Summary: You're working late, and Jax is determined to make sure you get rest.
Pairing: Jax Teller X Female Reader
WordCount: 264
Content: Fluff,
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“Darlin’, why are you still up?” You momentarily glanced up at Jax before looking back down at your paperwork once more. You needed to finish the new specials by the morning. With no answer, Jax padded towards you, Sweatpants low on his hips. He placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly kneading the tense muscles.
“You’ve been over those hundred times already. You’ve tried them on the boys, and they loved them. Tomorrow, people will be queuing at the door. If not, I’ll deal with them. Your head snapped in his direction. Jax grinned. He knew that would get your attention.
“You can’t threaten my customers. I want them to come back because they enjoy my food, not because my boyfriend threatened them.” Jax smirked.
“Only if you come to bed.” You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath about blackmail. It clearly worked. Jax helped you pull your chair out. Frowning as he noticed the bags under your eyes. No doubt this hadn’t been your first late night. However, for a while, it would be your last.
He refused to have you working yourself into the ground. He’d do whatever he needed to. Whether that would be getting the guys to help you out or getting them to hold out promotional materials. What was the point of a prospect if you couldn’t use them to help out?
“Thank you.” You mummbled barely audible.
“I’ve got you, Darlin’. Don’t worry. We look out for each other, remember. You stop me from going to jail, and I stop you from running yourself into the ground.
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❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place.
❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight.
❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you.
❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency.
❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger.
❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone.
❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.
❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.
❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.
🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it
Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)
Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.
Word count: 4,203
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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.
Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.
Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.
Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.
"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"
"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies
Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied
"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."
He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.
Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.
"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.
Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.
"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."
Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.
"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.
Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."
Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.
"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.
Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"
Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.
"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.
Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.
"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"
Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.
"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"
"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"
Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.
"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"
"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.
Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.
"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."
He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.
As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.
He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.
With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.
As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.
His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.
When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...
"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.
Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.
"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"
She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.
Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.
"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."
The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.
"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.
Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."
Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.
Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.
He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.
"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.
"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly
Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.
"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.
"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.
"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.
Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.
He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.
The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.
Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.
Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.
"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.
"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.
Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.
"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."
"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.
"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.
Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.
When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.
One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"
"Erm I don't know but I can try..."
"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily
Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though
Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".
None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.
As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.
The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.
The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.
Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.
"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."
"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.
The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.
Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.
After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"
The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids
"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her
Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.
"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.
"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.
Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."
"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.
Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."
Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.
The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.
He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"
"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"
Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.
He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.
"Here, give it to me."
Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.
"flowers suit you" she giggled
"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.
Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.
"Back off, man. I look good in it."
He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.
Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.
The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.
"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter
Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.
"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.
"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.
"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.
"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious
"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly
Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.
"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.
Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.
They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.
Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.
Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.
Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.
The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.
Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.
Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.
Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.
Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.
He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.
Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.
Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.
She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.
Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.
The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.
Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.
She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly
"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.
Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.
He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.
The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.
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It wasn’t that I didn’t have a good life, far from it, actually. I had a hard working dad, a couple of younger brothers, and a loving mother. That didn’t mean I enjoyed being lied to, either.
We had just moved from one town, to another when my dad got a promotion. Being the eldest, at twelve, I got boring jobs. ‘Keep your brothers from fighting’, or ‘can you put this on my desk, princess?’- a nickname which I loathed, by the way.
I had been setting a folder on his desk when I saw my name, making my furrow my brows. It was my birth certificate, which as far as I knew, was locked away with my brother’s. Biting my lip, my eyes darted towards the door, and then back at the folder. Gently, I pulled out the paper and froze. What had urged me to look at something to boring, I have no idea.
Where my dad’s name should have been was someone else’s entirely. My dad was not my father. Jackson Teller was. When I heard my dad’s footsteps, I quickly put things away and pretended I never saw a thing. “Was wondering if you got lost.” He teased.
I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s quiet in here.” I half lied. “No worrying about the boys making me go deaf.”
He grinned in return, and I idly wondered if I had my father’s smile. “I get that. They can get a bit loud. Go play.”
Later that night, I sat on my bed with my tablet. I had one goal- find out who this Teller was. Chewing on my lip, I scrolled through any bits that seemed helpful, often stopping to wonder who my mother used to be. Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller seemed a stark contrast from my dad.
