unknownmuse

Lady of the Moon🌙

i started writing because literacy is dying and the people don’t stay up till 3 am reading fan-fics anymore.

i write when inspiration strikes me because i’m free as the wind. (lazy asf)

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all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

Masterlist

Jason Todd

Shes the man

-> Chapter 1

-> Chapter 2

-> Chapter 3

There’s love at home

The man and moon

Dick Grayson

Uptown Girl

Wedding rage

Stiles Stillinski

Mystery of a girl

Pete Dunham

a smile perhaps?

Jackson Teller

Object of his obsession

-> chapter 2

First time for everything

Unlucky

-> chapter 2

-> chapter 3

-> chapter 4

Glamorous girl

Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

CW: mentions of swearing, pregnancy, blood, brief fighting, running away (duh)

AN: For the sake of the story, the daughter will have similar features to Jax but ambiguous features when it comes to reader!!

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

JAX TELLER SPENT YEARS LOOKING FOR YOU AND EVEN WITH ALL THAT TIME, HE STILL DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

You knew you were screwed the moment Gemma spotted you at the grocery store. The gut feeling you had this morning was one you should’ve listened to. But no, you just had to get the specific kind of chocolate cereal they sold here.

Catching a glance of the leather clad woman you absolutely didn’t want to face, you backtracked in the pasta aisle you were currently standing in. Quickening your pace while pushing the half-full cart. The rise of your heartbeat was daunting, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time but alas, it’s what happened when you were around a Teller.

Just as you were to turn the corner on the aisle, Gemma cut you off with her cart, forcing you to a halt. “Shit.” you muttered under your breath as your eyes met her menacing ones.

She looked you up and down as she slowly closed the gap between the two of you, her tight lipped smile resting on her face. “Didn’t know you were back in town.”

You let out a slow sigh, lifting your chin as you straightened your posture. You weren’t about to let her think she could still scare you, even if it was true. “I’m not.” you replied rigidly. “Just needed something from here.”

She gave a dry scoff, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes somehow narrowed even more. “You left so suddenly last time… thought you got a bullet in your head or somethin”. The jab landed exactly how she’d intended but you refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

You were tired of her antics already, especially from the insult disguised as casual conversation. You met her stare head-on.

“What do you want Gemma?”. For the first time in this interaction, the smile on her face faltered, only for a second before returning back to its former glory.

“You left Jax when he needed you most. don’t want you back in town stirring shit up.” She folded her arms tightly across her chest, her stare sharp enough to cut through glass.

Your jaw clenched, a bitter scoff escaping your lips. “Believe me, I don’t want anything to do with you or him.” you shot back coldly at her words. She opened her mouth to argue, but you were already done with the conversation.

Shaking your head and turning on your heels, you were ready to walk away. But of-course, of all the moments the universe could’ve chosen, it picked that one.

Small footsteps came racing down the other end of the aisle. “Look! I found it mama!” your daughter beamed, holding up the box of cereal you’d initially been searching for. Pride lit up her face as she skipped toward you, completely unaware of the deadly tension hanging in the air.

Every muscle in your body went frozen. Under your breath, you cursed the cruel timing. You slowly lifted your eyes to the older woman. The resentment drained from her face in an instant while her arms fell limply to her sides as her eyes darted back and forth from the little girl to you.

You couldn’t even deny her thoughts if you wanted to. Your daughter was the perfect mix of you and Jax, his hair color and bright smile were so prominent on her that it was like staring at a gender bent version of Jax.

The color slowly left Gemma’s face, her lips parting soundlessly as the realization settled over her

“Who…” she whispered, barely able to get the word out. Your daughter glanced curiously between the two of you before reaching for your hand, still clutching the cereal box against her chest.

“Let’s go buy that, okay baby?” you softly say to her as your grip on her hand tightens, keeping her small frame close to you. “Is she-“ Gemma’s voice speaks up and you shoot her a solemn look. One that answers every question that rises and dies on her lips.

You lift your four-year-old daughter, Jacqueline, onto your hip, one arm securely wrapped around her as she continues to smile. With your free hand, you take the box of cereal from her tiny ones and gently place it into the shopping cart. Your fingers linger on the handle for a moment, tightening until your knuckles pale.

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet the older woman’s eyes. “Please…” Your voice comes out strained and worn thin by years of carrying a secret you could never outrun. “Just… leave us alone.” It almost sounded like a desperate plea.

