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Pre-TWD to S1 daryl dixon with pregnant wife? She was pregnant already when things went down and is actually close to her due date so daryl hovers a LOT.
Shade first, attitude second
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader
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Classification: Fluff
Temporal setting: Season 1
Word count: 1,5k
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Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) x fem!reader
Sitting on Jax's lap. It starts because there's no where else to sit. It's a bit awkward at first and then over the course of the evening it becomes comfortable. Eventually, over months, you start sitting on Jax's lap all the time, even when there are seats available. The Samcro boys give you guys so much shit. When a girl starts flirting with him, the normal, you go to sit with someone else. Jax follows like a lost puppy.
The first time you sat on Jax Tellerâs lap, it was purely accidental.
At least, thatâs what you told yourself.
The clubhouse was packed shoulder-to-shoulder that night. Loud music rattled the walls, bottles clinked together behind the bar, and the entire main room smelled like beer, cigarettes, leather, and grease. SAMCRO had just finished handling some run two counties over, and everyone was in a rare good mood.
Which meant chaos.
Half the charter was drunk already.
Happy was winning money off prospects with some card game nobody else fully understood.
Chibs was arguing with Tig over Scottish versus American whiskey.
And Gemma had claimed the couch like a queen guarding her throne.
Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) x fem!reader
Jax finds out your boyfriend hits you. The boyfriend isn't alive much longer.
Warnings: reader is in an abusive relationship
The first time Samcro ever saw you cry, it was over something stupid.
Not the reason for the tears â that part was devastating enough â but the thing that finally broke the dam.
A dropped carton of eggs.
That was it.
One second you were standing in the clubhouse kitchen trying to help Gemma cook breakfast for half the charter, and the next, the carton slipped from your hands and shattered across the floor in a slick yellow mess.
You just stared at it.
a work by @vivsribbon | đ©âđȘ | warnings - none!
synopsis - Bellamy goes to save the reader after sheâs captured, defies the Grounders with feral loyalty, and breaks down in her arms once sheâs safe.
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SOA x Supernatural Crossover
This Road Iâm On
A/N: Iâm back on a Sons of Anarchy and Supernatural crossover kick. Oh well :/ I hope you enjoy!
The engines from SAMCROâs bikes were still cooling when you, Sam, and Dean finished off the last of the monsters. The smell of burnt flesh lingered, acrid and sharp, but youâd gotten used to worse. What you werenât used to? A dozen bikers staring at you like youâd just stepped off a UFO.
Jax broke the silence first, jaw tight, blond hair falling into his eyes, âYou three mind telling me what the hell just happened?â
Dean leaned against the Impala, wiping blood from his machete with a rag. âNope.â
You rolled your eyes. âWhat he means is, itâs complicated. And dangerous.â
âDangerous?â Tig let out a disbelieving laugh. âDarlinâ, you just torched aâwhatever the hell that wasâlike it was a birthday candle. I think we can handle a little honesty.â
Sam stepped in, ever the peacemaker. âLook, we deal with things⊠not from this world. Thatâs what you saw. You donât have to believe it, but itâs the truth.â
Most of the Sons looked unconvinced, but Jax kept his gaze on you. He wasnât dismissing it, not after watching you drive a blade into a creature that should only exist in nightmares. There was something calculating in his eyesâpart leader, part survivor.
âSo what, you just travel town to town, cleaning up messes like this?â Jax asked.
Dean smirked. âPretty much. Sam does the research, I kill the things, and Y/N keeps us both from ending up in jail.â
That earned a snort from Chibs. âAye, sounds like sheâs the brains of the family.â
Dean pretended to be offended. âHey now, I do plenty of brain work.â
âLike what?â you shot back, grinning. âDeciding which pie to eat first?â
Even the Sons cracked a laugh at that, the tension easing for just a moment.
