in trouble." she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "or maybe i want you to think you are." he made it so easy to tease him, but it wasn't something she would give up unless he made her. her eyes glanced down at the cold coffee, shaking her head. "i'll pass. i can't have you thinking i'm too sweet. i'd never live it down." as if that could be the worst thing in the world, but she didn't want to be labelled sweet and have people think she was soft. "i'm saying you're patient enough that i think you'd be robbing the diner for sugar packets if i hid the sugar and wouldn't tell you where it was." he might be able to go a day without it, but she didn't want to be around him if he tried.
"why do you gotta be the one to make him? isn't there someone you can go to about this?" she didn't know all the inner workings of the club, but there were other charters. she had seen more than enough sons come together for parties at the clubhouse, but would any of them be willing to stand beside jax and do something about clay before he destroyed more lives? "maybe she should know." it was a suggestion, but even she wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not. gemma would never want jax to leave, but her power wasn't absolute. "i can try to see if she knows anything next time i run into her. mention some rumor i heard at the bar and see how she reacts." it could be dangerous, but they needed to know where everyone stood. his cursing brought a smile to her lips, and she looked into his eyes. it was so easy to let the feelings float to the surface, but she knew she needed to keep them at bay. she wouldn't risk her friendship with him over something that wouldn't be returned. her eyes held his gaze as she felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face. "guess you're gonna have to run with me and try to keep up, pretty boy." he tilted her head up toward him, and she felt her heart start beating faster in her chest. she looked down at his lips for a second before forcing her attention back to his eyes, holding her breath until he let go. "well, good thing you won't ever have to find out." what they have would never be something she would walk away from.
"what are you gonna do about it?" she nudged him and laughed. she could tell anyone around, but would any of them believe that jax teller was busy belting out livin' on a prayer while he was busy with whatever. he could always twist the story to work in his favor. if anyone had the ability to flirt his way out of a problem, it was him. "right. doesn't matter if one of them decides to follow you around all night." except it did bother her, and she hated anytime ima was around. "good that i'm not the only one with the problem. can't have people talking." she leaned against the table and looked from the hallway back to jax. "haven't been on many." she had never been too eager to leave charming, but it wouldn't be bad to get out of town for a few days. maybe that would be the next excuse if she needed to get away from clay. "you think you're that good of a flirt?"
" why don't we kiss goodnight ? " / for sloane ofc 😂💕
"why don't we kiss goodnight?" the question should have been an innocent joke, but she felt tension when she turned to look at jax. abel was finally asleep in his crib. they had both paced the floor with him and used every trick they could think of to get him to settle for the night. the credits rolled across the television, and she knew it was her sign that she should be heading home. but it was hard to move from the comfortable spot on the couch beside him. she laughed and smirked up at him, trying to play it off as a joke. "you know to thank me for my babysitting services." their usual teasing nature might be enough to pass it off, but it didn't do anything for the tight knot in her stomach. "i should go."
“like she would’ve signed ‘em? she probably would’ve burned the papers and beat the idea outta your thick skull.” a humorless snort escapes him, teeth worrying the inside of his bottom lip as guilt settles in the pit of his own stomach. the truth sits between them, refusing to evaporate. donna died because of this life, because clay ordered the hit, because tig pulled the trigger like some blind, mindless killin’ machine… because jackson had successfully dragged his best friend back to SAMCRO when he should have let him stay gone. “she stayed ‘cause she loved you. she would’ve stayed regardless. ain’t nothin’ you could’ve said or done that would’ve changed that.” there was a time when jackson envied his best friend. tara had just left him and there they were… donna and opie, so madly in love, getting married, expecting their first child, then another one. he feels terrible now. “she wasn’t the type to run when things got hard. i mean, you went to jail and she waited for you.” only to get murdered when things were beginning to look good for them. the irony isn’t lost on jackson. “that’s the plan, man. we find the motherfucker and you do whatever you want to do with him.” it doesn’t sit right with him, this idea of framing some innocent, unlucky fucker for the murder but it’s the only option. if truth got out, there would be war. brothers would turn on brothers. “don’t say shit like that. the kids need you.” he takes the joint back, taking a drag, closing his eyes for a moment. “hell, i need you.”