Four years ago, you disappeared without so much as a goodbye. The night you found out you were three weeks pregnant, you packed what little you owned and left town before anyone could stop you.

You convinced yourself it was the right thing to do, that walking away would spare everyone the heartbreak and complications that came with having a child with Jax Teller. Most of all, you told yourself it would give your daughter a chance at a life free from the chaos of the club.

You had repeated that lie to yourself so many times it almost felt like the truth.

Just almost.

But standing here now, with Jacqueline, resting comfortably against your shoulder and the sordid past staring you in the face, every excuse you’d spent years building began to crack. The guilt never really left, it was just buried beneath sleepless nights, bedtime stories and every other sacrifice that came with raising a little girl on your own.

And now, it had finally caught up to you.

Without so much as giving Gemma another look, you make your way to the cash register, swiftly bagging your items and leaving the store with your daughter in hand.

You knew Gemma all too well, she would never keep something like this from her son, not when it would give her the grandchild she wanted so desperately. So the second you got in your car, you drove home with no intention of staying there.

The past had finally found you, and now you had to hide.

It had been two days since your unexpected encounter with Gemma at the grocery store and you weren’t willing to take any chances after that.

The fear of her tracking you down lingered in the back of your mind, so you’d packed only the essentials and moved into the spare room of your close friend, Mira’s, house.

She knew of your situation and had the kindness to let you stay as long as you needed. You’d only returned to your rented apartment today because you had no other choice. In your rush to leave, you’d forgotten important work documents and your boss had been asking for them all morning.

You’d convinced yourself it would be a quick trip, something that would take five to ten minutes. The apartment felt weirdly untouched when you stepped inside, as if the last few days hadn’t happened at all.

You grabbed the papers from the kitchen counter, took the necessary photos of them and then scanned the rooms one last time to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything else. You then locked the door behind you and left.

The warm afternoon air hit your face as you exited the building, your keys already in hand. Your car sat a small distance away and relief began to settle in your chest.

Then two familiar men wearing those unmistakable leather kuttes stepped directly into your path, Chibs and Tig. Your feet stopped before your mind could process why, the recognition hit like a punch to the stomach.

Your heartbeat lurched violently against your ribs as panic flooded your mind. Without thinking, you pivoted on your heel, ready to head the other way, only to freeze again.

Happy and Bobby had quietly taken position behind you, blocking the entrance you’d just come through. You were surrounded.

There was nowhere left to run.

“Fuckin Gemma.” You breathlessly muttered as they began to close in on you, trying to keep you from running. You knew Gemma like the back of your hand and still, you weren’t completely prepared for her schemes.

Then Jax started making his way toward you. He looked different from the last time you’d seen him.

It was clear that time had been hell on him. His sharp features had grown rough around the edges, shaped with fatigue and sleepless nights. A well kept blonde beard framed his jaw, fuller than before, while his matching golden hair had been cut shorter, leaving just enough length to be slicked back. There was a hardness to him now, one that hadn’t been there before.

And he looked absolutely furious.

The President patch placed onto the front of his worn leather kutte caught your attention, almost gleaming as he closed the distance between you. It stood out like a warning, a reminder of exactly who he’d become and the authority he now carried.

Every heavy step seemed deliberate, his pissed expression never leaving yours, making it painfully clear that whatever was about to happen wasn’t going to end with a simple conversation.

You turn around once more looking for an out, anywhere to avoid this mess. Now facing Chibs and Tig once again.

They were far too close to you now. Every escape route seemed to disappear the longer you stood there, their presence boxing you in from every angle. Your pulse thundered in your ears as your mind raced for any chance to get away.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered to Tig as you faced him, the quiet apology catching him off guard. His brows pulled together in confusion as he tried to make sense of your words.

That single moment was all you needed. You curled your fist into the front of his shirt, yanking him just enough to throw him off balance before driving your forehead sharply into his. The impact forced him stumbling backward with a pained grunt, his hand flying to his bloodied forehead as he fought to regain his footing.

You didn’t wait to see what happened next.

The instant the path opened, you bolted. Your legs carried you as fast as they could, your heartbeat pounding against your ribs while adrenaline fuelled the need to escape. You spent this long keeping your daughter away from the Sons and their bullshit, you weren’t giving up this easy.

