summary: Jax's gorgeous girl brings him lunch to work.
tags: not beta reader, domestic fluff, humour, Jax is in looooovveeee, sharing food
a/n: had this in my drafts for a while. it's sweet and wanted to share it w jax lovers 🩷
"Jaaaaaaax, your girlfriend's here!" Half-Sack called out in the auto shop when he saw her, his fingers filthy and hair greasy, smiling big when Jax's girl waved at him.
Jax's girl was wearing a white t-shirt that stopped right above her belly button, and a pair of low hanging cotton shorts, white too, to match with her sandals. She had a big insulated lunch bag hanging off one shoulder, and her handbag on the other, her many keyrings rattling with every step.
Half-Sack quickly wiped his hands and jogged to relieve her off the weight on her shoulders, like a true gentleman.
"Oh my God, thank you," She sighed in relief when Half-Sack swung the heavy bag on his shoulder instead.
"It's nothing," He smiled with a shrug while she waved her face with one hand, as if that'll do anything against the day's heat.
"Let's get out of the sun," She quickly said, rushing to get in the shade and lean against the wall to catch her breath for hauling the bag around for five minutes. She could've drove here but it's such a short walk, and someone has got to think about the environment.
Half-Sack puts the bag down next to her and looks around for Jax, asking one of the mechanics if they've seen him. "He's with the red Peugeot," One of them nods their head towards the back.
"Oh," Half-Sack nods, he turns to the girl, "I'll go get him,"
"Thank you, Half-Sack," She smiles, squeezing his shoulder, making sure to avoid the black greasy stain on the fabric of his grey t-shirt.
She likes Half-Sack, he's pretty cool, it's just that sometimes she's convinced he fixes cars with his whole body instead of his hands, like, what's up with that?
Anyway, her boyfriend shows up, followed by Half-Sack. Jax's wiping his hands on a rag and he's smiling, happy to see her pretty face. A couple of big strides and he's right there in her space, bending down and kissing her, "Hey, baby,"
"I got lunch," She says between his pecks and he's smiling like a fool.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I just need you to do something for me, but first," She steps back a little, and Jax follows her, trying to get another taste of her lips, but stops when he realises he's right in the middle of their auto shop, and that's not really badass of him.
Before she can tell him what to do, she turns to the lunch bag on the floor and pull out a chocolate chip cookie, the size of her hand, wrapped in a napkin. Jax watches her go to where Half-Sack's perched over a car, elbow deep in its guts and she calls his name. He turns around, surprised, and she sticks the cookie in his face and he grins.
Half-Sack takes his hands out of the car and wipes his palms messily on his jeans, she scrunches her nose and he looks a little embarrassed when she peels off the tissue paper and presents it to him so he could take a bite.
Half-Sack takes a bite, a big one, and he's so surprised and delighted at the taste, "Did you make that?" He asks, mouth full, a little bit of crumbs falling down his shirt.
"Yes, and don't go telling anyone I gave you a cookie," She laughs when he moans and takes the cookie from her fingers, "Oh, thank you!"
She walks back to Jax, who manages to look incredibly handsome in his dirty grey t-shirt with sweat stains, and his black jeans that are surely filthy, even if their colour hides it well, but he's got dust on the knee area, so he's had to be on the floor at some point, sweating away in this summer heat, working hard.
The rag he wiped his hands with is now tucked in his back pocket, and his hair was downright a mess, sticking haphazardly in all directions. She's sure everything was tied in a ponytail before, but now half of his hair has escaped the hair tie.
"Jax, where do you wanna eat?" She asks and he scratches his forehead, leaving a black mark on his skin, "What?"
She softens up then and links her finger on a belt hoop in his jeans, pulling him in a little. If it was any other day, or weather, she would've hugged him, regardless of her all white outfit, but it was too damn hot for that.
"When was the last time you had water?" She asks and he looks away, thinking, "I had a beer half an hour ago,"
"Jackson," She sighs and he groans, "I'm sorry, I just needed something to take the edge off, I'm tired, baby,"
"Okay, do you want to eat in the office? Or out here in the shade? I can see you guys moved the benches closer to the building," She asked.
"Outside," Jax answers and she nods, "Go wash your hands and we'll eat, yeah? I made burrito wraps,"
"I love you," He grins.
"I love you too, now go," She pushes him towards the toilets and he jogs there.
Taking the bag to the bench was easy work, considering the benches were right there, and she was determined to feed her surely hungry and tired boyfriend.
She takes out a water bottle, perfectly cold in her hands and a small plastic container, and that's when Jax comes back, face a little wet along with the collar of his t-shirt. He's grinning until he sees her take a baby blue scrunchie and hairbrush out from her handbag.
"What're you doing?" Jax asks, confused, about to sit next to her on the bench.
"I'm brushing that bird's nest, and I've got a scrunchie, it's better than that tiny band you use, baby," She says, sitting with the table to her back, feet on the ground.
"Can I eat first?"
"You'll eat while I brush your hair and tie it, sit down," She points at the space between her legs on the floor.
"Are you serious?" Jax asks while she stares at him, completely unimpressed.
"Jax," she warns him, and it's a little annoying because he'll feel much better when she brushes and ties his hair, she even got a spare clean t-shirt at the bottom of the lunch bag, that's probably cold by now because of the fresh lemonade she made, perfect for the weather.
Jax stares at her without moving and that's irritating because usually he just listens when she's trying to take care of him, but it looks like the heat messed up with his head today.
"Sit your ass down," She hisses through clenched teeth, pointing at the floor with wide eyes. Jax flinches in surprise at being scolded by his girlfriend, and he's never seen her do that face before. He's so shocked that a laugh bubbles out of his throat and before he knows it, he's sitting on the floor, his back to hers, and he's got a cold water bottle in his hands, and a plastic container with apple slices covered in cinnamon and sugar.
He's still giggling when she's brushing his hair out of his face, gathering it in her hand to tie it.
"What's so funny?" She asks with a raised brow.
"Nothing," Jax says after swallowing his apple slice and licking cinnamon and sugar off his fingers, and drinking half of the water bottle all in one go.
When she ties his hair in a bun, making sure not to do it too tight, because she knows Jax finds it uncomfortable, she smacks a kiss onto his forehead, upside down, "There, all done,"
Jax gets back up from the floor, container empty and he kisses her on the cheek, "Thanks, sweetheart,"
"You're welcome," She smiles, taking out almost everything she packed in the twenty litre insulated lunch bag.
On the table, they have homemade burrito wraps, salad, chips with dips and sauces she knows Jax and herself like. They've got fresh cold lemonade, coke in case he doesn't want lemonade, two slices of lemon cheesecake, cookies, and even more burrito wraps, all wrapped in aluminium foil.