"wouldn't have given her a choice." opie could have tried harder to push her away. forced her to leave him and charming behind. she would have been alive and maybe happy somewhere else if he had been strong enough to do it. she wouldn't have spent years worrying about him or barely scraping by when he was in prison because of samcro. jax knew donna well, though, and he was right. she wouldn't have signed the papers. he had told her to file several times, and each time she refused. "didn't try everything... there's only so much somebody'll take before they break." he could have made sure she walked in on him cheating or made sure to ruin their marriage enough that there was nothing left to save. but he didn't have it in him to hurt her like that. he thought he could protect her. but it was another lie. he shook his head and stared through the windshield. "yeah, she waited five years and look where it got her. she held everything together and suffered for it. she should've taken the kids and left while i was inside." it would have broken him, but at least she would still be alive and they wouldn't be planning their revenge. "who kills sombody's old lady?" the question had sat with him since her death, but he knew the answer. that bullet wasn't meant for her. it had been his truck. he was supposed to be driving it. "kids don't need me. mary can handle them." he ran a hand over his face. "last time i saw kenny, he asked me when his mama was coming home. what the fuck kinda man can't even answer his own kid?" it was a question he expected, but the answer wasn't an easy one. something twisted sharp in his chest when jax said he needed him. "you don't need me either. you got everything you need waitin' for you at home with abel."
it feels mildly wrong, sitting at the clubhouse and having a heart-to-heart with sloane when he should be back home… but she’s the only person in the world who can make him feel alive even on the darkest days. the only person he’s yet to grow tired of. if that makes him an asshole, so be it. “in my defense, i was never a straight-A student, skipped most anatomy classes.” playing dumb to get his mind off the kid, he sets the beer down on the table and slides it over to her. can’t get too drunk. intoxication is a dangerous thing in his line of work. “maybe he will. tellers don’t die easy, like you said.” just bloody. that’s different. “what? you think we ain’t ever climbin’ out? we gonna die in these trenches, huh?” maybe she’s right and charming will always be a battlefield, sure feels like one now. “thanks. there are worse names out there, i guess.” even if he’s not the one who came up with the name, it’s sweet of her to compliment it. “i’m glad wendy didn’t try to name him after my old man or somethin’. can’t imagine raisin’ john teller the second.” he does his best to keep the spirits up, the good mood lingering, because he doesn’t want to dwell on anything serious at the moment. if sloane was a different kind of girl, they wouldn’t be doing much talking at this point. usually, he deals with emotions in a less sophisticated way. that thought lodges itself somewhere in the back of his head, smiling as her fingertips across his palm, but he’d tried to make a move on her a few times before and at this point doesn’t think she’s into him.
“hm, how bad? is my love line that short?” he wonders out loud, just trying to amuse her as pale blue eyes study her face. “dramatic? me? i think you’re readin’ somethin’ wrong.” shivers racing down his spine as her fingertips tickle his palm. “nine grandkids? yeah, no, you were supposed to distract me not scar me.” laughing at the idea, shaking his head, he carefully moves his hand away and hides it under the table. “alright, enough of that, now you gimme yours. let’s see… maybe you and jimmy will have a bunch of kids and a station wagon, huh?” the blond teases, drumming his fingers on the table in a wordless invitation. “ah, yeah, jimmy. how’d you two meet anyway?” trying to sound innocent and friendly enough, his eyes avoiding hers because there’s something ugly brewing within them. jealousy. anger. with jimmy. jimmy seems like a good guy, and that’s almost worse. “someone has to. part of the job,” he says matter-of-factly, hoping it doesn’t come off the wrong way. he’s got a kid on the way, maybe he should focus on salvaging what’s left of his marriage… instead, he’s keeping tabs on jimmy. “maybe he genuinely likes you, sloane.” who wouldn’t like her? “and a good tipper, huh? oh, that sounds serious. next thing you know he’ll be takin’ you on a fancy date to stockton.”