My eyes shot to the clock, noting it was only a bit after twn. Time was moving at a crawl. Thankfully, my parents were like clockwork, so I never worried about the plans forming in my head.
Sliding out of bed, I moved silently around my room. In my piggy bank alone I had enough to a bus ticket. Having well off grandparents came in handy. “Well, they said use it wisely…” I muttered, pulling the plastic bottom from the ceramic bank. If this wasn’t wise, nothing was.
My feet carried me up the sidewalk, my backpack making noise as I moved. I was in my father’s world now. Slowing slightly, I looked around. My shoulder length hair moved in the slight breeze as I neared his front door. It had been two days since I saw that file, and it had been all that I could think about.
Tapping on the front door, I didn’t have to wait long for the door to open. However, it was certainly not my father standing there. “Who the hell are you, kid?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Tell me where I can find Jax Teller and maybe I’ll tell you.” I sassed back, earning an amused smirk.
“He’s out. You hungry?”
I shrugged. “I could be.” That earned a laugh.
“Come on. I’ll take you to him.” She grinned. “Wait here.”
Walking behind the woman as she carried the car seat, I didn’t miss the confusion on the men’s faces as we walked. Noticing that I had lagged behind, I ran after her. “No. We ain’t takin’ in a kid. Where the hell did you find her anyways?” Came a male’s voice, directed at the woman- Gemma.
“She found me- ain’t that right, kid?” She smirked fondly.
“I wasn’t looking for you, was I?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gemma looked towards the male as she leaned her backside on his desk. “She was looking for Jax. Won’t tell me who she is, or if she’s hungry, though.”
I grinned at her. “I told you I might tell you if you tell me where I can find him. And I said I might be hungry.” I pointed out. “As for who I am- I’m his daughter. And I’m starving.”
Her face fell and her eyes went wide. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Ew. No.” I made a face.
“Who’s your mom, kid?” She asked, studying me.
“Y/M/N Williams, but that’s because she married my dad.” I shrugged. “I’m Y/N Y/M/M/N.”
“Well, shit, princess.” The man laughed. “That makes us your grandparents.”
“Don’t call me that. I hate that.” I told him.
He laughed even harder. “Gemma, get the kid a pizza, you like pizza?” He asked me, earning a nod. “She can hang out with me. Jax’ll be back in a few.”
Gemma sighed, shaking her head. “Need to have a damn talk with that boy.”
Author Note - As stated, this is going to be an AU of the future story that is titled “Consumed”. I just wanted to post something new for your guys while I try to get my life together in making content for you. I decided while I fix up AINE and work on polishing the outline/universe for this story to post some one-shots that were going to be a story in itself but I couldn’t really get a cohesive plot for what I wanted to tell. Instead of scrapping it altogether, I decided to share the ideas as one-shots. I don’t have a set number for these. For reference since this universe was inspired by Kehlani’s album of the same name, there may be a corresponding one-shot for each song. Maybe, but I don’t have anything set. Once they do become more substantial, I will add them to fanfic, Wattpad, and AO3 into one solid book So for now, think of them as Tumblr exclusives. Also I’m iffy on writing smut...so I hope its good.
Song Inspo: (X)
Rating: M
Mya finds herself annoyed with herself. Is it surprising that she found herself in this situation considering the last couple of years, not really? She knows that she should have better control over herself and her emotions. At 26 years old, she is too old to be dealing with this bullshit. She had to come to terms that the man she decided to be with was a slut puppy. His past entanglements would always have her practically running into someone who had sucked his dick.
It was annoying and she could usually deal with it. However, emotions were strung high considering that for the past two weeks she had been ignoring her boyfriend for a reason she couldn’t remember. The sex was good as somehow it kept her coming back for two years, but it didn’t erase he could be a major jackass. A jackass that seemed to have a somewhat toxic hold on her.
Mya wraps her arms around herself to fight the slight chill of the night. Her friends, Camilla and Natalie, had already left with their boyfriends picking them up. She had been the one left at the station house and wanting to ignore the looks thrown her way from deputies she decided to sit on the bench outside.
It was then she heard the growl of a very familiar bike pulling into the lot. She watches as he parked his bike and pulls off his helmet and rests it on his handlebars. She tries not to look like a scared toddler as he does throw her a slightly annoyed look. She doesn’t hide the eye roll as she stands up from the bench. She knows when she gets home she will get a verbal lashing like he is her damn father.