Jax glanced around at his crew, most of them still shaken but alive, âWell, whatever the hell you are, you saved my guys tonight. That means something.â
You gave him a small nod. âWeâre not here for thanks. Just⊠be careful. Not everything can be solved with a gun.â
Tig muttered, âCouldâve fooled me,â but Jax shot him a look that shut him up quick.
Samâs voice was softer when he spoke, directed at Jax. âKeep them close. Familyâs the only thing that gets you through this kind of world.â
That struck something in the biker president. His expression shifted, just slightly, like he was carrying the weight of his entire club on his shoulders. He gave a short nod.
Dean slapped the Impalaâs roof. âAlright, Hallmark momentâs over. Time to hit the road.â
You paused, ripping out a piece of paper from your journal, writing down numbers. âHere,â You said, âif you see anything⊠otherworldly, weâre just a phone call away.â
You gave the piece of paper to Jax, and as you slid into the backseat, you caught Jaxâs eyes one last time. There was gratitude there, but also a flicker of understandingâlike he knew the road you and your brothers walked was darker than anything SAMCRO had ever faced.
The Impala roared to life, and just like that, you were goneâleaving Charming behind with its patched bikers and their new secret about the monsters lurking in the dark.
John Murphy x Reader
While Iâm Gone
The camp was too quiet when John Murphy was gone. Nobody wanted to say it out loud, but his absence sat heavy over everything like smoke after a fire. Some people were relieved. Others pretended not to care. You werenât one of them.
You stood near the dropship entrance, arms crossed tightly over your chest as Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake returned from the woods. The second you saw only the two of them, your stomach dropped.
âWhere is he?â you demanded.
Bellamy avoided your eyes.
Clarke looked exhausted. âY/NâŠâ
âNo.â You stepped closer. âWhereâs Murphy?â
Silence. That was answer enough.
âYou left him out there?â Your voice cracked. âAlone?â
âHe tried to kill Bellamy,â Clarke argued softly. âThe camp wouldâve torn itself apart if he stayed.â
âAnd now heâll die out there instead?â
Bellamyâs jaw tightened. âHe made his choices.â
You glared at him. âSo did all of us.â
For a moment nobody spoke.
Around camp, people avoided looking your way. Some guilty. Some cold. Murphy had done terrible things. You knew that better than anyone. Youâd screamed at him more times than you could count. Threatened to punch him at least twice a week. But you also knew the version of him nobody else bothered to see. The scared one. The lonely one. The boy who cracked jokes because silence made him think too much.
You shook your head and turned away.
âY/Nââ Clarke called after you.
âIâm bringing him back.â
Bellamy scoffed. âYou wonât find him.â
You grabbed your knife from the table beside the dropship. âWatch me.â
â
The forest was colder at night. Every snapped twig made your heart jump. You pushed through branches, calling Murphyâs name under your breath even though you knew yelling would get you killed.
Hours passed. No Murphy. Just darkness and distant animal cries.
You stopped near a creek to catch your breath, frustration burning in your chest.
âMurphy,â you muttered bitterly. âYou better be alive after all this.â
A branch cracked behind you.
You spun aroundâ
Pain exploded across the back of your skull. The world tilted violently before darkness swallowed everything whole.
â
When you woke up, every inch of your body hurt. Your head throbbed. Your wrists burned. It took several blurry seconds to realize your hands were tied above you.
Stone walls.
Torchlight.
A cage.
Panic surged through you until a rough voice spoke beside you.
âWell, this is awkward.â
You turned sharply.
There he was. John Murphy sat chained against the wall beside you, bruised and bloody, one eye swollen nearly shut. Relief hit so hard it almost hurt.
âOh my God,â you breathed.
Murphy stared at you in disbelief. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI came after you.â
His expression shifted instantly from shock to anger. âAre you insane?â
âProbably.â
âThey followed you?â
âI got jumped before I could even find you.â
Murphy groaned, letting his head thunk back against the wall. âGreat. Fantastic. Now theyâve got two idiots.â
Despite everything, you laughed weakly.