she didn't want to think about how she should have been at work instead of calling out and rushing over when jackson called. she'd figure out a way to pay the light bill when it was due. nothing she could have made tonight would be important enough to outweigh being there for him when he needed her. sloane laughed and rolled her eyes. "might have been the one class you needed to be there for. could've come in handy." for a number of reasons, but he probably could guess what she meant given how physical he could be when his temper flared. she took one last drag of the cigarette and handed it off as she grabbed the beer and finished it off. "want me to get us another?" she would play bartender for him tonight, but never for any of the other men in the club. she wasn't someone to bring them drinks and be at their beck and call whenever they wanted. "keep that in your head. maybe he'll be stubborn like his old man." she teased and tilted her head as she studied him. she wanted the kid to be alright. jax and the rest of the family didn't need more death. "wouldn't be surprised if we did. it's almost expected at this point, isn't it?" she had no plans to leave charming, and as far as she knew, he didn't either. they would join all the others that never got out eventually. "there are. but your old man's name isn't a bad one either. better than some of the names she could've come up with. imagine raising a bobby." she laughed, looking toward the clubhouse where she knew the older man was. he'd find some humor in her words. that's what she hoped, at least.
"why? you wanting it to be short?" she paused and looked up at him. if she knew more about palm reading, she might have more thoughts, but she wanted to know what he was thinking. "no, i think i'm reading it right." dramatic and full of himself, but she wouldn't change him. jax was one of the only constants in her life that she could count on, and he meant far more to her than she would ever tell. "you can handle 'em. if you can handle this club, you can handle a bunch of kids, jax." her eyes rolled up, and she smiled in amusement as she handed over her palm. "you keep talking about jimmy too much. sounds like you might be sweet on him instead." she laughed and watched as he looked over her palm. "he showed up at the bar. lives in lodi. i don't really know that much about him." she hadn't really tried to know him, but he was a talker and hard to ignore. "yeah, i'm sure my dad would have appreciated having you look out." the comment was meant to be innocent, but she never spoke about her dad much. she didn't linger on it and pulled her hand away. "i don't trust it. he doesn't even know me. he probably just thinks i'm a nice piece of ass." he wouldn't have been the first to think it, or even say it out loud, but at least he was enough of a gentleman not to say it to her face. "we both know that shit wouldn't impress me. if that's his plan, maybe you can tell him a better one."
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" oh , you clever little thing . " " what a precious basket case . " " you're no good . " " you could kill me and you should . " " you've done nothing to get out of this pattern of pain . " " i know wrong , i know right , but i just love to pick a fight . " " let's see how fast you can run . " " i was hit as a kid . " " i was good but then i quit . " " everyone that tried to fix me knows that i can't change a bit . " " don't be so hard on yourself . " " everything stays , but it still changes . " " i wanna spend some time with you . " " such an uncivil tongue . " " what a shame if you misspeak , now . " " if i were you , then i'd stop talking . " " you're beautiful , and evil too . sinister and vile . " " for you , i'd die , or kill myself . whichever makes you smile . " " you've got the devil on your shoulder . " " you'd better shut your mouth just like i told you . " " nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me . " " why don't we kiss goodnight ? " " i've never known someone like you . " " i'm tangled in love , stuck by you . " " don't forget to kiss me . " " don't forget to kiss me , or else you'll have to miss me . " " i never thought i'd find you , but you're here , and so i love you . " " i told my mother what you did , like a kid . " " i already told you , i just want a dance . " " could you see me standing here with my outstretched hand ? " " please forgive me for thinking it's a fleeting romance . " " need some reassurance , not a silly romance . " " guess i'm used to being disappointed . " " i'm falling too fast . " " if you want it , come and get it . " " if you wanna love me , try to get inside my brain . " " if you want , you can stay with me in my bed . " " if you want , you can go ahead and fix my head . " " only if you want to . " " there's so much left to say . " " i guess i'm just the bigger guy . " " there's too much on my mind . " " i don't even want to try . " " they do say love is blind . " " i guess that's the way things go . " " i didn't think you'd ever stoop so low . " " in my mind , you'll always stay the same . " " i'm happy now , i ought to let you know . " " you don't see stars here . they're just city lights . " " sometimes i'll see the moon and i'll think of you . " " we don't hug ... we never used to do that . " " we never used to hug . " " you're not mad at me ? " " in a dream , i could say everything i wanted . " " no one could come close to you . " " i have a feeling you got everything you wanted . " " you're not wasting time stuck here like me . " " the world ended when it happened to me . " " i dream about you when i sleep . " " i wanna get close to you . " " you are my dream come true . " " please have mercy on me . " " it's not romantic , i swear . " " i want you to here ... but please don't come near . " " you'll put me into a trance . " " i think about you day and night . "