She presumes Unser heard his bike as the old Sheriff comes out the door to greet Jax. As much as she appreciates Unser not throwing her in the cage and having this case turn into a full assault, she is annoyed that he had called Jax. She was hoping this could just be a blip on her radar. Jax didn’t need to know. Yet, the club had a stronghold on the town and the police force. She is sure when she wipes her ass that someone tells Jax.
“What happened?”
He doesn’t bother addressing her. He asks Unser directly. She bristles and a hard glare framed by his riding glasses is thrown her way. She gives a sweet smile and turns to Unser. “Thank you for tonight, Unser.”
“No problem, sweetheart.” The elderly cop replies.
Unser wishes this wasn’t a familiar sight of bailing out Jax’s old ladies. He liked Tara. She was a sweet girl and had a good head on her shoulders except when it came to Jax. Although half the time, he had been picking up both Jax and Tara for simple things for indecent exposure or their jealous streaks getting the best of them. This however was the first time he had picked up Mya. It was clear the only reason the cops were called was Mya was quite frankly beating the shit out of Ima Tite.
Other than that, his interactions with Mya were at Gemma’s family dinners or events around town and she was always nice and sweet. It just seemed Jax brought out violent streaks in women.
Mya brushes past Jax and makes her way to his bike. She frowns as she looks down at her mini black dress. It was so not appropriate to wear on the back of his bike. She sighs as she did not expect her night to end like this. She just wanted a night out with friends. Have fun and relax and maybe get some liquid courage to mend things with Jax. She isn’t too sure why they were fighting to begin with. She could admit she was horny as well since her pussy was put away for this idiot.
She hears Jax mutter Jesus Christ a couple of times before thanking the Sheriff before she hears him walking down the steps back towards his bike. She folds her arms across her chest and she meets his eyes briefly as he does a once over. She watches as his jaw tightens at her little more risque outfit. It doesn’t help with her arms folded her breasts are nearly spilling out of the top. She knows as much as Jax loves her little risque outfits, he doesn’t like them when she isn’t wearing them for his benefit. He hates when she shows in his opinion too much skin when he isn’t around.
She also knows she isn’t going to be the first one to break the silence. She expects him to immediately get back on his bike. Instead, he takes off his kutte and then slides off his hoodie, and passes it to her. She takes it with no complaint as she slides it over her body. It goes almost to her knees which is more than her dress could do. He passes his helmet over to her, which she eyes in disgust as her hair is styled perfectly in a slick bun. She would need to take it out to fit his helmet on.
“Don’t,” Jax warns her.
Mya does as she is told. She places the helmet on the seat and takes out her bun. She fluffs out her hair before she straps the helmet on.
Jax seems satisfied as he puts his kutte back on and straddles his bike. Mya gets on behind him and it's an instinct that she wraps her arms around him tightly as he turns his bike on. She rests her head against his back as he pulls out and drives back to her place.
She hates that she has grown to love Jackson Teller. They are both fully aware he is not a man that is easy to love. It’s been nearly two years of them messing around with each other. Maybe toxic was a pretty strong word to throw around because they weren’t awful.
She knows in the beginning their issues stemmed from not knowing what they were doing with each other. They both grew up in different worlds. Mya had not imagined she would get herself involved with a white man, who was involved in an outlaw motorcycle club. It wasn’t as if she was unfamiliar with the gang lifestyle. She grew up on the streets of Oakland. She lost both of her parents from the ripple effects of gangland violence. However, her grandmother had gotten her out and her childhood was far less traumatic.
So with Jax, she had no interest in starting something serious with Jax. She was fine with making an appearance in his bed. She had just been surprised that having sex with Jax came with strings for her like dealing with his constant meddling mother.
He has more than enough women wanting him. Jax is aware she can pull any man if she wants. She had learned rather quickly that if she was messing with him that it meant that her pussy was his alone. That right there had been their first big argument when he had caught her on an actual date with another man. She had quickly put him in his place as she informed him fully that he had no claim on her because they got messy in between the sheets a few times. She wasn’t going to be waiting around on him to decide he wanted to go public. She informed him quite boldly that he wasn’t going to think he could have his croweaters at the clubhouse at his beck and call but she was expected to keep her pussy on lock for him. She disabuses him of that notion rather quickly.