His eyes flicked toward you. âYou shouldnât have come.â
âYouâre welcome, by the way.â
Before he could answer, footsteps echoed outside the cell.
Grounders.
Murphyâs entire posture stiffened instantly. The door creaked open. Two Grounders entered carrying blades and ropes. Your pulse spiked. One grabbed Murphy by the arm, yanking him forward. He hissed through clenched teeth.
âHey!â you shouted instinctively.
The Grounder backhanded you so hard your vision blurred.
Murphy snapped.
âDonât touch her!â
The Grounders ignored him.
You watched helplessly as they dragged him toward the center of the room. Murphy fought hard despite the obvious exhaustion weighing him down. It didnât matter. They forced him to his knees. One Grounder spoke in their language while another heated a metal blade in the fire nearby. Fear crawled icy fingers down your spine. Murphy looked at you then. Really looked at you. And suddenly his expression changed.
Less anger. More regret.
âYou shouldâve stayed at camp,â he muttered quietly.
âNot happening.â
The Grounder pressed the hot metal against Murphyâs shoulder. His scream ripped through the room. You jerked violently against your restraints, tears springing to your eyes.
âStop it!â you screamed.
Murphyâs breathing turned ragged as smoke curled from burned skin.
The Grounders moved toward you next.
Murphy immediately struggled harder. âNo. No, leave her alone!â
You had never heard fear in his voice before. Not real fear. One of the Grounders grabbed your chin roughly while the other heated the blade again. You tried not to panic. Tried not to let Murphy see it. But your hands shook violently.
Murphy caught it immediately.
âHey,â he said quickly, voice strained. âHey, look at me.â
You did.
His face was bruised and bloodied, hair falling messily into his eyes. But he was looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him standing.
âDonât let them see you scared,â he whispered.
The blade touched your arm. Pain exploded through you. A cry tore from your throat despite your efforts. Murphy swore viciously, throwing himself against the chains hard enough to bloody his wrists.
âThatâs enough!â he shouted.
The Grounders only laughed. Hours blurred together after that.
Pain.
Cold.
Fear.
Eventually the Grounders left, locking the cell behind them. Silence settled heavily between you and Murphy except for your uneven breathing. You slid weakly against the wall, trying not to cry. Murphy looked worse. Much worse. Blood stained his shirt, and burns covered parts of his arms and chest.
Still, the first thing he asked was, âYou okay?â
You let out a shaky laugh. âYou look like death and youâre asking me that?â
âDidnât answer the question.â
âIâve been better.â
He nodded slightly, relieved anyway. For a long moment neither of you spoke.
Then quietly, Murphy said, âWhy do you care so much?â
You looked at him.
âAt camp⊠everyone hates me,â he continued bitterly. âBellamy barely tolerated me before. Clarke thinks Iâm a psychopath. Half the camp wanted me dead.â
âYouâre not a psychopath.â
Murphy scoffed. âDebatable.â
âYouâre angry,â you corrected softly. âAnd scared. And messed up. But not evil.â
He stared at you like he didnât know what to do with the words.
âNo oneâs ever crossed the woods for me before,â he admitted.
Your chest tightened painfully.
âWell,â you whispered, âget used to it.â
For the first time since you woke up in that horrible place, Murphy smiled.
Small.
Broken.
Real.
Then he shifted painfully closer until his shoulder brushed yours. And in the darkness of the Grounder cell, chained together and exhausted, the two of you sat side by side waiting for morning.
Bet of Love Masterlist
Summary: Professor Dean and Sam Winchester had every girl in their class. They donât care about rules, consequences or the trail of broken hearts they are leaving. What happens when both men try to convince you they are in love with you as only you are left?