reluctantly, jackson falls silent, finding it difficult to argue with the other at the moment. it seems that regardless of what he says, his words won’t be enough or help much. could anything truly mend his best friend’s heart? he doesn’t think so. he can almost feel the grief radiating off opie in contagious waves, thick and powerful to the point where it makes his own chest constrict in sympathy. there’s part of him that understands it all too well, not the grief itself although he’s no stranger to that emotion either, but the need to put the blame somewhere. the need to make sense of all that pain. even if it means blaming yourself, even if it means drowning in self-loathing. “how many times have you tried to push her away, ope?” he asks, carefully choosing his next words. “she stayed because she loved you. she wanted to be here. what happened to donna…” he trails off and pauses, swallowing hard. “it’s on the people who made that call, who pulled the trigger. we’re gonna hunt ‘em down, brother. every single one of ‘em. i promise you that.” they’re going to hurt people who have nothing to do with this, that’s what they’re gonna do. jackson looks back out the windshield, expression darkening at the thought clawing through his head. clay. tig. the lies. he’s got no proof, only his own suspicions. has his intuition ever lied to him, though? all the poison spreading through the club he’s starting not to recognize anymore. “all i know is if you keep carrying all this alone, it’s gonna bury you.”
opie had been drowning since donna's death. there was no hiding his grief once he started talking about her. it was easier to stay busy and focus on the club and whatever errand clay was sending him on than think about the empty bed at home and his kids at his mom's house. they were better off there than seeing what a wreck he was. how could anyone expect him to care for them when he was struggling to take care of himself? "i should have sent her the papers myself. forced her to get the hell out of this town." he had thought about it more times than he wanted to admit. he'd confessed to cheating multiple times and purposefully broke promises in the hope that one of them would be the final straw. but donna was as stubborn as he was, and she had stayed through everything he put her through. all that hell, and she still ended up dead because of the club. because of him. if he had listened to her and stayed at the mill, would it have changed anything? "whenever i find them, i want to be the one to put a bullet in their skull. and i wanna look them in the eye when i do it." it’d be the only thing he could do right for donna. he couldn't hurt an innocent person like they could. opie took another hit and handed the joint back to jax as he blew the smoke down into his lap. "sometimes i think we'd all be better off if it did."
ANORA (2024) dir. by sean baker mikey madison as anora "ani" mikheeva
"I was excited about playing a character like this, because she’s very complicated. I always wanted an audience to recognize her pain underneath everything."
“do you want to run for mayor? this would look great on posters. it’s OUR hellhole! has a nice ring to it,” the blond muses teasingly, thinking it’s strangely refreshing, getting to talk to someone who doesn’t hate this town. if he’s being honest with himself, the whole going nomad thing just doesn’t feel right… this place is his home. this club is his father’s legacy. would it be easier to run away? sure, but life isn’t always about what’s easier. “guess there’s some truth to that.” hypnotized by the mere sight of her smile, he finds it impossible to look away or not to return it, the corners of his own lips turning upwards. “jackson. mhm. and you say you have nothin’ in common with my mother, huh?” they’re the only two people in the world who just casually call him by his full name, not that he’s complaining, though. it sounds kind of sweet when she says it. “you’re just givin’ me ideas now. frostin’ and coffee together? that doesn’t sound bad at all.” jesus christ, and then he falls for the oldest of all tricks… pale blue eyes studying the way her plump lips curl around her finger, his thoughts involuntarily heading in a direction that’s far from sophisticated. “you just don’t know how to appreciate good coffee. something’s clearly wrong with your tastebuds,” he quips, trying to quickly redirect his wandering mind. germs were the last thing on it. “good luck with that, i’m a very patient man.” a laugh escapes him. they both know that he’s the opposite of a patient man.