However, the sex after that may have started an unhealthy pattern of her maybe instigating little tiffs because an angry Jax gave her mind-numbing orgasms.
Besides, it wasn’t as if their first meeting had gone down very well. She could say she despised him and all his brothers for the very nice first impression that they left.
She had moved to Charming temporarily in the beginning as her grandmother needed hip surgery and Charming had the best surgeon qualified with a rehab center in Modesto. Mya had no problem uprooting her life out of Oakland to be with her grandmother.
The only downside was the fact she was a budding tattoo artist. The shop where she worked was only giving her grunt work and cover-ups. She had to cater to the egos of the men she was surrounded with. She had been told they wouldn’t hold her spot. There was no love lost there as she had extra income anyway by having her online shop where she sold prints of original artwork. Despite Charming being small and not all that diverse she had liked the place. She liked it enough that she felt comfortable and confident enough to meet with Jacob Hale about potential properties. With her grandmother’s urging, she had paid for a lease for a business front with an apartment attached. There was only one other tattoo shop located in Charming so she didn’t have much competition. It was hard leaving her grandmother, but she had been excited about this new chapter in her life.
SweetSexySavage is her baby.
When she had been looking at places, Jacob had made a few offhand remarks about the club. She honestly didn’t pay too much attention. She was vaguely aware of a motorcycle club calling Charming its home. Besides, she was born and raised in Oakland. She was familiar with the gangs that ran the streets. She didn’t think she would find herself entangled with a motorcycle club.
It had only been a week since making a more public display of ownership of her shop. She had moved into the apartment a week prior and was settled in. She had been slowly working on getting the inside of her shop set up when she heard the growl of motorcycles.
She didn’t think much of it until the door she thankfully had locked held back the man knocking on her windows.
It was then she met Jax Teller. He had acted as the self-proclaimed welcoming committee as he eyed her work in progress and her body, even more, that was displayed with short cotton shorts and a white wife beater that showed her extensive display of tattoos.
She barely listened to his speech about offering protection that she politely declined. She didn’t care if he took it as an insult. She didn’t bother either introducing herself to the men that were outside her shop either next to their bikes. She had promptly shown Jax the door, but not before handing him some temporary business cards that detailed the future opening. If there was one thing, she could tell the man hated to be dismissed.
Luckily, she didn’t receive any more drops bys although she swore she heard bikes passing through. The next unexpected visit had been when she was making visits to local businesses to give flyers for her opening when she had driven onto a lot of Teller - Morrow.
The lot had been busy with mechanics. The sound of power tools filling the air. She had already been aware that the club was located on the lot. She had been prepared to encounter Jax Teller again. However, she thought she should have been prepared to meet Gemma Teller.
Mya has a lot of ink. She doesn’t even know how many pieces of art she has now. She consistently adds pieces. When she moved to Charming. Her right arm was done with a colorful sleeve with her lower half being roses and the upper half being peacock feather. She had her wave tattoo on the left side of her neck and the right “perdida y encontrada”. Her left shoulder only had the colorful sunflower and on her forearm, she had a portrait of her grandmother. Her left hand had a lotus flower that extended into a traditional Maori tattoo she had gotten in New Zealand.
Back then all very tame compared to her left arm is a full sleeve, the hands, small face tats, and few leg pieces she has now.
Usually, she would wear something more conservative. Charming was hit with a heatwave, so she had conceded to wearing a mango orange tank with some jean shorts with some white forces. A simple outfit and considering she was showing a lot of skin as a first impression, she let her curly hair down.
She didn’t know what to expect as she walked into the office of Teller-Morrow. The equipment was severely outdated at the first glance. She rolled her eyes internally at the tacky display of busty models on the wall next to business cards. The office was small though it only had a loveseat with a couple of extra folded chairs. There was a window where you could see into the garage. There was one desk where Gemma Teller-Morrow was seated.
Gemma had greeted her cordially although she could feel the judgment at her tattoos. However, while Gemma was doing her appraisal, Mya was impressed that the woman could pull off a lace shirt clearing displaying her black bra containing an impressive rack. She didn’t know how she was wearing jeans, but the office had AC.
