did u noticed, that in twilight, as bella meets the first time the Cullens house, a fucking doll chiling her life on the window at the background?
Like whos is it?
Emmett? What u have to tell us?
It's foreshadowing Renesmee. She always felt like a creepy living doll to me.
But no, really, what a weird thing to have in general and even weirder to have in your kitchen. I know they don't eat but still.
Are they trying and failing at leaning into a haunted house aesthetic? "We can have a little haunted house, as a treat." No cobwebs or coffins or moats, but here's a creepy doll?
Is it like a coping mechanism for Esme or Rosalie? Is it an antique that Carlisle bought ages ago on some whim of like, "maybe someday I'll have a daughter, somehow"?
Or is it an Emmett prank?
The set dressing the Cullen house is always an adventure.
Pairings! Reader x Jax Teller, Reader x Chibs Telford, Reader x Tig Trager & Jax x Tig x Chibs
Warnings! Prison AU. Smut, anal sex, anal fingering, kissing, smoking, illusions to violence, fluff, humor, angst. Reverse Harem, slurs, homophobia, More tags to be added as the series goes on.
Summary! Things get shaken up at Stockton State Prison when the head nurse retires and you replace her. Fresh meat is rare in behind Prison walls, and no crew wants you more than SAMCRO. It's a good thing you want them back.
âHear the news?â Tig asked where he leaned against the chain link fence. He had a habit of going on the prowl, slinking around and listening in on conversations, or joining them if he felt like it. Tig handed off the cigarette to Chibs, fingers brushing the other manâs intentionally.
âBesides, how fucking hot it is out here?â Jax drawled and wiped sweat from his brow with a frown.
Chibs huffed in dry amusement and took a drag off the cig before passing it on to Jax, âTell us, Tiggy.â
Tig hums, pleased at the acknowledgment, âWeâre gettinâ a new nurse. The old bag we had finally retired.â
Jax cocks a brow. Now that was news. Any fresh meat inside prison walls was a new opportunity. He shifts his weight, leaning one arm against the fence beside Tig, âYeah? Probably another old throwaway from the hospital. They give us the ugly ones on purpose.â
The other two snickered at the crass joke, but Tig shook his head, lips curling into that familiar smirk that looked a little crazy at the corners, âNah, man. This oneâs supposed to be fine.â
Jax scoffed and rolled his eyes at his club brother, âIf itâs your type of fine, then I might as well brace for disappointment.â
tw: major spoilers | explicit language | talk of death and vague nod to suicide | jax's pov
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I push myself up from the sofa I've been sinkinâ into for the last five hours. Had a drink in one hand, a messily rolled joint in the other. The silence has been suffocatinâ, the only sound the low eerie hum of the electricity workin' through the house.
I look up at the clock. 1:07am. I must've passed out somewhere between another hit and another shot of Whiskey. Not that it matters now, I'm all alone. Time stopped meaninâ anythinâ the second everyone I loved was ripped away from me.
Abel was the one who told me. About Mom, about Tara. Couldn't believe what I was fuckinâ hearinâ at first. Thought he was just messed up from everythinâ he's seen. But he was right. My boy was tellinâ the truth, Juice confirmed that shit for me. Had a helping hand in keeping shit buried. That's why he's not around anymore either.
I pray for my boys. And I ain't that religious, but I really do. Especially my first born Abel...he's lived through more shit than any kid, any fuckin' adult ever should. Thomas too, but maybe I'm foolin' myself thinkin' he wont remember any of it. Maybe he will. Maybe he'll grow up with pieces buried somewhere deep, showin' up in ways he won't even understand. But Abel? He remembers. I see it in his eyes, and the shit that's gone on recently...fuck.
There ain't a day I don't think about Belfast. About that couple who wanted to give him a clean slate. A quiet life, from all of this. And I know deep down he'd have had a better shot with them. But I couldn't do it, no way could I fuckin' let go. Maybe it was selfish...but I couldn't stomach the idea of losin' him.
Shit don't matter now though, cause they left this morninâ. Nero, Wendy, Lucious and my two beautiful boys. Takin' them to that farm Nero always talked about, a real shot at peace is what he'd always say, I really hope he was right, I trust that he was.