the good-natured humor evaporates eventually, leaving behind the kind of atmosphere that’s so thick, you could cut it with a knife. jackson isn’t the type to back down or change his viewpoints under pressure, and to make things worse, sloane seems to be just as stubborn and passionate as he is. neither willing to lighten the mood. “i’m not really out there pretendin’ he’s some fuckin’ saint, alright?” not budging even when she tries to push him, there’s frustration brewing deep inside his chest, too. that feeling of being powerless, of there being no good choice. “i question his decisions as much as i can but i gotta be smart ‘bout it, sloane. he wants me gone. i can feel it, see it in the way he looks at me. i ain’t gonna be the reason more blood gets spilled in this clubhouse.” if his old man was alive, everything would be different. but his old man’s six feet under. and jackson doesn’t want to prematurely join him, doesn’t want to bury any of his brothers either. glacier hues staring at her as her words about not wanting to leave echo in the space between them. it hits closer to home than he is willing to admit. people leave, especially the ones he cares about, that’s one thing about life that he’s learned the hard way. sloane can’t possibly be the only exception. she is going to leave, sooner or later. but hearing her insist that she won’t… it makes him want to believe her. something in his expression softens. the silence stretches for a heartbeat too long, exposing just how taken aback he truly is by that confession. he’ll believe it when he sees it, he tells himself and still his heart skips a beat. “things will get heated if i stay. you might want to reconsider,” he says quietly, lowering his gaze because holding hers is making him feel too vulnerable, as though she could see right into his soul. “that’s what i want to avoid. i don’t want to shed any more blood but i feel like wherever i turn, whatever choice i make, someone’s goin’ to get hurt.” but that’s the difference between him and clay. he’s not a heartless monster who doesn’t care about people. “thank you,” he mouths, as if speaking up could make whatever he feels for her real. ring-clad fingers reaching silently for her own, giving them a squeeze, pulling her closer. “i always have you in my corner, huh?” why? why? why? he can’t understand why she’d want to be there, but she is…
“now that’s a big, fat lie right there,” the blond points out, his solemn features slowly but surely lighting up because it really is easier than dwelling on the other things she’s just said. well, he hopes she hasn’t heard him sing, wouldn’t wish that form of torture on his worst enemies. he’s about as musically talented as a dying cat. “right, would hate to be one of those girls. the stairs can be tricky.” why would she be jealous of anyone? it’s all in his head, isn’t it? he just so desperately craves that deeper kind of connection with another soul, someone to understand him, that he’s adding meaning to words that carry no such weight. she’s joking. clearly. and the way she’s looking at him… she’s a flirt but so is he. he, out of all people, should know better. it’s all a performance. his heart so naive for wishing, hoping… he just doesn’t want her to know what she can do to him. he can’t fall in love again, and with a woman who’s a walking mystery, too. “i’m a pretty sweet guy, sloane. i mean, just look at my daily sugar intake.” scrunching his nose as her fingertip lands on it, he’s scared of all the things she’s making him feel. this feels like high school all over again. “actually, now that i’m thinkin’ about it, after the last stunt i pulled,” disappearing for the weekend and marrying wendy at a roadside chapel in las vegas, “hopefully, my mother won’t be pushin’ for that.” following her gaze, he smiles at the thought of his son and playfully brags, “a fighter and a charmer. the kid’s a teller through and through.”
"you think i should? would you make sure everyone in the club votes for me then?" most of them probably couldn't vote given their criminal records, but she wouldn't put it past him to figure out a way to rig the entire election. "we both know the whole town would probably burn to the ground if they let me be in charge." there was no way she could be worse than the current mayor, but it still sounded like a miserable job. too much paperwork and not enough time for fun. she wanted to enjoy charming for what it was, not have a hand in somehow making it better or worse. that was the part of charming that made it charming. "that's your name isn't it?" her head tilted, and her smile grew. "if you keep pointing it out, you're never going to get away from the mommy issues accusations." gemma held a lot of respect in the town, or maybe it was fear. there were worse people to share traits with, but it wasn't something she put much thought into. she wanted the older woman to like her, but she didn't want to openly admit it to jax. "you're kidding. it sounds terrible. you're one step away from drinking melted ice cream as it is." she laughed and watched as he studied her. the distraction didn't go unnoticed, and she was far too entertained with it. "blame my tastebuds all you want, but we're all about to start hiding the sugar from you." sloane rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she listened to him. "who are you lying to, jax?" patient was never a word she would use to describe him.