"Darlin', you're spoiling me," Jax grins, sitting across her now, and he leans over the table to grab her chin and press a sweet kiss to her mouth.
"It's the least I could do," She smiles, cupping the hand on her chin and Jax groans, hungry and a little turned on, "Don't say to me or I'll put a ring on your finger,"
"Alright, big boy, calm down, eat first, and then talk about putting a ring on my finger," She laughs lightheartedly.
Jax kisses her again and sits back down, grabbing a burrito, "You made like ten of these, who's gonna eat all of that?" He rips the aluminium to expose the wrap and takes a huge bite, just about avoiding biting into aluminium foil as well.
She unscrews the lemonade bottle and pours him a cup, and then opens the salad container, sticking a fork in it, in front of him, "For the others, I know there aren't a lot of guys in today, so I made extra,"
"Oh, angel, you shouldn't have," He coos, stuffing salad in his mouth and a chip too, right after.
"I wanted to," She smiles, taking a satisfied sip of her lemonade.
Jax chews and swallows, then he turns around, "Half-Sack! Call everyone and get over here!"
Half-Sack does right as he's told, because he's sure it has to do with food, and who doesn't love free homemade food?
It takes Half-Sack less than a minute to gather everyone and bring them to Jax and his girlfriend, sitting at the bench. Jax wipes his mouth with a tissue, "Alright, my gorgeous girl made you losers homemade burritos, grab one and thank her,"
She flushes, smiling big when the men reach inside the lunch bag to grab a wrap, and every time, without fail, they thank her with a grateful nod. Half of them go back inside, and the other half are too excited and hungry to sit so they unwrap the burritos and take a bite right there, standing around Jax and his girl.
Then, suddenly everyone is ooh-ing, and wow-ing, their faces light up and they ask her, "Yo, this shit is good, what did you put in it?" She giggles and Jax tells them it's a secret and to scram so he can eat with his girlfriend in peace.
I just wanted to let you wonderful followers know that I have not abandoned you guys, the stories or my OCs. I am still here!
Back in January after updating Derailed, I started to hit writer’s block and had a hard time conveying Viv’s personality out so I took a short break. I started to get it back together but my family is currently going through a difficult time with some personal issues. I am trying to get it all back together and get you all some more chapters.
tags: pining, love at first sight, size difference, threats of violence, canon-typical jax behaviour/violence, Jax is in lovvveeeee, not beta read, writer is in love w this dumbass and thanks to him, this side blog exists + he brought writer out a writing rut <3 all because he made me horny. don't ever underestimate the power of an ovulating woman and her pussy. amen.
Jax doesn't expect to meet the love of his life in their dingy bar, barrelling through the doors, fuming and crying no less.
Everything was as usual, smoke filled up the place, stinking like tobacco and cheap beer. Men laughed and cheered as they played pool and gambled, random profanities would be shouted once in a while over the radio playing in the background. It was just like any other day, pretty mundane for the gang of bike riders, that is until the doors burst open, a pretty sight graced their establishment.
Jax didn't look up from the game of cards he was in the middle of, that is until she spoke, "Where is he?" The words were growled, more like. With as much ferocity as a kitten in Jax's eyes when he finally looked over.
The girl was panting, standing there while clutching her handbag in one hand, and her phone in the other. Her eyes were glassy and furious, scanning the bar's clientele frantically, looking for someone. And, Jax hoped that no one of the assholes in his gang were dating her because she was oh so pretty. She had on a long sleeved white top, the material soft and fluffy, cropped and falling off one pretty shoulder, her hips were covered in a small jean skirt, held close by a sparkly silver belt, more for show than anything as the skirt was tight and small enough to stay still on her body.
Then came in her heeled boots, that stopped right where her knees started, leaving the soft skin of her thighs exposed to the elements, and to the eyes of everyone in the bar to ogle at.
"Where are you? You stupid dickhead!" She shouts, pushing through the bigger bodies of the bike riders in search of the origin of her anger. Jax leans back in his chair, to get a better view of her glassy eyes and those devastatingly gorgeous and plump pink lips, the lower lip trembling when she's not shouting.
That's when she finally gets her hands on a shoulder, spins the man around and rips the hood off his head, Jax's frowns when he sees a young face, a much too young face to be in here. So he pushes his chair back, placing his cards face down and walking towards the woman and the boy she just grabbed, "Did you lose your fucking mind? What the fuck are you doing here? Your friend told me about your little plan!!"
She's fuming, crying now, hitting the boy on the chest, and be barely budges, her hits not affecting him in the slightest, but her words do make him lower his head in embarrassment at getting caught. "Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?"
The whole bar is watching them at this point, no one moving to interrupt them, watching the drama unfold. Except Jax, who easily makes his way to the crying, distressed girl, "Now, what's going on here?"
He stands next to the girl with the wet Bambi eyes, offers her a small smile and looks at the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, "How old are you, son?"
The boy shakes his shoulder, trying to escape his grip with an uncomfortable look on his face, "I'm 18-"
"He's 15, and he's my little brother." She sniffles and glares at her brother.
"You're not old enough to drink, but you knew that. So why did you really come here?" Jax asked, bending his head to try and meet her brother's eyes. The boy doesn't say anything and when Jax thinks he won't speak, he looks up, meets his eyes with as much confidence as possible and says, "Let me in your gang."
Jax just stares at him, "Do you even have a motorcycle?"
"I'm not stupid, I know what you do! I'm fast and-" Jax decided he's heard enough and grabs him by the neck like a disobedient pup and drags him out of the bar, his sister right behind them as the boy tries to escape his hold, spitting curses left and right.
"Actually, you are pretty fucking stupid. You want to know to know why?" Jax throws him on the pavement, watching the boy catch himself on his hands and knees. "I'll tell you," He runs a hand through his hair, "You believe made up stories you hear in the streets, and that will get you killed. That's why you need to stay in high-school and never step a foot in our bar!"
Jax sighs, "You better thank your sister for saving your life."
Her brother gets up, looking extremely embarrassed and angry, dusting himself off, he clenches his fist and glares at Jax, at that he can understand, the boy is young and dumb, he was handled like a puppy out in public. But what he can't stand for, is when her brother turns to glare at his sister, and Jax moves the second he sees the boy take a step forward, jaw set and fists clenched.
Jax stands in front of her like a mountain, "Try it, and I'll break your fucking jaw, boy."
Jax hears a whimper and his blood boils, his sister cares for his well-being and the shit wanted to repay her kindness with violence and hurt.
Her brother spits right in front of Jax's feet and takes off. Jax would chase him and set him straight if it was any other day, but it wasn't. He had the prettiest and sweetest girl in his hands to check up on. Jax straightens his kutte and turns around, seeing sadness written all over her smaller face. She covers her face with her hands and lowers her body so she sits on the hard, cold and dirty concrete of the pavement.