I kissed them goodbye like it wasn't the last time, didn't want them to pick up on anythin'. I know its the last time Iâll ever see them, so does Nero, but Wendy and my boys? They don't. Not yet anyway, and that's for the best. Puttinâ a bullet in my mother's head wasn't somethinâ I ever thought I'd have to do, or could do, but she left me with no fuckin' choice.
I shiver, standin' in nothin' but my sweats, my skin damp from the drink and sleep. I drag a hand across my face and down over my jaw. I drift into the kitchen, the one place I probably shouldn't face, not tonight anyway but my feet carry me to the spot.
The spot where I found my wife lyin' in her own fuckin' blood - my mother's doin'. The stains still in the tiles. I stare at it, my mind draggin' me back to that exact moment...walkin' in and seein' her there, laid out so beautifully on the floor, just seconds away from Eli. Took me a while to even notice him there. Too absorbed with the imagine of her.
Then there's this crackle behind me, almost like static. Pullin' me out of the moment, I turn my head slow towards the livin' room. I move in small steps, tryin' to find the sound, and when I do I huff out a disbelievin' laugh. It's comin' from Grandpa Nate's old portable radio. The one I spent my whole fuckin' childhood tryin' to get workin'. I pick it up and the fuckin' thing starts singin'.
"Baby, understand me me now. If sometimes you see that I'm mad. Don't you know, no one alive can always be an angel, when everything goes wrong, you see some bad. But I'm just a soul who's intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood"
I turn it off, and take two steps back towards the kitchen, but it starts again. Even clearer this time.
"If I seem edgy, I want you to know. I never mean to take it out on you. Life has its problems and I get more than my share, but that's one thing I never mean to do, cause I love you. Oh, baby, I'm just human. Don't you know I have faults, like anyone. Sometimes I find myself alone regretting some little foolish thing, some simple thing that I've done."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ" I mutter under my breath, rubbin' at the back of my neck. "I'm losin' my damn mind" I walk back into the kitchen tryin' to remember just how much I actually fuckin' drank. I rub my hands over the sink, the place her life ended and lean against the counter like it might just hold me up. My head hangs low as I try and steady myself.
After a minute or so, I lift my head again, eyes settlin' on the window. But it ain't outside I'm lookin' at, it's the reflection. Me, standin' there shirtless, and just behind me...her.
"Mom?"
I close my eyes shut painfully, willin' away the lingerin' thoughts of her. She's just on my mind, what I had to do. Its drivin' me crazy. It's not real. She's not real, she's dead. I know she is, because I did it.
I turn round slowly eyes still closed, almost scared of what I'm gonna see. My chest is tight and the hair at the nape of my neck is stickin' cause Im sweatin' so much. I open them reluctantly.
And there she is.
Hair fallin' soft around her shoulders, arms crossed gently in that way she always did when she was tryin' to hold somethin' back. She seems younger, how I remember her when I was still a boy before all the carnaged settled over us.
"Hi baby" she whispers, a very small smile tuggin' at the corners of her mouth.
My mouth opens but nothin' comes out, I can't manage a fuckin' word.
"It's okay" She hushes, steppin' a little closer "You don't need to say anythin' Jackson. I just, I want you to listen to me, can you do that for me baby?"
My chin trembles and my lips start twitchin' like I'm fightin' back whatever the fuck I'm feelin'. She cant be here, this isn't fuckin' possible. But I nod anyway, slow and shaky but clear enough that she carries on.
"Jackson" she says softly "Donât you dare carry guilt for what you had to do. You hear me?" she lifts her chin, pride shinin' somewhere behind her eyes.
"It's what we do. It's what this life is. We bleed for it, we die for it. And sometimes...sometimes the people we love the most get wrapped up in the middle" Her voice breaks a little, but she tries to hide it.
"Don't you ever feel guilty for pulling that trigger baby"
My throat tightens, I can't even comprehend whatâs happenin' right now.
"I gotta say this, and you gotta listen...even if you don't want to..." She swallows hard, her outline flickerin' around the edges.
"I'm sorry. For Tara, for the lies, the poison I ever spilled in your ear" She presses a hand to her chest, or tries too but it sinks right through.
"I thought she was gonna take you away from me. Take the boys away from me and I was scared Jackson. Scared in a way that made me stupid but it doesn't excuse what I did, not one bit...and I know that"
My whole being shakes with an emotion I cant describe. I'm lookin' at her but at the same time, I'm lookin' right through her. She looks at me, her eyes doin' that soft little gaze weâve all become so accustomed to. Her tone drops a little, more sympathetic.