the irritation was strong in the room, and sloane was making no effort to make it better. her arms crossed over her chest again as she leaned against the table. "did i say you were?" she scoffed. "i wouldn't be standing here if that was the kind of man you were." jax had a good head on his shoulders and a good heart, but she didn't fully understand the pressure that was on him. the club was his legacy, but clay was turning it into something that she couldn't understand. "who cares if that's what he wants? he isn't going to force you out. there's no way in hell gemma would let him do that." maybe it's putting too much faith on his mother, but she had to have some control over clay, didn't she? "you aren't the reason it has already been spilled. clay is." it seemed cut and dry to her, but safety would always be a concern as long as clay was in power. it would be dangerous to stay close to the club, but being alone with what she knew would be worse. and she wouldn't leave jackson to figure out how to clean up the mess on his own. his expression softened, and hers slowly softened to match his. she took a step forward, standing between his legs and wrapping her arm around his back. "i made my decision, jackson." he could keep trying to push her away, but her answer wouldn't change. "maybe the only ones that will bleed will be the ones that deserve to." clay. but she didn't need to say his name. there would be others on the list, but his would be at the top because of donna. she squeezed his hand back and allowed herself to be pulled closer to him. "what can i say? i'm a great friend when i want to be." because that's what they were, friends. no matter what she might feel when she looked at him, she knew he didn't feel the same, and she wouldn't lose what they had for a chance at something else.
"is it? are you sure?" she laughed and looked down at him. the joke was one she could keep up for as long as necessary. "gonna have to be careful next time you think you're alone in the garage when you're belting out livin' on a prayer." she was making it all up, but if there was a chance she was right, it might make parking down the street and trying to surprise him worth it sometime. "those girls don't worry me, jax." they had all flirted with the men in the club far too many times for her to care. that's what she told herself, at least. "stairs just happen to be a little dangerous around me sometimes." she squeezed his hand again as she continued teasing him. none of this was serious. they both knew it. he had too much going on, and she didn't want to add to his problems. her being around was already enough. he didn't need to worry about protecting her when he had so much on him already. he already had too much on his shoulders without her becoming another thing he felt responsible for. "we both know that's not the kind of sweet i mean." her eyes rolled, and she laughed. he made everything feel so easy, and it scared her. "you make a good point. guess we won't be making any road trips anytime soon." the vegas wedding had been a surprise, but she had been happy for them. they had seemed so in love, but now here they were divorced with a kid. "he's gonna be flirtin' his way out of trouble before he can even ride a bike."
It’s probably just the weed, pop. Probably. I bet it is, yeah.
RIP William Lucking.
Piney’s one of my favorite characters and these three right here deserved so much better 🥹🩷
there are times when jackson simply refuses to face the truth, and tonight just so happens to be one of those times… he knows that sloane’s right, that it takes two to create a life, and still there’s nothing but annoyance brewing deep inside his stomach upon hearing that very much unprompted comment. “wait, did i mistakingly sign up for some extracurricular anatomy classes? i know where babies come from, sloane,” he huffs, letting go of her hand to card his fingers through his hair, voice rough from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. “is it, though? runs in the family.” assuming she must be talking about the heart disease, he looks down at his white sneakers and quietly admits, “my mother was born with it, so was i. i just go lucky ‘cause mine ain’t bad enough to require intervention. same thing took my little brother.” it just, for whatever reason, never occurred to him that it could happen to his kid, too. he didn’t even think about it until he heard the diagnosis. “funny, thought we were out of the trenches but every time i feel like… life’s goin’ fine, yeah? somethin’ happens and ruins it all.” another sip of beer, shoulders shrugging under leather. maybe it is unfair of him to ask what she’d do in that situation, maybe no one truly knows what they’d do unless they actually find themselves in that position, but she’s the only person who seems to understand him, who won’t pity or judge him. “guess so. ABEL, that’s what she’s picked,” he says it out loud for the first time, feeling nauseous as his chest constricts. “shit, you don’t? and there i was, about to ask you to read my palm.” snorting, unsure how she does it but she always seems to find a way to bring light to his darkest days. “you sure? won’t even give it a try?” he flips his hand over, palm up, on the table and waits. “grandkids’, huh? you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” he huffs out something akin to a humorless laugh, part of him clinging to the idea of abel surviving, getting to grow up and have a normal life. “thanks, sloane, for comin’ here. and how are you doin’, huh? what’s up with that… that guy? what’s his name? you seein’ him?” jesus christ. ain’t none of his fuckin’ business.