He looks around, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches her shoulders slump and her phone to ding with a notification, she wipes her wet eyes with the back of her hand and reads the message she received. Her wet, dark eyelashes blink as her eyes read over the message and she sighs again, eyes welling up with tears. Jax sighs and goes to sit next to her as she shoves her phone in her handbag.
"You alright?" He asked, studying the side of her devastatingly gorgeous face.
She sniffles and turns to look at him, their bodies just barely touching, and Jax's heart jumps at the bounce of her dark curls, framing her face like a cloud, a real life angel, "I was meant to go on a date, you know?"
"What happened?" He blinks.
"I'm officially 30 minute late and my date messaged me. Let's just say he isn't happy at being stood up." She mumbles. Jax hums, "Why don't you call him and explain why you're late?"
She closes her eyes for a second, then opens them again, smile wobbly, "He's going on a date with another girl. He hates me now. It won't change anything."
Jax frowns, "Sorry but your date sounds like an asshole. You could have been kidnapped or got into an accident and he's-"
"It's okay," She chuckles, not a ounce of humour behind it.
"It's not. You've had a down right shitty day, darlin'" Jax says, suddenly getting up. "Look, come have a drink or two." He sticks one of his hands out, looking at her expectantly. She bites her lower lip, "I'm sorry I don't- I don't drink." Jax smiles a little, "Then how about this, let's get ice-cream."
She brings her knees to her chest and shakes her head, "I don't-"
"You're already all dolled up, so you may as well do something. Let yourself have one good thing today, hm? On me." Jax added, he's starting to feel a little stupid because he's sure he's not being subtle at all. He hopes he doesn't come off as some jackass who sees her as an opportunity. He wants to help, he really does. And the fact that she happens to be so pretty that it makes his heart melt, wasn't his fault. "And we'll talk about your brother too, if you want."
She thinks about it and nods, finally placing her hand in his. Jax's eyes almost widen at the size difference, but he acts cool and clears his throat, getting his hand back to shove it in his pocket, his fingers tingling where she touched him. She dusts herself off, wiping the back of her skirt with her hand as he rushes inside to settle his tab, slamming cash on the counter and ignoring his guy's hollers and whoops, he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as he makes his way to his parked bike, pulling his keys out of his pockets.
"Have you ridden a bike before?" He asked, getting his only helmet out as she made her way to him, looking at his bike, "Like this? No."
"I'll drive slow, don't worry." He kindly smiled at her, taking a step towards her, holding his helmet with both hands, "Can I?"
"Oh yeah, of course." She jumps, straightening her back and watching Jax push her curls out of her forehead with his fingers, and then place his helmet carefully over her head, snapping it shut and taking a step back.
She watches him throw a leg over the machine and put his key in the ignition, the beast roaring to life as he pulls it up with his feet and arms, "Get on," He motions with his head and she wears her handbag on one arm and sits behind him, getting comfortable and placing her hands on his shoulders, "What's your name?" She asked.
"Jax. What's yours?" He said loudly over his bike's engine. She replied and he whipped his head back, "WHAT?"
She nudged closer, repeating her name again and he grinned, knowing full well he heard her the first time, he just wanted her closer, for safety purposes of course!
"You smell real nice, what's that?" He shouted over his shoulder. She got closer, her chest pressed against his back, "Coconut and Tangerines lotion!" Jax grinned, she smelled delicious and he was hungry. He hopes wherever they're going, that they'll have tangerines flavoured ice cream, because he really doesn't think she'll let him bury his teeth in her sweet skin like a greedy bastard after knowing him for 10 minutes. Or maybe she would, who knows.
"Where's your helmet?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his waist as he finally turned the bike around, entering the road.
Jax looked over his shoulder, "Don't worry about that. Hold tight, Tangy." That's all the warning she got before he took off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
jax teller x poc fem!reader (nicknamed Tangy by him because she smells sweet like tangerines)
1.4k words
tags: Sneaking Around, Age Difference, Teenage Rebellion, But not really because everyone is +18, Kissing, Blind Character, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Love, Lust, Not Beta Read
a/n: enjoy :) If you enjoy the tangy-verse, pls do check out my masterlist!
"Can I come over, tonight?" Jax asked, tilting his head down to meet Tangy's eyes.
Her body locked and her eyes widened, her teeth digging into her plush glossy pink lip and Jax wanted to eat her right then and there. She shuddered as he continued to watch her with his intense blue eyes, a deer caught in headlights. "Okay," She jerkily nodded, "But you'll have to come in through the window."
Jax wanted to laugh at how juvenile it was, sneaking in through the window in the middle of the night, for smeared lip gloss kisses and soft skin. But it was worth it, for her, it always would be.
"What time?" He hummed, his minty breath sweeping over her face.
"Midnight," She answered, lips parted and big eyes on his, hypnotised.
"Alright," He grinned, Jax was about to leave but decided to steal a quick sticky kiss from her, licking the sweet remains of her lip gloss from his lips.
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Jax climbs all the way up her window, boots held in one hand after she asked him to "Please take them off", and he did just what she told him with hearts in his eyes. He managed to climb to her window without laughing in delight, heart slamming in his chest. He's flipping thirty for Gods sake, and here he was, climbing through the window of a girl, nine years his junior, into the safe heaven of her girly bedroom.
She couldn't stop herself from reaching forward, to grab onto his arms, scared he'll somehow fall and break something. Jax laughs as she tries to shush him, he goes for her mouth, stone cold sober, but in that moment, he felt high off her exotic lotions and sweet perfumes. And he wanted a kiss.
Jax doesn't mean to lose his grip on the edge of the window, tumbling inside her room, on her bed, trying not to squish her under his weight as she squeals. His heavy, dirty boots slip from his hand and end up on the other side of the room, hitting the wall and settling messily on her clean carpet.
They both freeze, her hands wrapped around his waist, Jax looks around her room, noticing the many colourful posters and random stuff she had decorating her room, and he can't wait to study and snoop around, prying answers from her sweet lips as to why in the world she had a giant colourful pony plush just sitting in the corner of her room, staring straight at him.
"Are you alright, honey?" A voice comes from behind her door.
They both hold their breath and Jax looks down at the girl below him, "Don't move," She mouths right as her doorknob twists open and her mother comes in.
Jax holds his breath, ready to get chased out of the house with a broom, but what he doesn't expect is her mother's eyes not looking at the room, not really looking at anything for that matter. Flitting around somewhere above his head.
"Hey, mama." Tangy tries to sound normal.