Pairing: Professor Sam Winchester x Reader; Professor Dean Winchester x Reader, OFC Lara Sofie, OFC Michael Robert, Gabriel x sister!reader
Warnings: angst, unrequited love, stupid bets, hurt feelings, violence, language, arguments, remorseful Winchesters, mentions of sexual intercourse, embarrassed reader, tears, heartbreak, arguments, parents trap, violence, more will be added in later chaptersâŠ
Bet of love - Part 1 Revenge
Bet of love - Part - Consequences
Bet of love - Part 3 - Past Sins
Bet of love - Part 4 - Parents Trap
Bet of love - Part 5 - Phase 4
Smoke Eater || Series Masterlist
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but heâs also known to break a few hearts. Heâs starting to crave something heâs never had, though. Something stable. Something real.Â
Thatâs when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.  Â
AN: "Smoke eater" â a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.
Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!
Series Tags & Warnings: (18+ only) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.
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Part 1 - Class and Style - Podcast Version!
Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester
Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me
Part 4 - Rocky Road
Part 5 - Twitterpated
Part 6 - Just Casual
Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle
Part 8 - Likewise, Baby
Part 9 - Do Not Disturb
Part 10 - Toil and Trouble
Part 11 - Heart of the Home
Part 12 - All in the Family
Part 13 - Boiling Point
Part 14 - Message in a Bottle
Part 15 - The Good Part
Part 16 - Break Down the Gates
Part 17 - The Real Deal
Part 18 - V for Vendetta
Part 19 - Sacrifice
Epilogue - Easy as Pie
Series Complete!
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Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future togetherâŠ
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Serendipity Now that you and Dean are married, you begin to live out the next phase of your dream. However, reality has to check in some time.
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Leaving Breadcrumbs behind Masterlist
Authorâs Note: Welcome to the Masterlist of âLeaving Breadcrumbs behindâ. This is a Hawaii 5-0 series, with a right now unknown amount of chapters. Please leave feedback and donât shy away from messaging me or asking to be tagged!
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Love,
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Summary: This series follows Steve McGarrettâs way of finding out what his fiancĂ©âs secret is and why she is leaving breadcrumbs behind for him to find out. Why did she shoot him? What is this all about? Why codes? And who is behind this?
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Leaving Breadcumbs behind [2/?]
Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [3/?]
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Two Pink Lines
mood board <3
summary: After a one-night stand turns into an unexpected pregnancy, you must navigate fear, uncertainty, and growing connection with a man you barely know.
pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
warning: Curse Words?? Maybe some smutt.
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Chapter One - Two Pink Lines
Chapter Two - We'll Figure It Out
Chapter Three - The Space Between Heartbeats
Chapter Four - Fragile
Chapter Five - Heartbeat
Chapter Six - Something Growing
Chapter Seven - When Everything Changed
Chapter Eight - You Felt It Too
Chapter Nine - Coming soon
Chapter Ten - Coming soon
Feverish
aaron hotch x reader
summary: Hotch is sick and refuses to go home and take care of himself, so the team decides youâre the best person to handle it. Or, handle him. It turns out your boss isnât the only Hotchner sick today.
word count: 5.3 K FLUFF OMFG
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The team was already placing bets on who was going to bite the bullet and tell Hotch to go home. All heads would end up turning to you.Â
âWhy me?â You huff.Â
âYouâre the only one who is going to make it a foot past the door and you know it.â Emily bites the end of her pen, spinning around in her chair to face you.Â
âStatistically, Y/n would be able to get the furthest into the office before Hotch kicks her out.â
âPretty boy,â Morgan shakes his head while sitting on the edge of his desk, âHe does not kick Pretty Girl out.âÂ
not sure if youâve ever done this before BUT can u do something with bau!reader and at the end of a case the unsub attacks reader while the whole team is there and aaron has to step in. and heâs like more aggressive than normal. idk if that makes sense but thank you đ
under restraint
it makes COMPLETE sense đ€ cw; fem bau!reader, established relationship, typical cm violence, anger and comfort <3
Unfortunately, you'd forgotten the one rule.
Don't turn your back.