"could have fooled me, jax." she looked over at him with a smile and slowly pulled her hand back. there was no point in placing blame for the child existing or for his condition. regardless of what jax seemed determined to believe. "doesn't matter." she took another long drag from the cigarette and thought over his words carefully. "who's to say your son won't have your luck?" her body turned toward him as she watched him. the outcome looked grim. there was no denying that, but what good would it do to commiserate with him about a death that hadn't happened yet? "when the fuck did you think we climbed out?" life in charming was one trench after another, but there were some good moments in between them. "abel's a good name." she smiled softly. saying the name out loud made everything feel more real. like the kid was already here and jax was wasting time to avoid going home to change diapers. when he flipped his hand over on the table, she stared down at it before letting out a quiet laugh. her fingertips traced over one of the lines in his hand, and her brow furrowed like she knew what she was doing. "oh, yeah. this looks bad for you, pretty boy." her nail dragged across his palm as she shook her head. "this line? means you're dramatic as hell." she smiled up at him and traced another line. "and this one says you'll have nine grandkids. hope you're ready for that." he would know she was full of shit, but it was better than talking more about his son. let him have some hope, even if it didn't last. his questions caught her off-guard, and it showed in the way she looked at him. "uh jimmy?" she laughed and took another hit from the cigarette. "you really do keep tabs on everything around here, huh?" it didn't surprise her. the sons were well-connected. if jax hadn't seen it himself, there was always a chance one of the others mentioned it to him. "i don't know. he's sweet on me, but it feels suspicious at this point. like what does he want, y'know?" she studied his face and searched for a reaction. "he is a good tipper, so i dunno about telling him no just yet."
ALEXA DEMIE as MADDY PEREZ - Euphoria 3x05 - This Little Piggy
🎲 for sloane!
10. A kiss along the jawline
sloane knew she should leave while she still had the chance. abel was finally asleep in his crib after fighting it for the last hour. the call to come help had caught her as she’d been getting ready for bed, but she couldn't turn down a crying baby. didn't matter that it had been jax calling. if anyone asked, it was only for abel. she lingered in the doorway and watched his chest rise and fall for a few more seconds before she turned the light out and left the door cracked open. there was still enough room to peek in and check on him without risking the noise waking him. he needed his rest. his dad did too.
she wandered back to the living room and ran a hand through her hair. "i think he's finally good." she glanced back toward the hallway. "stubborn as hell. wonder where he gets that from?" teasing him came naturally, and it brought a smile to her face that she didn't bother trying to hide. she could stay a while longer and take a seat beside him, stealing sips from his beer while they wasted the rest of the night together, but her gaze drifted toward the door as she yawned. "guess i'm gonna head out." her arms wrapped around him as she leaned over the back of the couch. "try not to need me again tonight, darling." she whispered, resting her head briefly against the side of his before pressing a slow kiss near his jaw.
kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
jackson doesn’t want to let go of sloane’s hand as it seems to be the only life raft in this ocean of grief and anger and confusion, and so he’s holding onto it. the pad of his thumb absently stroking her knuckles. his world is falling apart but she grounds him, makes him feel like he’s not alone. perhaps he should be home with wendy, not at the clubhouse, drowning his sorrows in cheap beer and smoking one cigarette after another. but he can’t be. he can’t even look at her right now. “it doesn’t hurt now but it’s gonna hurt like hell in a few months. i didn’t sign up for that.” he hates how childish it sounds. plucking a cigarette from between his lips, he holds it out for her. a silent exchange, trading it for the half-empty bottle of beer. letting out a shaky exhale upon hearing her question, he takes a sip and shrugs. pale blue eyes, red-rimmed and tired, avoiding hers. “don’t know. don’t know what i’d do if it was my choice to make,” he admits quietly, thinking his mother would skin him alive if she could hear him now. “what would you do?" he wonders, reluctantly looking up, trying to read something from her expression. "she picked out a name already.” ABEL. his mind can focus on nothing else. “yeah, but… for how long?” there’s a part of him that wants to pretend it’s not real, the kid’s gone, all in an act of desperation and self-preservation. “i did.” jesus christ, yeah, he did call. “didn’t think you’d come, though. thought you were at work.”
