jackson n. teller

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”

“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting my poop.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] So it involves feces and large birds.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.

[text] I will not get you donuts.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

at the table she sits –––   a table that seemed like it was placed there to fill the room .   furniture that was old and worn ,   haphazardly placed without intention .   this hollow building was small and out of the way   ...   NO ONE KNEW WHERE THEY WERE .   the redwood nine hides here ,   plotting and scheming of ways to further their stake in the war with clay .   it was hollow and empty ,   arguably it wasn't safe at all .   the problem with the war with clay is that no matter what ,   things were bloody .   IT WAS VIOLENT .   in this life they could barely find a path that was safer      ( less   ...   bloody . )   it's fate that their lives have exposed them to such violence ,   that it quickly became second nature .   jackson told her that he didn't want to live that life anymore .   he broke away from the sons because he wanted to follow his father .   A HIPPIE ,   in his own right and yet ?   he also promised her he wouldn't drag her crew through the dirt either .   

INEXPERIENCE rears it's ugly head as does PRIDE. yes , jackson is not perfect , MIA HAS CAUGHT HIM THUS. the room vibrates with their energy ; the two of them staring at one another with the kind of glance they reserve for their best enemies. jackson partly ashamed that he hadn't had the hindsight ---- a PRESIDENT should know better , do better. his words had been taken over by the anger that belongs to another part of his bloodline , a bloodline that he fears will one day overtake.

he walks away from her , hands go to rake themselves through hair as he looks out a window that looks out upon a bleak landscape. ' ... anger is written all over our faces what the fuck am i supposed to do with that ? ' jackson says this quietly before then looking back at her , ' if you think i'm not going to make mistakes and piss you off then you aren't looking at this like a fuckin' partnership mia ... '

he then makes his way back to her , ' it isn't betrayal ---- i fucked up ' the idea of betrayal is something that runs deep between them , a loyalty that perhaps he had asked for too early , it hadn't exactly been earned yet. ' you can question me , say i'm wrong but don't you do it with idea that i'm already trying to fuck you over , like you expect me to. '

history plays out .... the other already guessing jackson's intentions. his brows raise at the others words , they're both smarter than other people give them credit for. perhaps it's the way they were raised , luca and jackson both given a front seat to the kind of education that settled in bones and gave way to the kind of thinking that was constantly twelve steps in front of everyone else. jackson then goes to put that cigarette out as another hand combs through hair. ' you and i don't need to do this right ? ' jackson brows raise as his eyes rest on luca , ' i respect you too much for this shit '

it's true he does. they both lived different lives ; the pair perhaps not conforming to what was acceptable to those who fell in line and picked up where the last generation fell.

' i'm worried about shit on the home field .... i know you know ' jackson shares a small smile , as his eyes squint ever so , ' though you're pretty good a hiding shit ... ' timbre threads humor ever so , ' fuck we have to be ' deep inhale.

[ @sythegun ] jax > daisy : are  they  always  like  this?

he nods , a smile sitting on lips as he shakes head. it reminds him of CHARMING ; of times when things were simpler , and there wasn't a death wish following him around .....

next to him is a journal , he's getting more and more like his old man. jackson goes to look down at a page that's nothing but a sketch of the bar , and the words : BIG EMPTY. those words courtesy of the bar that's been playing 'stone temple pilots'.

the mention of 'son' causes his chest to clench ever so , and his breath draws short ---- GUILT heavy. there's the knowledge of the life he lived before everything changed , the men he willingly killed , a journal that promised more .... had he ever been THAT naive ? jackson feels his age deeply , looking thirty three but feeling fifty. perhaps it's the universe's sick trick , or him finally getting the KARMA he so deserved.

he bites the inside of cheek to stifle a painful yell --- blood fills his mouth as the coppery taste reminds him that YES , HE IS STILL ALIVE. looking at maggie he nods , a quick nod before his fingers then go to thread through blonde hair. there's a silence that settles between them , comfortable in formation and a reminder that sometimes silence is golden.

there's the sound of an alarm sounding in the distance and as it comes to an end jackson finally speaks. ' got something in the works ... think it's gonna mean me getting thrown in isolation for a bit ---- i need you to report me , make them believe i'm INFECTED ' his mouth dries at that last word , knowing that IF his plan doesn't work he'll wind up dead in 24 hours.