"You alright? Did you fall?" Her mother asked, hand on the doorknob, dressed in a fluffy pink robe, a scarf wrapped around her head, protecting her curls. She looks ready for bed.
"I was moving some stuff around and tripped on my bedsheets, sorry for waking you up," She explained, still under Jax as he watched the encounter in silence, still laying on top of Tangy, trying to support his weight on his arms without making the bed frame squeak.
Her mother hums, "Okay, don't hurt yourself, baby."
That's all she said before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Jax finally let out a breath when he heard her footsteps fade away, "You didn't tell me your mother was blind!"
"Huusshhh!" She panicked, slapping her hands against his mouth, he easily ripped her hands from his mouth, putting more of his weight on her, trapping her against her baby blue sheets, "You're good at lying to your poor Ma. You bring guys here often?"
She shakes her head, "No, never- You're the first."
"Really?" Jax raises a brow.
"Never felt the need to, before. But now," She sighs, looks away for a moment, digs her fingers deeper over his kutte and he inhales sharply through his nose, "I want to. I've been good to my parents for- forever, I want to be bad, I want to do what I want now."
Jax smiles and wonders how sheltered she was growing up, that she finally feels comfortable to have a guy over when she's 21 and not 16. She's within her right to do whatever the fuck she wants, and yet, she considers this being bad.
"Jax," His name sounds so good coming from her, he hums.
"I need to lock the door," She flutters her eyelashes at him, and he nods, finally letting her go, already missing the warmth of her body under him as he watches her slide off the bed, and that's when he finally notices what she was wearing.
Tangy was wearing the lightest fabric he's ever seen, a pale pink babydoll chemise under an opened white cardigan, and the fluffiest, cotton-candy coloured socks on her feet. Jax felt like he was going to explode, eyes fixated on the hem of the ridiculously tiny chemise, the hem brushing over the skin of her thighs, teasing him. When she quietly locks the door and spins around, the fabric twirls and he swears he sees a peek of her panties.
Jax rips his eyes away from the hem of her chemise and glances up at her sweet face.
She looks shy and Jax moves to sit up properly on the bed, sitting on the edge, socked feet on her fluffy light pink carpet. He doesn't say anything, Jax just slowly spreads his legs and leans back a little, tilting his head to the side.
Tangy bites her lower lip and moves, with slow steps she reaches him and puts her hands on his shoulders. She smells really nice and Jax wants to bury his head under her chemise, right between her breasts if she'd let him. Tangy then takes a seat on his lap and Jax can't help himself, his fingers immediately making contact with the soft skin of her thighs.
She's looking at him with eyes filled with stars and glitter, and her tantalising lips fall apart and Jax cups her ass, pulling her in closer. A soundless gasp leaves her mouth and Jax wants to eat her right up.
"We have to be quiet," She whispers and he grins, "I can do that,"
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"I was wondering when you were going to introduce me to the boy who's been sneaking into my house at night?" Tangy's mother asks and Jax almost drops the papers he had in his hands, reading over the car's history.
They were at the Teller-Morrow autoshop, to fix up Tangy's old car so she can start driving it again, after leaving it behind when she left for University in New York City.
"What?" His darling wheezed, grabbing onto the car's roof, eyes wide.
"I'm blind, my other senses work just fine, if not better. I can always smell him on you, so don't try to lie to me again." She said, angling her body towards Jax, fully onto him now. His eyes widened, staring at the girl next to him, then at the blind woman.
Well, he may as well own up to it now.
"Is that a way of saying I need to shower more often?" Jax tries to make light of it and immediately regrets it when the woman glares at him from under her sunglasses, her white cane held in both hands. She could hit him right now and he would have deserved it, a hundred percent.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Jax scratches the back of his neck.
The woman sighs and turns her head towards the direction her daughter was standing, "I don't care what you do, you're an adult, just be careful and polite enough to let me know you're having company,"
"I will," Tangy nods and Jax notices, at the same as her mother, that she didn't apologise. So Jax does it for both of them, "I'm sorry, ma'am, it won't happen again,"
Jax doesn't actually believe he has to apologise for anything but old people love it when you're polite, so if he wants to keep hanging out with Tangy, he wants to make sure her family won't be a problem. He doesn't care if they hate him or not, but he knows Tangy probably cares, knowing girls.
"Alright, when can we come back to get the car?" The woman asked instead and Jax nodded, getting back to business.
Had a dream about Benny... You know what that means—BEAR WITH REVE <33
And now, I can't stop thinking about him and Jax lay their heads on your lap while you clean their faces up after they fought their respective rivals on the ring, letting them nuzzle and rub their hands along your thighs and stare up at you like you hung the stars in the sky for them... 😔
You want a milkshake, baby? They'll argue over who gets to pay for it (and get the kiss from you as a thank you).
Would you let them take you out since they both won for you? Whatever you wanna do, where you want it to be, just so long you're there.
You wanna take care of them, with the condition that they behave? Well, they won't ever say no to that ❤️
Vanilla Milkshake pt. 2
part 1
suggestive (no smut)
Jax Teller (SOA) x poc fem!reader + Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x poc fem!reader
5.6k words
summary: the prettiest girl in town takes care of jax and benny after a couple of rounds in the ring.
tags: no use of y/n but of nickname 'tangy' given to reader by jax because she smells sweet like tangerines, Not Beta Read, Fluff, Crossover, Humor, Banter, Cuddling & Snuggling, Manhandling, Teasing, Flirting, Sharing Clothes, Canon-Typical Behavior, Internalized Misogyny, Love, Falling In Love, Pre-Poly (i think), Lust, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Boxing & Fisticuffs, Soft/sweet Benny Miller, Protective Jax & Benny, Scents & Smells, Jax and Benny are Cousins.
a/n: this took me a little while. but I'm happy w the result. I love writing fics like these. they bring me comfort. and I couldn't resist adding this one scene for this one character 👀 you'll know when you read it hehe.
Jax hummed, head in her lap, sprawled on his messy bed at the clubhouse while a party raged on outside his door. His skin was warm and a bruise was slowly but surely forming on his side. Jax was also half naked, he only bothered with a pair of boxers when he stumbled out of the shower and fell face first on his bed, arms wrapping themselves around Tangy's waist.
"Hey, Jax," Tangy smiled, running her fingers through his damp hair.
"Are you and Benny really cousins?"
Jax lifted his head to look at her, "What?"
"I was just wondering…" She shrugged.
Truth be told, she found it a little odd that the cousins were showing outward feelings of wanting to be with her with no shame, like it didn't really bother them that they were pining after the same girl. Like, sure, they fought outside the diner when Benny and Tangy hooked up, but even then, Jax kept trying to get in her pants and Benny made it clear as day he liked her. He wanted to get to know her. It was fair to say that there was some competition going on between the two.