Gemma had graciously accepted the flyers with a promise to hang them up and spread the word around. She did make an offhand comment that the boys were always looking for ink. Gemma had been also trying to pry her for more info. She could tell Gemma was trying to dig for background. She could also tell the woman was trying to give her warnings on how close-knit the town was and not everyone was built for Charming.
Mya was about to leave when Jax had popped his head through the door asking Gemma, who she learned then was his mother if she had any request for lunch. Jax's had immediately honed in on her and he had walked fully into the office. He didn’t seem to care his mother was in the room while he practically undressed her.
She didn’t know if Gemma knew about their previous meeting, but she watched as Gemma leaned back in her chair and Jax had all but forced her to have lunch with him. Mya couldn’t hide her irritation at his demand. Yet, she wasn’t stupid at her shop they were on her turf. The garage was his play area and she knew better than to cause a scene. Although, she could have thrown a tantrum when he insisted she had to ride with him on his bike. She ignored his smug look as she snatched his helmet from him.
Besides if anything she was getting a free meal and she may not care for Jax. He did have sway. Lunch wasn’t awful, thankfully. She did notice the looks thrown her way and of course the waitress flirting with him. She gave him the illusion he held the power for now. Answered his questions simply and she could tell it pissed him off. She teased him, even more, when she ordered a nice ice cream and she had no problem showing off her tongue piercing as she licked the vanilla cone.
Lunch was quick and he had driven her back to the lot with a promise to see her around. She rolled her eyes but thanked him for the meal as she skipped to her car.
She didn’t see him around until her shop opened. She was offering small flash pieces since she was the only artist at the time. The only other person in the shop was a teenager named Amelia, who was going to work at the front desk. The turnout had been more than she expected. She had been nervous and scared, but the small town of Charming had come through for her. It was near the end of the opening when she heard the bikes. The whole club had come to see the new business in their shop. Gemma had come in with who she introduced as her husband, Clay, who was the club’s president. She then met Tig, Happy, Bobby, Opie, and Juice.
However, the member she connected with the most was Happy, a visiting member she learned. As a fellow tattoo artist, the two had clicked and she even gave him a lotus tattoo on each of his wrists. From then the two had hit it off and he had been coming to her for his tattoos or touch-ups. She even let him have his spot as a guest artist if he stayed in town long enough.
However, being friends with Happy, meant dealing with Jax more often than not. She thinks the only reason she had come to tolerate Jax was because of Happy. Jax would stop through her shop when Happy was around. It was the only reason that when Jax had asked her to stop by for a party at the clubhouse she went was because it was Happy’s birthday.
She hates to admit at Happy’s party that somehow she spent most of her evening entertained by Jax. Just not enough to let him in her pants though. She withheld a couple more parties and the only reason was that she hated to admit but witnessing Jax fight in their makeshift ring had turned her on. Mya is well aware that she had issues.
She thinks it's crazy that it’s been almost two years since then.
Jax pulls into his designated spot for his bike. He lets her get off and Mya steadies herself on her heels before she walks the small pathway that leads to her apartment instead of going through the shop.
Jax is silent behind her as she unlocks the door. Immediately as she gets through her front door, she works to remove her heels. She is surprised when Jax kneels to help her unlatch the buckle at her ankle.
She sighs as her feet touch the plush carpet of the stairs. With her heels in her hands, she works her way up the stairs. Jax locks the first door behind her and follows her up the stairs.
As she opens the door to her place, they both are instantly greeted by her black cat, Buttercup. Buttercup slides around her ankles, but the traitorous cat purrs longingly as they rub up against Jax.
Mya clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she makes her way to her bedroom.
Her apartment was a three-bedroom apartment. The front entry leads into her living room and dining room. In the corner of the dining room were french doors that lead to a small balcony. Off to the side of the dining room was the kitchen. Next to the kitchen lead to a bedroom she used as her art studio. The other half of the apartment was the bathroom that connected to the second bedroom she kept as a guest room mostly for her grandmother.
Her master bedroom was at the opposite end of the place that had her bathroom and small balcony. Her room was coral. Her queen-sized bed was in the middle of the room with a boho tribal wool rug underneath. On each side of the bed were large elephant ears in terra cotta pots. There was a curricular mirror with gold trim on the wall in the center above her bed.