sloane leaned forward to take the cigarette in her free hand before settling back against the chair. they both had places they should have been instead of wasting time at the clubhouse. she took a long drag, exhaling the smoke into the air above them. "if you knew she wasn't on the pill and you didn't wrap it, you knew what could happen, jax." she wasn't blaming him, but there were ways to prevent it. she squeezed his hand and looked over at him. "no one knew what would happen. it's all chance." she wasn't sure if she was talking about the kid or the diagnosis anymore, but it applied either way. her head dipped, and she stared at the ground, shaking it slowly. "don't ask me that. i don't know what i'd choose if i was in her position." maybe she'd fight for the kid no matter what. or maybe hearing what the doctors had to say would change her mind. she didn't know. "if she's already given the kid a name, i don't think there is a decision anymore." she flicked the cigarette and watched the ash fall in front of her. "who knows? if i could tell the future, i'd have hit the lottery by now, jax." she glanced at him, hoping to see some of the worry lift. "could be months, could be years. could be long enough that you're complaining about grandkids." it was better than the alternative. "sounds like you got no faith in me. you had me thinking you might be about to put your fist through a wall." she shrugged and squeezed his hand again. "i'm not good at ignoring that."
jackson doesn’t answer right away. the truth is… he doesn’t know what to say. he just sits there in the passenger seat with his arm hooked against the window, fingers curled loose near his mouth as he watches the road stretch out in front of them. “that’s the thing ‘bout people who genuinely want to help you, though. they don’t just sit ‘round, waitin’ for you to ask for it. they just do it.” a heavy sigh escapes his mouth, head shaking lightly. there’s no bite to his words because yeah, he doesn’t get it. can’t argue with that. “i ain’t here to tell you how to feel, man.” his eyes flick back to opie for a second as the truck idles at the stop sign. “but doesn’t that mean that a part of her lives on? she’s left the most beautiful parts of her soul behind in your kids. jesus christ… i sound like a fuckin’ poet.” he shakes his head again. “it ain’t your fault, man. ain’t nothin’ you could’ve done differently.” even jackson can see the irrationality of these words. his wife gets shot in the back of the head and it’s somehow not the club’s fault? unless donna led some sort of a double life, the blame lies on SAMCRO. “fine, let’s just ride.” the blond reaches into the inside pocket of his kutte, pulling out a small, crumpled pack. he taps it once against his palm and rolls a joint between his fingers, thumb pressing along the edge before he brings it up, lighter flicking on with a quiet snap. flame catches, tip glows, and he takes a slow drag. exhaling out the open window, smoke trailing back into the hot summer air. pale blue eyes flicker back to his best friend, hand reaching out, not pushing, just offering. “doesn’t work no miracles but takes the edge off just a little.”
opie didn't want to listen anymore. he was tired of hearing what everyone else had to say. everybody wanted to offer advice or help, but no one wanted to give him five damn minutes to hear himself think. he shook his head and pressed harder on the gas. "then why are they looking for answers from me? they're gonna do what they want anyway." he had a fridge full that proved it. no matter how many times he had said no to the offerings, food kept showing up. "you don't get it." his hand slammed against the steering wheel as he raised his voice. "it is my fault. donna didn't want this life. she got dragged into it because of me. she stayed because of me. she was in that truck because of me." he couldn't bring himself to look at jax. "donna is dead because of me." the words felt heavy spoken out loud, but he'd been living with that truth ever since he found out. the trees were a blur as the truck continued to pick up speed outside charming. opie reached for the joint and inhaled deeply. the smoke burned his lungs, but it hurt less than everything else. maybe it would take the edge off. maybe it'd help pass the time.