If she liked the same guy as her cousin, she wouldn't feel very comfortable cuddling up with him knowing her cousin made out with the guy.
"If it makes you feel any better, we're not blood related," Jax said with a tiny smirk, her worried expression amusing him.
"How?" Tangy frowned.
"Well," Jax picked himself up and crawled further up the bed, laying on his back, head on his pillow and pulling her to his chest this time. Manhandling her into laying on top of him. "Benny's dad married into my dad's side after divorcing his first wife, who's their mom. So, technically, we're considered cousins, but we ain't actually related if you're worried about it,"
"Oh," Tangy nodded, feeling a little relieved.
"Yeah," Jax chuckled, cupping the back of her head to pull her in for a kiss.
Right in that moment, the door slammed open and in walked a very happy looking Benny. He closed the door back up with his foot and stood in the room with a plastic bag in hand, "I have come bearing gifts!"
Benny was shirtless and barefoot, only wearing a pair of shorts with a towel resting on his shoulders with his hair still dripping from his quick shower. He threw the bag on the bed and Tangy tried to wiggle out of Jax's hold to see what Benny got them but Jax was being a little shit as usual, not wanting to let her go.
Benny placed the towel on the chair in front of the desk so it could dry while Tangy squealed and kicked her feet, trying to twist her body away from Jax, only to end up on her back on top of him, his arms wrapped around her own that were above her head.
"Let me go, you freak!" She tried to get her feet under her but couldn't, bare feet sliding on his messy white sheets.
"You're actually so rude, Tangy, never even said please like a good girl," Jax sighed, smirk still on his face.
"What the- Jax! Oh my God!—" Tangy coughed, baffled and pulled harder to escape his hold but with all that futile movement, she was only forcing her thin cotton shorts up, making them ride up her ass and her t-shirt was now bunched up just under her tits, a little more pulling and her white bra will be exposed to Jax's messy room.
"Jax! My shorts are literally up my ass!" She shouted, sweating a little.
"Really? Show me," Jax quickly said, laughing loudly when she screamed. He didn't actually care, but her embarrassed expression entertained him up to no end.
Jax decided to take it a step further and wrapped his strong thighs around her own, effectively trapping her with nowhere to go.
"Help!" She screamed, laughing when Jax brought a hand down to pinch her side, tickling her.
Meanwhile, after Benny made sure that the towel would properly dry on the chair and not grow mold, he got in Jax's bathroom and started doing God knows what. But once he was done and came out, he just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the bathroom's door frame, watching the scene with a small smirk.
When Tangy finally noticed Benny just standing there, she glares at him, no real heat behind it, "Benny! You're a traitor! Help me!"
Benny laughs and approaches the bed, getting a knee on the mattress and a hand on Jax's leg, "Let her go, come on,"
"Nah," Jax grinned, all shark like and pulled more on her arms, the bottom of her white bra now peeking out from under the bunched up mess that was her t-shirt.
Benny sighed, "You're such an asshole, man," He grabbed the hem of Tangy's shirt and pulled it down, after giving her a small kiss on her stomach. She giggled at the feel of his warm lips and the stubble on his chin and jaw.
Jax stares at Benny for a while, how he's looking down at the girl between them and finally relaxed his hold on her, pulling her up to a sitting position between his legs as he reaches for the plastic bag to have something to occupy his hands with.
He doesn't look back when he hears shuffling and Tangy mumbling about feeling a little dizzy and Benny chuckling, and then she says, "Thank you," and kisses him. Jax doesn't have to look back to know what sort of face Benny was wearing, the poor bastard.
Jax pulls out a cold beer, his favourite brand, and grins, "That's what I'm talking about,"
He moves to lay his back on the headboard, crossing a leg over the other and popping the bottle cap open with the edge of his bedside table, leaving a mark on the wood.
"Oh, thank you, Benny," Tangy says, taking out a chilly orange juice drink from the bag, and a Snickers bar. Then she crawls next to Jax and sits next to him, stretching her legs on the bed. She rips the plastic covering the sweet treat with her teeth and takes a bite, then she sticks her drink in front of Jax's face, to open it for her. Jax grabs it without a word, popping the cap open like he did earlier, handing her the skinny glass bottle back.
"Thanks," She leans forward and pecks him on the cheek. Jax smiles and then frowns when the whole bed squeaks, "Benny,"
Benny grins and slowly crawls next to Tangy, settling next to her, squishing her a little between each other. The bed was king sized, but it still wasn't meant for three adults. "If my bed breaks it's going to be your fault,"
"If it breaks I'll fix it," Benny shrugs, grinning, and pops his beer open with his teeth.
"You're gonna hurt yourself!" Tangy exclaims as soon as she sees him doing it, and he spits the lid in his palm and puts it inside the plastic bag.
Benny laughs then, loud and unashamed, "Sweetheart, it you were really worried about me hurting myself, you could've stopped me from getting in the ring,"
Earlier Benny and Jax both jumped in the ring, one after the other to fight their respective opponents. Loads of bets were made during both fights, about who'll win and lose, but also, who'd win between the two cousins, who'll come up on top. Tangy has no idea who took the crown because they both won and decided that was enough for one night, and that's how they ended up holed up in Jax's room at the clubhouse to decompress.
"I wanted to watch you fight to see if you fought like Jax or bet-" Tangy abruptly stops when she realises her slip up. Her eyes widen and Jax leans even closer than he already was, "What did you just say?"
"Nothing!" She lies and gulps the rest of her drink quickly, staring at him with big Bambi eyes.
Benny glances at Jax and licks his lower lip, "I mean, I am professional MMA fighter so I've got techniques—"
"There ain't techniques to kicking ass, Benny," Jax snorts.
"The hell there ain't?!" Benny huffs, offended.
Tangy sighs, leaning over Benny's lap to shove her empty bottle in the plastic bag when Benny cups the back of her neck. "In your opinion, who fought best?" He asks, gazing down at her.
"I don't know," Tangy shrugs and pulls back, Benny letting go of her neck and instead grabbing one of her curls in his hand, pulling at the strand a little and letting it go when she pouts at him.
"If you can't pick, you have to give us both a reward," Jax says and Tangy flushes, "I did not agree to such thing!"
"Aw, don't get shy now, darlin' " Jax laughs, bending down and kissing her on the shoulder, covered in a thin cotton t-shirt. Tangy huffs, about to push his face away when an idea pops in her head, she grabs Jax's face in both hands and kisses him square on the mouth. The kiss takes him by surprise, so once she pulls away, he's dumbfounded and she's grinning, "There, your reward,"
Benny stares lazily at the two with the mouth of the beer bottle just hovering over his mouth, waiting for something to happen.