She had various artworks displayed on the wall by herself and her artists in the shop. Mya places her shoes next to her dresser and then removes her larger circular silver hoops. She runs her fingers through her hair to break the cast of her gel.
Mya sighs as she easily tosses aside Jax’s hoodie. She unzips the side of her dress and wiggles out of it just to reveal she only had a pair of navy blue lace thongs underneath. She crawls onto her bed on all fours before she turns and rests on her elbow to look at Jax. She smiles internally as his eyes focus on her breasts, but she rolls her eyes as he has a pissy look on his face as he stands by the end of her bed.
“You’re not going to be pissy all night are you?” She asks him.
“Don’t hear from you in two weeks and then I get a call from Unser about you almost being charged with assault.”
“It’s not my fault your whores don’t know their place,” Mya mutters before she crawls to the end of the bed and stands before him on her knees. Her arms wrap around his neck. She doesn’t want to entertain the conversation further. If she thinks too hard she would get mad as to why he would even be mad at her when Ima was the one that instigated it.
She gives him a sultry smile, “I missed you.”
Jax raises an eyebrow but doesn’t budge, “Yeah.”
Mya nods her head as she has her hands travel down from his neck to the buckle of his belt. She places a kiss on his neck before she motions for him to move back. She places herself between him and the bed as she kneels before him. Mya works his belt and jeans off with no resistance.
She smiles at him, his pupil’s blown, as she takes him out of his boxers. She presses a kiss to his tip as her hands wrap around him. She licks him from base to tip. She knows Jax is being difficult as he keeps his hands at his sides. She licks another long stripe before she takes him fully in her mouth. She swallows him whole and she is rewarded with a small groan. She exhales through her nose and steadies herself before she pulls off his length fully.
She holds him steady with one hand at his base. She begins a bobbing motion up and down his length. When her hands reach for his scrotum, Jax’s self-control seems to break. Hands fist in her black hair as he guides her head and begins moving his hips. Her jaw goes slack as he finds his rhythm and fucks her mouth.
Mya parts her thighs, ignoring the burn from the carpet, as she begins touching herself. It wasn’t even until she started messing around with Jax that she realized that she does like a little rough sex. She toys with her clit and that is when Jax releases a loud moan. She finds herself yanked off his length. He pulls her up and she gets a glimpse of his blown pupils the blue in his eyes only a rim before he presses a bruising kiss to her lips as she jumps when he rips her thin panties.
“Get on the bed,” he orders.
She follows his command as he kicks off jeans and a boxer and rips off his shirt. She lays back on the pillow as she watches his muscles flex with his movement. She thinks she is a weak bitch when it comes to this man. Jax crawls up on the bed and meets her lips. His tongue invades her mouth. She sighs in his mouth as he meets her clit. She is taken back when he flips them so he is on his back. Mya straddles his lap. He helps lift her enough as she guides him inside her. A cry leaves her throat as he fills her up.
The stretch of him is something she has to get used to.
Plus it’s been close to two weeks since she let him in her bed.
She flattens her hands against his chest as she begins to find her rhythm.
Jax lays back against the pillows as he relaxes and enjoys her bouncing on his cock.
“Christ,” he mutters as she slams down him one hard thrust. She revels in the delirious moan that he releases. She can tell he is fighting to not roll his eyes in the back of his head. His grip on her sides is hard enough that she knows that she is going to have some bruises. His eyes flutter shut.
She slows to a grind that makes her shiver as it has him hitting her clit.
“You still with me?” She teases.
His eyes snap open. He tugs her down as he places a possessive kiss on her lips before he travels down her neck and across her chest. The sting of the cool air informs her that she will have a lot of lovebites. She continues grinding on him and the pressure on her clit has her so close when she closes her eyes and is taken by surprise when Jax pushes her off him.
She bounces on the mattress and any protest on her lips leaves as he pins her on her back and buries himself between her thighs.
Mya has no choice but to take what he gives her. He picks up his pace as he hammers into her g-spot. He sucks vibrant hickeys on her neck as Mya screams as he sends her into an orgasm.
Jax moans loud and long with her as he reaches his release. Mya sobs from the overstimulation as he fills her with his cum.