Whether you were the unsubâs intended target or you were simply the most accessible, he lunged at you. It was part of his MO; jumping his victims from behind, catching them off guard and at their most vulnerable. You knew that was the MO. You should have seen it coming.Â
One second, you were following Emily out of interrogation, and the next, you were being yanked backward. His hand knotted in your ponytail, fingers tightening as he grabbed a fistful of your hair. With a rough, forceful jerk, he hauled you back, the motion sharp and unrelenting.
But just as quickly as he had taken ahold of it, you were released.
Balancing yourself, you turned around just in time to see Aaron shoving the guy backward into the one-way window. The impact rattled the glass, a tremor running through it as the force of the shove pinned him there.
You barely had time to process the sting erupting in the back of your head, your mind trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened. Or what was currently happening.
Aaron had his forearm pressed against the unsubâs chest. His muscles strained against the sleeves of his green polo, tension running through his arm and shoulders as he held him there.
"Back off." Aaron's voice came out low and sharp, the command leaving no room for argument.
SĂA||Jax Teller x OC
Right Where Iâm Supposed To Be
ââ
The sound hit before the sight did.
Engines.
Low. Familiar. Too familiar.
Jax froze mid-step in the yard, a coil of tension snapping tight through his body. His hand instinctively flexed like he still carried a gun at his side. The quiet life didnât erase reflexes like that.
Ellie stepped out onto the porch behind him, wiping her hands on a dish towel. âYou expecting company?â
He didnât answer right away.
Because he knew those engines.
Knew them like a heartbeat.
A line of bikes rolled up the dirt road, dust kicking high behind them. Six riders. Leather cuts. Brotherhood stitched into every mile theyâd ridden to get here.
Jax exhaled slow.
âThey found me.â
The bikes came to a stop in the yard, engines cutting one by one.
For a second, nobody moved.
Then Chibs swung his leg off his bike first, helmet coming off, eyes locked on Jax like he wasnât sure if this was real.
âJesus, JackieâŠâ
Jax let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. âHey, brother.â
That was all it took.
Chibs crossed the distance in a few long strides and pulled him into a rough hug, clapping him hard on the back. âYou just disappear, no word, nothing? Thought you were dead.â
âHad to be,â Jax said quietly. âAt least⊠that version of me did.â
Bobby stepped up next, shaking his head with a half-smile. âWell Iâll be damned. You actually did it.â
âYeah,â Jax replied. âGuess I did.â
Happy gave a small nod, eyes scanning him like he was checking for damage. Tig smirked, though it didnât quite hide the relief underneath. Juice looked like he might cry and laugh at the same time. Opie just watched him, pride sitting heavy in his expression.
Then Ellie cleared her throat from the porch.
âWell,â she said, hands on her hips, âyou boys gonna stand there all day looking intimidating, or are you coming inside?â
Six pairs of eyes snapped to her.
Jax turned slightly. âEllieââ
She waved him off. âAnyone who rides like thatâs gotta be starving. I made enough for ten.â
Tig leaned toward Chibs, muttering just loud enough, âI like her already.â
Chibs elbowed him. âShut it.â
Bobby tipped his head politely. âMaâam, we wouldnât want to imposeââ
âYouâre not,â Ellie cut in. âYouâre his people, right?â
A beat.
Jax met her eyes.
Then nodded.
âYeah,â he said. âThey are.â
She smiled. âThen get in here.â
Dinner was loud.
Louder than anything that house had seen in a long time.
Plates piled high, beer bottles clinking, voices overlapping. Ellie held her own at the head of the table, unfazed by the chaos, throwing back just as many smart remarks as she got.
âSo,â she said, pointing her fork at Tig, âyou always this dramatic, or is that just for special occasions?â
Tig grinned. âOnly when Iâm trying to impress a pretty woman.â
âTry harder,â she shot back, not missing a beat.
Juice nearly choked laughing. Happy smirked into his drink. Even Chibs let out a low chuckle.
Jax sat back in his chair, watching it all unfold.
Watching them fitâhis old life and his new one colliding in a way he never thought could work.
And somehowâŠ
It did.
Later, the sun dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and gold.