Jax does move, a bit too quickly because in him trying to grab Tangy, he loses grip of his half full beer bottle, that ends up all over the front of her t-shirt. The cool liquid drenching her chest. She gasps in shock, immediately bending forward to try and escape the cool feeling and from getting her bra soaked in beer too.
"Shit," Jax curses, unsure whether because he accidentally showered her in beer or because her t-shirt turned see-through and he could see her pretty white bra and the little bow in the centre of her breasts. At least the beer didn't get on the mattress, what luck.
Tangy whines and Benny immediately sits up and grabs the hem of her t-shirt from the back, pulling it over her head, trying to avoid the fabric touching her face or her hair. Once the t-shirt's gone, Benny hangs it over the headboard to dry and Tangy's looking down at the big stain of beer on her bra, darkening the fabric.
"I'm sorry, baby, didn't mean to," Jax apologises and she looks up, smiling a little, "It's okay, I got a spare one,"
Tangy slips off the bed and reaches under Jax's bed, taking out her handbag. Along with her phone, wallet and essentials like three lipglosses, a hand cream, six lollipops and a brownie bite squished to hell inside the plastic packaging, she always has spear panties and bra, just in case.
The bra she takes out is a pale pink one with cute white lace trims. Tangy doesn't even bother with going to the bathroom, she just turns around and takes off her white bra right there, throwing it over her shoulder, "Can you hang that for me to dry?"
Benny catches the garment mid-air, right as its about to smack Jax on the face, who's staring intensely at the crease between her thigh and ass, her tiny shorts riding up a little, giving him a peek of sweet, soft and supple skin that he could perfectly imagine himself digging his teeth in.
Benny does just as she tells him while Jax watches her slip on her new bra, and once she's done she turns around, smiling, "Ta-da!"
"I like that colour on you," Jax lick his lower lip, eyeing her up and down without shame.
"Yeah, you look gorgeous, baby," Benny smiles with his hand under his chin
"Thank you," She lifts her hands above her head and does a little twirl with an impish grin.
Right in that moment the door bursts open and all three of them look up at the disturbance.
"Oh shit, sorry," Juice quickly apologises, trying to grab the doorknob but miserably failing because he's also trying not to drop the girl that's feeling him up all over.
"What's up, Juice?" Jax nods at him.
"Hi, Juice!" Tangy waves at the man.
"Hi, Tangy!" He smiles, waving back at her, then he remembers why he even opened the door in the first place, "Oh yeah!— Gemma wants to talk to you both," He nods towards Jax and Benny.
"Why?" Jax frowns in confusion, surely whatever she needs to tell them can wait until the morning when everyone's sober.
"I don't know," Juice shrugs and he watches both Jax and Benny exchange looks. Jax sighs and drags himself out of his bed to get some jeans on. Jax walks past Tangy, running his hand across the dip of her back, on his way to his wardrobe. She shudders at his cold fingers and he smirks, Tangy then turns around and pushes a finger between his back and the waistband of his boxers, pulling and letting it go to smack his ass.
"What the hell?" Jax jumps and Tangy runs away, jumping on the bed to hide behind Benny's frame while giggling.
Benny grins and sticks an arm behind him, to push her closer when Jax glares at both of them, no real heat behind it.
Benny then asks when he realises Tangy was still in her bra, "Jax, do you have something for her to wear?"
"Yeah, look in that shelf for a t-shirt," Jax nods towards it while putting on his jeans.
"I don't really feel like wearing a t-shirt, it's pretty hot, and plus, have you seen what the other girls are wearing outside?" Tangy says, sitting on the mattress and crossing her arms over her chest while Juice tries to shush the giggling girl hanging off his shoulder.
Jax frowns and looks back at her, "You're not going out there in your pink girly bra,"
"Why not?" Tangy juts her chin up, fully knowing the reason why. But she likes playing with Jax. She enjoys it when he gets all serious and protective. It's not very ethical but Tangy never claimed to be an Angel. It's not like she'll really put herself in a situation where the Sons can think they can get their hands on her, she was not a Crow Eater. A guest, yes, but not part of whatever they had going on at the club.
"Look," Benny then says, lowering himself on his knee so he could look at her right in the eyes, "You can wear whatever the hell you want, as long as I'm there to fight handsy drunk bikers off, okay?"
Tangy bites her lower lip, belly flip-flopping and feeling warm all over. Benny looks so honest on his knee for her. He's shirtless and tan and got light hairs on his chest and his hair is sticking in all directions and he's so handsome. She watched him fight that same night, and he was amazing, quick and brutal, the whole time her heart was slamming in her chest. Especially when he won and looked at her in the crowd, grinning, bright like the sun. He was so giddy to hear what she thought of his fight, so eager to hear her praise him and cup his warm cheeks and kiss him on his forehead.
"Alright, lover boy, get up," Jax patted his cousin on the shoulder.
"And you," Jax threw a grey t-shirt on her lap, "Wear this while we're with Gemma, and when we come back, you can take it off. You can take off all of your clothes as long as I get to watch,"
"You're such a pervert!" Tangy squeaks, hiding her face with the t-shirt while Benny tries not to smile. He stands up and she finally slips it on without a fight. Glancing down at the chest, she notices the Teller-Morrow lettering on one side, and Jax stitched on the other.
"It's your work t-shirt," She says, to no one in particular and sniffs the collar, "Smells clean, thank you, Jax,"
"You're welcome, come on," Jax grabbed her hand as she slipped on her pink Juicy Couture wedge sandals.
"Dude, she called you smelly," Benny says, giggling. And looping his finger on the belt loop of her cotton shorts, knuckle brushing her ass with every step they take towards the bar, where the music was blasting and bikers drinking.
Jax glares at him, "Shut up,"
"Juice, why does she have two boyfriends? That's not fairrrrr!" The girl with Juice whined, behind them, clearly tipsy. Juice gasped, "They're not her boyfriends?"
"You don't know that!" She huffs, "It's not fair, she can't have Jax and his hot cousin!"
"Okay, baby— Guys, Gemma is right outside with Tig, I gotta get her some water!" Juice says loudly over the music and Jax looks back over his shoulder, giving him a nod.
Jax and Benny lead Tangy to the bar, where Ope was nursing a drink with Chibs and Bobby who were bickering about something. Jax leads Tangy with a hand on the dip of her back, to take a seat on the stool next to Opie.
"Ope," Jax says and the man looks over his shoulder, and at the girl by his side.
Jax doesn't have to say anything because Ope nods, "You got it,"
"Come on," Jax nods at Benny and he makes his way to the door, but Benny doesn't immediately follow, he bends down and smacks a kiss to Tangy's cheek before following Jax.