"And I know what you're thinking of doing. I see it written all over your face sweetheart. You think riding off into the dark is the only way to fix this. You think our boys will be safer if you leave this world the same way your Daddy did?"
Tears burn their way up, fillin' my eyes, but they don't fall yet.
"You don't wanna die Jackson..." She steps in even closer, and I swear to God I can feel her. "You're tired, you're lost, hurting...but you don't want out. You don't need out baby."
She reaches up slowly, cupping my cheek. And I feel it. As real as the ground I stand on. My mother's touch. My breath chokes out of me and I lean into her hand.
"You got this" she sighs, pressin' a kiss to my face, and as she does it, the lights flicker once, then twice. The radio cuts out mid song. There's a gust of wind through the room even though there's no open windows or doors. And by the time I blink, she's gone.
"I love you Mom" The emotions force the words out of my mouth in a hushed tone, even if I'm not sure I wanna say them. Not right now anyway, not after everything. But they're there. Ripped out in this moment.
I sink to the floor, back slidin' down the kitchen counter till I'm sat in that same spot, deja-vu sinkin' in except this time she's not in my arms.
This time, my arms are wrapped around myself, the only thing holdin' me together, a sound tearing out of me, something between a sob and a scream but it chokes out halfway.
My chest is too fuckin' tight, full of shit I don't know how to handle. Guilt, rage, grief and that feeling like I'm betraying Tara for missing my mother this much.
And in this moment, the plan Iâve already accepted starts to loom over me.
dividers by the lovely @/mikeycuns @/andromeda-graphics @/cafekitsune | jax & gemma mirror pic, edited (in a rush) by me. | Lyrics are from the song 'Don't let me be misunderstood by Nina Simone.
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the moment jax finds out reader is pregnant, he'll get his shit together for her n the baby, quickly books doctor appointments, gets her vitamins and anything pregnant women need to stay healthy during the pregnancy. he also gets extra protective and some chemicals in his brain shifts where his sense of danger and threat is heightened, or maybe he's just paranoid, but whatever it is, it makes him lowkey dangerous to be around when it has to do anything with his pregnant wife.
he doesn't tolerate mistakes or slip ups when it comes to her, if she's served a beer or something with raw fish in it. and he made sure everyone in the club knew she was pregnant and to be extra careful around her, is that so hard to understand?Â
His behaviour gets worse the more she starts to show, he won't even let her walk in the bar anymore because he doesn't want her to inhale the tobacco in the air, or be around stinky sailor-cursing bikers, no offense or anything. But also he really doesn't like how some men look at his wife while she's round and carrying his baby, he knows she's beautiful, a ray of sunshine, and worst of all, even in pregnancy she glows and looks so adorable, and he's a selfish bastard, so he doesn't want to share her with others.Â
The only person who can really pry his pretty wife off his hands is his mum, Gemma, and she's so excited to be a grandma. The moment they broke the news to her, she was over the moon, so excited and happy for her son to become a dad. So, at the earliest convenience, she kidnaps Jaxâs wife literally out of their bed, while Jax is all groggy and pissed off, hair sticking in all directions, shirtless and georgous. Gemma is literally dancing in their bedroom, with a glass or orange juice in her hand, âCome on, rise and shine, I'm taking you shopping today!â
Jaxâs prettiest girl is confused as she sits up in the bed, âHow did you get in?â
âMum, get out,â Jax is not happy at all, glaring at his mum while sitting up in the bed, making sure the sheets stay above his belly button while his wife accepts the glass of orange juice and drinks the whole thing, âThanks, Gemma, I was thirsty,â
âYou were?â Jax rasps, voice deep from sleep, holding his wife's hand in his, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes.Â
âHm, I was,â His wife nods and he hums, âI'll get you water bottles to keep in the bedroom at night,â
âThank you,â She smiles and stretches, he watches her stretch her arms above her bed, arching her back and rolling her neck, he suddenly gets the urge to kiss her silly but remembers his mother was still in their bedroom, âGet out!â
âI will! I'll make breakfast, your favourite, so don't go back to sleep,â Gemma says, holding her hands in the air in surrender and slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.Â
âHow did she even get in? I locked the door yesterday,â Jax asked, running his hands through his hair.Â
âYou gave her a spare key in case of emergencies, remember?â She says, getting out of the bed and going over to the windows, cracking one of them open to let in fresh air.Â
âDoes it look like we're having an emergency?â Jax grumbles, annoyed at being woken up before he wakes up on his own, he was planning to sleep in, spend time with his wife and do some planning for the next months but that's all thrown out of the window now because his mum was too excited to call.Â
Jax sighs, his shoulders slumping, then he looks up at his pretty wife, wearing one of his old ratty t-shirts and underwear, the fabric hiding the small bump he knew was there. She stood barefoot on the carpet, the sun shining behind her, looking so soft and cute he wanted nothing more than to drag her back in bed and bury himself inside her until they're satisfied. And with that, he feels tingling in his groin and he's reminded of his morning wood, great.