Ellie stood, gathering plates. âAlright, yâall. Porch is that way if you need air. Jax, youâre on dish duty later.â
Jax huffed. âYes, maâam.â
She squeezed his shoulder as she passed, quiet but grounding.
Then it was just the men stepping out onto the porch.
Old ghosts meeting open sky.
They spread out across the wooden boardsâleaning against rails, sitting on steps, beers in hand.
For a while, nobody said anything.
They didnât have to.
Then Chibs broke the silence. âNice place you got here, brother.â
Jax nodded. âItâs hers.â
âYeah,â Opie said, glancing back toward the house. âSheâs⊠good for you.â
Jaxâs jaw tightened slightly. âYeah. She is.â
Bobby leaned forward, forearms on his knees. âWe didnât come to drag you back.â
Jax looked at him, something cautious flickering in his eyes. âThen why are you here?â
Bobby met his gaze. âBecause youâre family. And family checks in.â
A pause.
Then Bobby added, softer, âAnd because⊠we needed to see it for ourselves.â
âSee what?â Jax asked.
âThat you made it out,â Chibs said quietly.
The words settled heavy.
Opie nodded. âWe all saw it, man. What that life was doing to you.â
Juice looked down at his hands. âIt was eating you alive.â
Happy didnât say anythingâbut the way he looked at Jax said enough.
Tig exhaled, unusually serious. âYou were carrying too much.â
Bobby took a slow sip of his beer, then set it down. âIâm glad you left,â he said simply.
Jax blinked, caught off guard. âYeah?â
Bobby nodded. âYeah. Because we all saw how the club was eating you up inside.â He gestured toward the fields, the quiet, the life Jax had built. âThis? This looks like a man who finally put that weight down.â
Silence stretched againâbut it wasnât heavy this time.
It was⊠understanding.
Jax swallowed, eyes drifting out over the land. âWasnât easy.â
âWasnât supposed to be,â Chibs said.
Opie stepped closer, clapping a hand on his shoulder. âBut you did it.â
Jax let out a slow breath.
âYeah,â he said. âI did.â
The screen door creaked open behind them.
Ellie stepped out, arms crossed loosely. âYou boys gonna get all emotional out here, or can I join?â
Tig grinned. âDepends. You bring more beer?â
She held up a bottle. âAlways.â
That earned a round of quiet laughter.
Jax reached for her as she stepped beside him, his hand settling at her waist without thinking.
Natural.
Easy.
Home.
She glanced up at him. âEverything okay?â
Jax looked at his brothersâthen back at her.
For the first time in a long timeâŠ
There was no pull to leave.
âNo,â he said, a small smile forming. âEverythingâs right.â
And under the wide Texas sky, past and present finally sat side by sideâwithout tearing him apart.

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SĂA|| Jax Teller x OC
Some Things You Canât Run Away From
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The last thing Jax Teller expected was silence.
No engines roaring.
No patched brothers arguing.
No weight of a gavel hanging over his decisions.
Just⊠wind.
Texas stretched out around him in long, golden wavesâfields bending under a late afternoon sun, a sky so wide it almost made him uneasy. He wasnât used to space. He was used to chaos.
Used to blood.
Walking away hadnât been clean. It never is. You donât just leave that life behind without it clawing at your back. But heâd done it anywayâsold what he could, burned what he couldnât, and rode until California was nothing but a memory in his mirrors.
Thatâs how he ended up on a dusty road outside a small town no one had heard of.
And thatâs where he met her.
Her truck had broken down halfway across the road, hood popped, steam curling into the hot air. Jax almost kept riding. Old instincts told him not to get involved.
But something made him slow.
She was standing there, hands on her hips, sunburnt nose, boots planted like she owned the land under them. Blonde hair pulled into a messy braid, flannel tied around her waist.
She didnât look helpless.
She looked⊠irritated.