Tangy is sitting still, her cheeks hot as Opie, Chibs and Bobby stare at her.
"Uhm, hi," She smiles, waving at the three men.
"You want a beer?" Opie asks, lazily taking a sip of his own.
"No, thanks, already had a drink earlier," She smiles politely, vaguely pointing towards Jax's room. It wasn't beer, but they don't need to know that.
"Sensible thinking. You have to take care of your liver, you're just a wee lass after all," Chibs says, nodding his head towards her. "You can learn a thing or two from the young lady, Bobby," Chibs glances at his friend next to him, who scoffs, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You have a problem, dude," Opie says and Bobby glares at him, "No, I don't!"
Tangy sits there quietly, looking back at the party going on while Opie and Bobby argue that he was living on borrowed time if he keeps drinking like a fish, which Tangy can't tell if it's ironic or not, considering she hasn't been around much to analyse everyone's drinking habits. All she knows is that the Sons Of Anarchy love a good drink, or two, or three.
"You having fun?" Chibs says, sitting next to her, on the other free stool, putting her between himself and Opie, who was laughing in Bobby's face.
She jumps a little, not expecting him to sit next to her, this close. Tangy looks at him with a small smile, "Not really, I'm just watching,"
He hums, eyeing her and down, looking at the big t-shirt with Jax's name stitched on the breast, so big it hid the tiny cotton shorts she was wearing. Her legs were naked and her cute pink sandals were a harsh contrast to the black stools and dirty brown flooring.
"Do you like Jackie boy?" He suddenly asks and she stares at him, taken aback. Tangy then smiles, "Yeah, he's nice,"
"And Benny?" Chibs asks, staring straight through her entire soul. She's not sure what he's trying to do, so she grins, "Why? Are you gonna scold and call me greedy if I say yes?"
"Nah, you're too pretty to have one boyfriend, two should be right to handle ya," Chibs says with a small smile, and Tangy laughs in shock, a hand to her chest, "They're not my boyfriends!"
Chibs shrugs, "I don't care what you call 'em,"
"Does everyone think I'm with them both?" Tangy asks, looking around, and a drunk biker loses his footing and takes a whole table down with him, cards and chips flying everywhere.
Chibs stares at her, deadpan, "Yeah, especially the other girls, they're not too happy with you,"
Tangy frowns a little, this was expected, especially with how popular Jax seemed with women. She sighed, "What do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know, lass, I'm just telling ya, there's loads of jealous people around, so be careful," Chibs says finally finishing his beer, pushing his empty beer bottle to the corner, near the wall so it could be collected later on. That's when Tangy finally notices the rings on his fingers, he had on four on each hand, silver and black. "Oh, can I see your rings?"
Chibs raises a brow and glances down at his knuckles, he puts his hands flat on the bar counter and watches Tangy lean closer, to get a better look at them, and the movement makes a whiff of her sweet scent hit his nose.
"You smell lovely," He says without thinking and she looks at him, grinning, "Thank you,"
She turns her attention back to the rings, "Can I touch them?"
Chibs' lip twitches into a smile, "Yeah, you can touch 'em,"
Tangy runs her finger over the big rings, over skulls, knives, letters and numbers, crosses, birds & snakes, "They're pretty detailed, I like them, are they heavy?" She says, lifting her head to look at him and Chibs shakes his head, "They're not heavy,"
"They look a little chunky to me, or maybe I'm just too used to the rings most people wear," She hums and Chibs smiles, pulling one of his rings, the pinky one, off, "We're not most folks, are we?"
Tangy grins, "No, you're not,"
Chibs then slowly grabs her delicate wrist, straightening her fingers out with his warm palm under hers, and slips the ring on her ring finger and she gasps, "It is a little heavy!"
She holds her hand up and looks at the ring, it's got a little crow on it, with a couple of roses surrounding it. The band of the ring was silver while the details were black, and when she moved her hand around under the light, she noticed a little red hue.
"There's a little red in it! Chibs look!" She laughs in delight, sticking her hand in front of his face and he chuckles, "I can see that,"
"Is it real silver?" She asks, slipping it off her finger and putting it on his palm.
"All of them are," Chibs hums, putting it back on.
"They fit you, you've got good taste," She says and he smiles, looking away for a second, and Tangy has a sneaking suspicion he's a tiny bit flattered. Then he looks back at her, closing his hand in a fist, and opening it back up again, "I'm not really wearing them for aesthetics," He admits.
Tangy stares at him, "Sorry?"
Chibs frowns down at his knuckles, he looks at the girl and makes a fist, and a vague imitation of a punch. Tangy grimaces a bit, "Oh, right,"
"Sorry, I'm not the fashionista you think I am," Chibs says, sounding truly apologetic.
Tangy straightens up a little on her stool, and scooches closer to him, Opie at her back and grabs Chibs' shoulder, "You can still fight people in style! It's not a crime!"
"Lassie, some of it is," Chibs says and she bursts out laughing.
"Okay, look, here, do this," Tangy says, giggling, and makes a fist, Chibs follows, his elbow on the counter. She then grabs his wrist and presses her cheek to his knuckle, squishing her cheeks and her plush lips to silver and carved black stones.
Chibs stares at her while she manhandles his fist even closer, pushing her face against his rings to see if they hurt, "Oh yeah, it hurts a little," She pulls her face away from his knuckle, finished with her little experiment and rubs her cheek with her other hand, "I hope I won't have to see someone get punched by you,"
"You won't," Chibs says, looking intently at her when he reaches for her soft face to brush away something with his thumb.
"Hm?" She blinks at him.
"You had an eyelash,"
"Oh,"
That's when Jax and Benny come back. Benny immediately brightens up when he sees Tangy while Jax looks a little lost in thought. They make it to the bar counter and Jax immediately asks, "Do you want to go get a milkshake?"
Tangy's a little taken back by the random question, but she doesn't think she'll ever turn down sweet treats, so she nods, "Sure, is Benny coming with us?"
"We're taking my truck actually, I'll just go put on some clothes and we'll go, alright?" Benny says and Tangy nods, "Uhm, okay, can you fetch my bag with you, please?"
"And a white tee and my vest while you're at it," Jax adds and links his fingers with Tangy's, who immediately catches on to his odd mood, "You alright?"
"Yeah," Jax lies and turns to Chibs, "Thanks, man,"
Chibs nods, "My pleasure,"
"I'm gonna head out, Ope, alright? You should probably go home to Donna and the kids or she'll give you shit about it," Jax pats Opie on the shoulder, who groans and gets up, "You're right, see you tomorrow, Bobby,"
"Good night, asshole," Bobby tilts his drink towards his friend. Ope pats Chibs on the shoulder and makes his way to the door while taking out his phone.