âDo you want to shower together? I'll take care of you,â She smiles and he wants to scream out of the window about how he's the luckiest bastard in the world. So he quickly gets out of the bed, almost tripping on the sheets making his wife giggle. Then he grabs her by the waist and pinches at her sides, making her squeal and laugh, âStop! Your mum will hear!âÂ
Jax sighs, right, they had a guest.Â
She immediately notices the change of his demeanour and cups his face, âI know you'll talk to her, set boundaries, she knows better than to do that again.â
Jax covers her hands in his, then turns his head, kissing her palm, âOkay, darling,â
âOkay,â She says and he grabs her hands, takes them down from his face and pulls her in the bathroom.
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Jax gets cute aggression the bigger his wife gets, and he's shameless with it too, squeezes her tight in his arms, keeps kissing and squishing her cheeks in his hands, bites her thighs when they're at home and coos at her, talks to her like a baby when they're alone, because he enjoys her annoyed reaction to them, but also because he can't help it! When he especially annoys her, she tells him that she's a grown woman who's pregnant because his dick was inside her, and all he does is laugh loudly.Â
He's also sweet and patient when she starts to get quickly tired, when her muscles ache and when her feet get sore, also when she's constantly hot and sweating, and all Jax does is buy her more and more of her favourite soaps, shower gels, lotions and shampoos in her favourite scents to make her feel better about the changes in her body. He still loves her either way, and his dick always gets hard when he looks at her, even if she's sweaty and smelly as she claims, but something primal in his brain only understands that she's pregnant, healthy, and his, and that, he really likes.Â
As much as her mood swings give her a hard time, with the changes in her hormones and all, Jax finds himself secretly enjoying them, not in a twisted sick way, but in a âmy wife cries and I'm the only one who can comfort herâ way.
This happens a few times, where he's busy with club activities while she's hanging out with his mum and the other old ladies, then he gets a call from his mum, saying that his wife is crying, sobbing and is on her way to the club, that they tried to stop her but she left anyways. And the first things Jax asks is; is she alone? how is she coming to the club? is she driving???Â
Before any of his questions are answered, he hears her ask for him and he but leaps out of his chair, leaving the meeting they were having and she's right there, dressed like the prettiest thing in the world, her cheeks tender, her nose runny and her eyes glassy and a bit red from crying. As soon as her eyes land on him, she sobs and he quickly goes to her, gathers her in his arms, making sure not to squeeze her bump between them and shushes her, stroking her back, kissing her wet cheeks and letting her burrow in the crook of his neck.Â
He ends up sitting somewhere private with her in his lap, sniffling and hiccuping, and Jax doesn't like to see his baby cry, but then he's not too bothered because she's pregnant and if anything bad happened, Gemma would have told him at least.
So he finally asks when she's less frantic, âWhy are you crying, babe?â
She freezes and he frowns, squeezing her thigh once, âAre you alright? You can tell me,â
âYou'll think it's stupid,â She whispered and he immediately hugged her to his chest, âI'll never, baby, I promise.â
âIt'sâ I read in a magazine about these orphan baby monkeys-â Her voice catches in her throat and she starts crying again, Jax coos, patting her back through her devastated sobs, âThere's so much pollutionâ The poor babies, they'reâ They're so tiny-âÂ
âHere, here, I'm sure they'll get rescued and put in a zoo or something,â He says, a small smile on his lips.Â
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