Jax crumbles on top of her as they catch their breath. Jax buries his face in her chest as her fingers scratch along the base of his hairline. They stay like this for a few moments as she feels him softening inside her. She whines when he fully pulls out leaving her empty.
He immediately scoops her up as he takes her to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“What a prince,” she murmurs tiredly.
Jax snorts as he places her down. She shivers as her feet touch the cool tile floor. He hands her some baby wipes.
“You want my shirt?”
Mya nods her head as she sits on the toilet to pee. Jax walks back in with his shirt and places it on the countertop. Mya washes her hands while Jax cleans himself up. Mya thinks it's domestic as they both brush their teeth. Mya slides his t-shirt on as he grabs his boxers from the floor.
“I want to be the little spoon tonight,” Mya tells him as she slides under the covers.
“You miss me?” Jax goads as he settles behind her and wraps his arms around her.
Mya doesn’t bother answering him as she scrunches her nose. Jax isn’t having that as he places his chin between the space of her neck and shoulder and begins rubbing his beard against her. She squeals in surprise as she is ticklish.
“Jax!”
Jax laughs as he places a kiss on her cheek. “Love you.”
Mya huffs but smiles as she replies. “Love you too.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sons of Anarchy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Happy Lowman, Chibs Telford, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: One Shot, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Attempted Sexual Assault, Happy Ending, Discussion Of Murder, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
She slowly pushes off from the wall, wondering mildly when she leaned against it. She’s dizzy and tired and just wants to go to bed, but the overwhelming fear drives her shakey legs forward.
Fuck what should she do?
Her hazy eyes scan the room while she continues to make her way forward. No, the croweaters all look too drunk and self-absorbed to be any help, same with the sweetbutts, she doesn’t know who drugged her, only remembers the absence of a kutte… not a Son, a hang-around. One of the guys looking to take home a croweater or sweetbutt once the Sons have their pickings.
With that muddled thought, she makes up her mind, a Son. They’ll protect her. There's a reason she didn’t think of being more careful with her drink, the Sons are very adamantly against rape.
“There,” You spoke to yourself as you hung the last of the glittering bells at the window.
You’d spent hours turning the house into Santa’s grotto, and you stepped back into the middle of the room to admire your efforts.
“You forgot something,” You heard Tig’s mischievous drawl from the doorway, and you rolled your eyes before turning.
That tone of voice meant he was up to his tricks, and usually nothing could prepare you for whatever plan he’d concocted...
As you turned to address him, you were met with a picture that only served to prove your point: Your old man, stark naked, wearing nothing but a Santa hat and holding mistletoe over his crotch, doing a poor job of covering it indeed, with the tiny sprig he’d picked out.
Still, you couldn’t force down the smirk that formed on your lips at the sight of him, which he returned with a toothy grin.
“You know the rules, baby.” He continued with raised brows, his head tilting down to the seasonal plant, “You better come give daddy a kiss.”
You chuckled out loud this time, but your feet were already closing the space between the two of you.
“And if I refuse?” You questioned, though you knew yourself that was an unlikely situation.
Tig gave you a reprimanding look, his blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction at your playing along.
“Then Santa’s gonna put you on the naughty list,” He mocked, widening his eyes, “Wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
You bit your lip, your eyes filled with the same lustful spark as his.
“Uh-uh.” You answered, sinking to your knees before him.
“There’s a good girl,” He spoke softly, tossing aside the mistletoe and bringing his hand back to stroke your cheek, his blue eyes fixed on you as you got to work securing your place on the nice list.
Summary; You and Juice decide to go on a weekend away from the Club. However, Club business tends to follow the sons everywhere.
WordCount; 1,057
Pairing; Juan “Juice” Ortiz x Reader
Warnings; Mentions of Sex, Violence, Swearing
Day 7 Day 9
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It had all started ordinary. Well sort of. You and Juan had planned this date for weeks. You were going to leave Charming for a couple of days, grab a hotel in a random location and explore the town you were staying in. No club business to take care of just quality time for you and Juice. From the moment the two of you left town, it was supposed to be about the two of you.
However, being apart of SAMCRO, normal meant running from your lives away from a couple of drug dealing thugs that the club had betrayed. You no longer believed that the two of you could engage in regular couple activities. Now it appeared weekend that romantic weekends included running from danger.