Behind you, came sounds of shouts and pounding footsteps. You pushed yourself harder, weaving through the streets without looking back, every breath burning your lungs.

The distance between you and them was the only thing that mattered now and you refused to let them close it.

The alley that you eventually entered came to a dead end. Your stomach twisted as your eyes landed on the tall chain-link fence blocking the only way out. Without thinking, you rushed toward it, your fingers desperately hooking through the cold metal as you hauled yourself upward.

The fence rattled violently beneath your weight, every second feeling like an eternity. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

With effortless strength, Jax pulled you off the fence before you could make it over, setting you back on the pavement as though your frantic struggle weighed nothing at all to him.

Your shoulders slumped as the adrenaline drained from your body, replaced by a sense of defeat. There was nowhere left to run.

Jax had found you.

As soon as your feet touched the ground, he stepped in front of you. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths from the chase and those piercing blue eyes locked onto yours with such intensity that made it impossible to look away.

Neither of you spoke as the distant footsteps of the others echoed into the alley before slowly coming to a stop behind him, but no one dared to interrupt.

They watched in silence, understanding this wasn’t their conversation to have.

He searched your face, looking to find the same woman that left in the middle of the night four years ago.

But here he stands, with not a clue on what to say because one look at your face, and he still can’t bring himself to hate you.

AN: does anyone want a part… 2…. 😥

heavily inspired by that one scene Jax corners Tara at the park

Jax Teller x Finalgirl!Reader

Chapter 4

Scream inspired; Warnings: mentions of swearing, stalking (not from Jax), paranoia, blood, nightmares, gruesome murder, real angsty, weapons.

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

THE INEVITABLE IS YET TO COME, BUT WHAT IT IS? YOU DO NOT KNOW.

You woke up suddenly from your spot on the couch, surrounded by a mountain of posters. They covered every surface of Gemma’s house, leaving nothing else to be seen. Every single one bore your face with your eyes scratched out.

HAVE YOU SEEN ME?

You stood to run, only to find more plastered across her front lawn, telephone poles, parked cars and everywhere else you looked. The words echoed around you, louder and louder until they began to sound like voices.

“Have you seen me?”

“Have you seen me?”

“Have you seen me?”

The posters began closing in, swallowing your vision until all you could see was your own scarred face staring back at you.

Your eyes jerked open from the terrible nightmare. You shot upright on the couch with a sharp gasp, your chest rising and falling rapidly. A cold sweat clung to your skin as your heartbeat rose violently.

You couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t.

Your eyes frantically darted around the living room, searching every corner until the remnants of the nightmare slowly faded away. Your sight eventually locked in on a photo Gemma kept slightly hidden in the corner of her mantle, one of you tightly hugging Jax around the neck as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Taking a breather and letting your senses return, you realized you were safe.

At least.. for now.

Other thoughts began to resurface instead. After the unspoken reconciliation you and Jax had shared last night, the realization came to you that the feeling of warmth faded from your side.

You took notice of the blanket that had been draped over the two of you, it was now tangled around your legs. Only the faint smell of cigarettes mixed with his cologne remained.

You stared at the empty space for a minute, replaying the moment in your head. Neither of you had spoken much nor was there any grand declaration of love to ease the tension between you two. His simple words of “it’s okay darlin” told you he didn’t hate you.

Neither of you had been angry and no-one had run away. It wasn’t forgiveness and it sure as hell wasn’t a resolution but it was a start.

And yet… waking up alone made that start feel painfully small.

Part of you wanted to see last night as the first real step toward mending the relationship you and Jax had. It proved there was still something left worth fighting for. That despite everything, neither of you had truly let go. The other part of you couldn’t ignore the dull and hollow ache settling in your chest from waking up alone. You’d fallen asleep wrapped in his arms and now you were waking up to nothingness. It felt strangely cruel.

With a small sigh, you pushed yourself upright, rubbing the residual exhaustion from your eyes as you glanced around the living room. The house was silent, it was clear that the morning had well enough passed and you slept later than usual. There was no sign of Gemma, Melanie or Jax in the house.

You stood, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders for a moment before letting it slide back onto the couch. Curiosity eventually pulled you toward Gemma’s kitchen, where a small sticky note attached to the refrigerator caught your attention immediately. You peeled it off with tired fingers, a small smile threatening to appear on your face.