jackson's lithe fingers go to dig out a pack and as he manages to extract one he shakes head ; a small smile ghosts upon lips as he inhales deeply. bones tired , his heart aches. ' what , you don't like me droppin' in ? ' this said as he pulls a cigarette out and puts it between teeth ,

' needed to get the fuck outta charming ' the words somewhat muddled as he bites down on filter and other hand goes to extract a lighter with the initials of his old man. ' things have changed ... needed to clear my head '

the cigarette lit as he takes a long drag , the smoke filling lungs is the only warmth he's known. it's a lonely life , he wonders if he should be worried with how often he talks to himself. smoke exhaled as he then looks at luca. wondering if he can trust the other ---- there's history between them , a shared legacy that the both of them have been running from. / @eversecond

they aren't granted a day as much as they might fight for it .   the world of a club like theirs is riddled with danger and betrayal .   PARANOIA RUNS DEEP ,   but the desire to harm is even deeper .   the wild ones have kept themselves some distance between what most clubs are .   BRUTAL AND IMPULSIVE ,   but at the same time they retained their 1% status .   respect and money doesn't just come from their charities or the good deeds .   they're just as much of a criminal organization as the others .   " personally part of me would say :   fuck it   ...   FOLLOW YOUR HEART ,   ain't like you don't got a target on your back already . "   BUT WAS IT SO CRAZY TO WANT ?   to want something bigger than yourself or others .   to know that egotism is the murder of freedom .   

mia crosses her arms to her chest ,   eyes connecting with his and she can tell how genuine he's being .   HOW HONEST AND TRUE   ( such a weird thing to think of about a biker . )   " the other part of me needs to think of the consequences ,  especially when a lot is at stake .   the wild ones are a small group of women who are just tryin' to make shit better for our community . "  the fact is that they are the only female run motorcycle club ,   and in the male dominated world in which they fight in .   they're already got their own target on their heads .   so whatever deal they make ,   it's gotta be meaningful .  

he hadn't expected it to be easy .... it wouldn't be QUITE as rewarding if it had been. mia makes good points , he nods as she talks , and those rings that sit on his fingers feel swollen. it's hard to shake his namesake his LEGACY , but he's gotta try before the bad shit catches up and KILLS him. jackson gnaws on his lower lip before he rubs his hands together , he gestures to the left. a path that's a little more beaten up ---- a path that JT used to take him down.

' i'll be mindful , won't pull you into any big shit ... just watching would be good enough --- keeping your ears to the ground and not betraying where i am ' knowing that her MC while powerful would be pummeled in a moments notice if CLAY got wind of their agreement. their world is dominated by MEN , and he won't pretend otherwise yet ? he likes the wild ones. in a world he envisions them working together , building some good while also acknowledging that they have their dark shit to carry.

' la lita huh ? ' the two of them walking down the path as the sunlight streams through the tree line once more. ' you tryin' to turn me into a wild one mia ? ' softness with tongue , her name coming out gentle. ringed hand comes to then push back some blonde strands that escape , ' ... i'll gladly submit give you my nomad patch ' shoots her a smile along with a small laugh , ' all bullshit aside i'll come , make my case and i won't underestimate your MC , you could beat the shit outta me i'm well fuckin' aware of that '

there's a small bridge that boosts a river beneath it , and they go to walk over it. ' your president scares the shit outta me , caterina ... clay pissed her off too many times --- think that'll play a little bit in my favor ? '

he nods , jaw tight as he sits with the words that she directed his way. words that are both guarded yet hope blossoms beneath. there's the understanding that this life was difficult , that the loss of so many loved ones slowly began to chip away at whatever hope was left. his blue eyes lift upwards as he sees the guards patrolling the entrance into the 'SAFE ZONE'. disgust evident upon visage as he shakes head , and a hand goes through hair.

' i'm gonna go fuckin' crazy if i stay here one more day ' steel toed boot kicks at the earth that hasn't seen rain in weeks. the stagnant smell of death wafts. he no longer chooses to play it safe. his son was taken , taken by SAMCRO early in the days where there was an inkling of a disease. a pubishment at first for jackson , clay reminding jackson that he was NO KING. that jackson stepping out of line would mean consequences. he's tried to trace them , chased them down to this last 'SAFE ZONE'.