“Everything is going to be fine. We’ll lose these guys and then get on with our weekend. Sound Fun?” Turning to look at your boyfriend, you highly doubted that this current situation was going to end anytime soon.
“It does if it was realistic. What the hell did SAMCO do anyway to piss these guys off in the first place?” You questioned as Juan tried to keep an eye on the two men chasing after you as they loaded their guns.
“They might have doubled crossed them. In Clay’s defence, the guy is a grade-A douchebag. He makes the Mayans look like Saints. This weekend was supposed to convince you that being an old Lady wasn’t so bad.” Screaming, you dived your head down as a bullet aimed in your direction.
“You want me to be your old Lady? Are you trying to be romantic while we’re running for our lives.” This conversation had arguably the worst timing as you leapt over a park bench. You never imagined that your mind could be on anything apart from running for your lives, but Juan knew when to pick his moments.
“Of course, I want you to be my Old Lady. Why do you think I’ve done extra hours at the shop and with the club? I wanted this weekend to be special. I did not expect us to be running for our lives while we had this conversation." As Juan pushed through a crowd of people, he made certain that if the two gunmen were going to aim at him, you would not be in harm's way.
“When does anything go our way? Of course, I’ll be your old Lady, Juan.” Juan couldn’t be happier in that single moment, despite being chased by two erratic gunmen. With no-where to go, you looked around to see for a place to hide. Then you noticed a wedding reception taking place.
“Juan, the wedding.” You called out while the two of you ran down a stairwell, into a different apart of the street.
“Baby, I think now is not the time to get married. Although I’m sure Bobby would affricate a wedding for us when we get home.”
“Juan Carlos Oritz that better not be your proposal! I was suggesting that we hide in the wedding party.” Juan seemed to like the idea as the two of you ran in the direction of the wedding reception. Despite it only took seconds to cross the road and immersing with the bridal party. It didn’t seem to work as two men began to search through the crowd of people.
“I want you to get out of here and call Jax.” You didn’t respond to him as you dragged him away from the crowd of people and down the corridor, looking for any available open door.
“Did you not hear a word I just said? This is too dangerous.” Finally finding an unlocked door, you stepped inside of it, tugging Juan with you ignoring his grumbles.
“Why are we in a closet?” Juan raised his voice, as you covered his mouth with your hand, leaning up to his ear, you pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear.
“To hide from the two gunmen currently chasing after us. It also gives you ample amounts of time to text Jax to let him know what’s going on.”
“Do I need to know anything? Because you appear to be really good at hiding from Gunmen. Have I ever told you about the fantasy I had about us having sex in a closet?”
“Juan, two people are trying to kill us.”
“Right, texting Jax. But you didn’t say no, so I’m going to take that as a maybe.” Rolling your eyes, you pressed a hard kiss onto Juan’s lips, which he gladly reciprocated.
“No it wasn’t a no, but can we find a closet that hasn’t involved us running into it so we can live.” With a text sent to Jax filling him in on the current situation. The two of you stood in front of each other, not sure what to do next.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Stepping forward, Juan placed a hand tentatively on the side of your face.
“Juan, you tell me I look beautiful every day.” Leaning in, Juan’s lips pressed into yours as if they made of the most delicate material in the world.
“It’s because it’s true. You mean everything to me. I’m sorry the weekend has started off as we intended it to. I know being with me is complicated. It’s not like being in a relationship with a normal guy, but I want you to know I love you. There is not a thing I wouldn’t do to see you smile, to make you the happiest you can be. Baby, you make getting up every day worth it. You're like this ray of Sunshine that rids my world of the darkness that attempts to consume it. You are the moon of my life. I wouldn’t be anything without you. I just hope that this weekend hasn’t scared you away.” You couldn’t prevent the tear following down your face as you looked into Juan’s eyes almost suffocated by the love that consumed them.
“Do you think Bobby would officiate a wedding?” Juan analysed your words for a moment or two before it registered in his mind.
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Of course, I’m serious. I don’t need a fancy wedding with everything. All I need is you and the Club of course since your all a package deal.” Juan couldn’t believe he was hearing, grabbing hold of your face, Juan kissed you with all his might. This might be the best day of his life.