Jax cut the engine. âTrouble?â
She glanced at him, eyes sharp but not unfriendly. âDepends. You know anything about engines, or you just like asking obvious questions?â
A ghost of a smirk pulled at his mouth. âI know enough.â
âThen congratulations,â she said, stepping aside. âYou just volunteered.â
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Her name was Ellie.
She owned a farm just outside townâland passed down through her family, stubbornly held onto while everything else around it modernized. Cattle, a few horses, crops she swore at more than she praised.
Jax fixed her truck.
She offered him a beer.
He stayed.
At first, it was practical. A place to lay low. A few days turned into a week. Then another.
He helped fix fences. She taught him how to handle the horses without getting kicked. They worked side by side in an easy rhythmâno questions he didnât want to answer, no pressure to explain the shadows behind his eyes.
Ellie wasnât naive. She saw the scars. The way he scanned every road, every stranger.
But she didnât push.
And that⊠that was new.
âYouâre not from around here,â she said one night, both of them sitting on her porch, boots up on the railing.
Jax huffed a quiet laugh. âThat obvious?â
âCity doesnât sit on you right,â she replied. âYou move like youâre waiting for something to go wrong.â
He stared out at the dark fields. Crickets chirping. Wind soft against the trees.
âOld habits.â
She took a sip of her drink. âYou running from something?â
He didnât answer right away.
Then, quietly, âYeah.â
She nodded like that was enough. Like she didnât need the details.
âMust be pretty bad,â she said. âFor you to end up all the way out here.â
He glanced at her, something shifting in his chest. âOr maybe I finally got smart.â
That made her smile.
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It crept up on himâthe way she laughed, loud and unfiltered. The way she worked harder than anyone heâd ever known, hands rough but steady. The way she looked at him like she saw everything⊠and stayed anyway.
It wasnât explosive.
It wasnât reckless.
It was⊠steady.
And that scared him more than anything.
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âYouâre leaving,â Ellie said one morning.
It wasnât a question.
Jax froze halfway through saddling one of the horses. âWhat makes you say that?â
She leaned against the fence, watching him. âBecause men like you donât stay.â
He swallowed hard. âYou donât know me that well.â
âDonât need to,â she said softly. âIâve seen that look before. Like you donât think you deserve to stop running.â
That hit too close.
He set the saddle down, jaw tightening. âYou donât know what Iâve done.â
âNo,â she agreed. âBut I know what you do now.â
Silence stretched between them.
âYou fix things,â she continued. âYou show up. You donât lie to me.â Her voice softened. âThat counts for something.â
Jax looked at herâreally looked.
At the dirt on her jeans. The stubborn set of her shoulders. The hope she wasnât quite willing to admit.
âI donât want to bring my past here,â he said quietly. âTo you.â
Ellie stepped closer. âThen donât.â
He shook his head. âIt doesnât work like that.â
âMaybe not where youâre from,â she said. âBut out here? You decide who you are.â
That night, Jax sat alone on the porch long after she went inside.
The old life called to him in the quiet. The chaos. The pull of it.
But for the first timeâŠ
It didnât feel stronger than what he had right in front of him.
The next morning, Ellie found him in the barn, fixing a broken gate.
She leaned against the doorway. âTruckâs running fine, by the way.â
He nodded. âGood.â
âSo,â she said, heart clearly on the line now, âyou gonna disappear on me, or what?â
Jax wiped his hands on a rag, then walked toward her.
Slow. Certain.
âIâve spent my whole life running toward the wrong things,â he said. âFigured⊠maybe itâs time I stay for the right one.â
Her breath caught. âAnd whatâs that?â
He stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the heat of her skin.
âYou,â he said simply.
For a second, she just stared at himâlike she was making sure this was real.
Then she smiled.
And kissed him.
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Months later, the bike still sat in the barn.
Dusty.
Unused.
Jax traded leather for worn flannel, long rides for early mornings, gunfire for the low hum of cattle and wind.
The ghosts didnât disappear.
But they got quieter.
Because out there, under a Texas sky that never seemed to endâŠ
Jax Teller finally found something worth staying for.
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