Benny shows up right after, in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he's got Tangy's girly bag on his shoulder, just like how she wears it, the keychains making noises with every step, and in his other hand, he's got a t-shirt and Jax's kutte.
Chibs watches how Tangy doesn't even reach for her bag, instead, she links her arm with Benny's while Jax slips on his t-shirt and kutte. They're about to head out when Tangy turns and smiles at him, "Thanks, see you later!" She waves at him, and looks at Bobby, who waves back, "Bye!"
Chibs watches the trio make it out the door and the girl's got her arm linked with Benny and Jax's got her hand in his, pulling the two along in his haste to leave the clubhouse as quickly as possible.
Bobby moves to sit next to Chibs, his eyes on the three until they're out of sight, "It's not fair,"
Chibs looks at the man by his side, "What in the devil are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about, she's just— a real angel, and Jax snatched her up like nothing, and he's so into her, he doesn't even care if Benny boy steals a kiss or two, how about that?" Bobby rants and Chibs hums, his mind on how lovely she smelled next to him, and her soft tender hands on his, and her sweet eyes and pink glossy lips against his scarred knuckles and big rings.
"All I'm saying if she was my girl—"
"Get a grip, Bobby, you're twice her age," Chibs cuts him off.
"You're just jealous!" Bobby scoffs, running a hand through his long hair, or at least, trying to, considering how windswept and messy it was.
"Naw, not jealous," Chibs shrugs. And it's true, he wasn't jealous, but if he had to admit, she was a lovely girl, more than lovely, and he can definitely picture her taking hold of his heart and never letting go. But he was also a realist, and knew that she was too good for him, for any of them for that matter. He only hopes that she'll never end up affiliated with them, as an old lady or other. Jax will probably be heartbroken if he's really set on getting with her, but he'll get over her, eventually. She doesn't deserve to be in the middle of the shit they get up to.
Now, Benny on the other hand, he's a young lad who's full of energy, and most importantly, not a Son of Anarchy. So if she ends up with him, Chibs is sure that he'll take good care of her, based on the things Jax has shared about his cousin, at least. And it means that he'll still get a chance to see her around, if Benny's Jax family, which wouldn't hurt.
Chibs' thoughts then morph into images of her in white and lace, her sweet smile flashes in his head again like an echo and he pinches the bridge of his nose when he thinks of a pretty, dainty, lacey garter around her soft thigh. Chibs tries to stop himself of thinking about her delicate hands in his, in white soft gloves, of the slope of her neck, wrapped in pearls or shiny stones. Chibs he suddenly gets up, making his way outside for a smoke break. He needs to get her out of his head before he embarrasses himself.
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In Benny's truck, Tangy's sitting between the two of them. Benny is of course behind the wheel. It's a bit tight, considering how tall they are, but it's not that bad, especially since Tangy's got one of her legs on Jax's thigh.
She also has her bag on her lap, taking out her lip gloss and a small mirror the size of her palm, round and pink. She flips it open and applies her lip gloss while Jax watches her in silence. When she's done, she puts her lip gloss and mirror back in her bag. It takes her a second to realise that the truck was still in the parking lot, in front of the clubhouse.
She looks at Benny, "What're we waiting for?"
"Uhm, you didn't give me my reward for winning…" Benny says and Jax rolls his eyes.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Benny!" Tangy coos at him and grabs his face in both hands, leaning to give him a sticky kiss on his mouth.
When the kiss is about to exceed the length of Jax's kiss, Jax grunts, "Alright, that's enough, let's get out of here,"
Benny nods and finally drives off and Tangy starts fiddling with the radio, looking for a song to listen to, and Benny usually gives shit to his older brother, Will, for messing with his radio without permission. But he doesn't mind as much when it's Tangy, not when the song spilling out of the speakers happens to be her favourite, and she smiles, bright as the sun and the moon, "That's my favourite song!"
Tangy pulls away, Benny chasing her mouth but stops when she puts a hand on his chest. His eyes are half lidded and he looks like he's about to ask for another so Tangy smiles, "Can we go get milkshakes now, please?"
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The diner's empty and Benny was picked to go get their milkshakes instead of having Jamila carry them to their table. He's leaning against the counter, laughing at something the older woman said, waving a towel around.
Jax and Tangy are sitting at a booth by the window, facing each other, the table between them and their feet tangled under it.
Tangy stares at the man, who's staring at his hands on the table without saying anything, and she slowly cups his hands in hers. She waits until Jax looks up, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Jax stares at her, a strand of hair falling over his forehead, he sighs, "It's my mom,"
A bad feeling settles in Tangy's stomach, "What happened?"
"Long story short, she doesn't like having you around the club if you're not a Crow Eater," Jax explains.
Tangy nods, she can understand that, considering it's literally an official club, with hierarchy, specific rules and expectations for their members.
"She thinks I'm not really focusing on the club when I'm—" Jax stops himself and groans, running his hand down his face.
"It doesn't matter what she thinks, Jax, we're not doing anything wrong," Tangy says, squeezing his hands, "I sort of understand what she's trying to say, but it's not like I'm asking you to run away with me, from the club, which you can do, by the way,"
Jax chuckles drily, "I care about the club, they're my family,"
Tangy softens up, "I know, sweetheart,"
"I want you around, and I want you to promise to tell me if anyone says anything to you, okay?" Jax says, referring to everyone who frequents the clubhouse, any old ladies, or Sons, anyone.
He never wants her to feel uncomfortable because of something his people did. At least there's one thing that brings him a little peace of mind, the fact that Tangy has no interest in joining their messed up little family. Really, the only time she's around the sons is when she's with him. She's not even privy to any illegal shit they get up to, all she knows is what Jax tells her, and whatever rumours she hears. But she's not stupid, she knows that the Sons do get involved in crime, but she's not really sure what kind.
As long as she's kept out of the loop, she'll be okay, and Jax knows that.
"What're you guys talking about?" Benny places three milkshakes down on the table, squeezing himself next to Jax on the booth.
"Nothing," Jax smiles, grabbing himself the tall chocolate milkshake and Benny slides the vanilla one in front of Tangy, and he takes the strawberry one for himself.
"Thank you," Tangy grins, watching Benny take out his straw and lick the chunks of strawberry ice-cream stuck to it.
Tangy looks at them and laughs, "Look at us, we're like the perfect trio; we're Neapolitan ice cream!"
I mentioned in the newest Derailed update that I would be changing the face claim of Vivian. Well I have changed it and I am sorry to anyone who got used to the original FC. Buuuut I hope you guys can get used to the new one.
New FC: Jenna Dewan
Vivian is still brunette with pretty eyes, a lovely personality and sass for days. Nothing else has changed.