“Went out for groceries. Help urself to anything in the fridge. XOXO Mel & Gem.”

The note warmed your chest more than you’d expected. It was such a normal thing. Ordinary. You craved ordinary. Sticking the note back where you’d found it, you wandered into the bathroom to freshen up. The person staring back at you in the mirror looked weary. Eyes swollen and puffy from days, probably weeks of fearful crying. Faint tear tracks stained against your cheeks and your hair was an absolute mess from sleeping awkwardly on the couch.

After spending what felt like hours to fix your appearance with whatever was in your purse, you looked decent. Well, decent enough for someone with just an old tube of mascara, dried up concealer and a stick of deodorant (thank god) in her purse.

Opening the refrigerator, you crouched down and began rummaging through its shelves, scanning for something appetizing. Containers shifted from one side to the other as you searched absentmindedly. Just as you reached for a carton of orange juice tucked toward the back, a knock came at the door.

The sudden sound echoed through the empty house, startling you. Your brows knitted together as you slowly straightened your posture, eyes drifting toward the front door.

“C’mon I know you’re in there!” You’d know that voice anywhere. It’s Tig.“Don’t scare the lass, yer soundin like a jackass!” and apparently Chibs too.

Despite your best efforts to fight it, a smile found its way onto your face. You walked over to the front door and pulled it open, eyes landing on two familiar faces you hadn’t seen in years.

Tig was leaning against the door frame with that smirk he always had and Chibs stood right beside him. “Damn, Juice wasn’t lyin. Lookin good.” Tig’s eyes scan your figure up and down before finally landing on your face.

“Still a perv after all these years huh?” You joke with a laugh as you hug the scotsman first and then Tig to which he basically lifts you from the ground in a tight hug.

“You wound me, Sugar.” he says after putting you down and placing a dramatic hand on his heart. That nickname of his sends a wave of nostalgia down your spine. He’d always call you that because many years ago, you accidentally put salt instead of sugar in Jax’s coffee and of-course, Tig witnessed Jax spitting it out all over Opie which of-course, made him laugh his ass off.

“alright, time to go!” Tig claps his hands together and turned around to face his bike.

“Go? Go where?” you ask confused at Tig’s words.

“Uh- back to Mel’s house?” He replies so matter of factly as if you’re supposed to know what he’s talking about.

Your eyebrows wrinkle in confusion at his words. The expression on your face made it suddenly clear to the two men that you had no idea what was happening.

“Lass, we were told tae help ye fetch yer things from yer auntie’s house and get ye settled in here.” Chibs speaks up as he lowers the sunglasses that previously covered his eyes.

That sounds like a decision a Teller would make for you.

“Did Gemma tell you that? Because i’m not moving in, sleeping over was just a spur of the moment thing.” You sternly state, knowing that Gemma had a bad habit of taking matters into her own hands.

“It was actually uh- Jackie boy.” Chibs averts his gaze for a slight second when he says Jax’s name.

Now you were just dumbfounded at that. You were convinced Jax was still somewhat pissed at you and here he is, giving orders to move you into his mother’s house? The more concerning part was why? You didn’t even explain the reason behind your panic attack last night so how could Jax possibly know what happened. Unless someone told him… Gemma.

Oh Gemma Teller Morrow, how could one ever form an opinion on you?

You take a deep breath while crossing your arms, “I’m not moving. Like i said, spur of the moment thing.”

The two men exchanged knowing looks, you always were really stubborn. Even in your self-loathing of leaving Jax all those years ago, you were dead-set on the idea that he forgot or despised you. Refusing to believe he wouldn’t be anything other than heartless towards you.

“Sorry you wasted your time.” you begin to slowly shut the front door. Tig’s hand catches it before it can click shut. “Okay.” he says softly. “You don’t wanna move. I get it.”

He rocks back on his heels for a moment before looking at you. “How about lunch?” he says. “Let’s just hang out… like old times.” You hesitate for a moment, eyes flicking between the two as they wait patiently for your answer. After a few seconds, you let out a sigh and give a small shrug, which indicates agreement to their plans.

A cheeky smile immediately spreads across both of their faces. You grab your purse before stepping outside, locking the front door with the spare key Gemma always kept tucked beneath the little plastic garden gnome on her front porch. Slipping the key back into its hiding place, you make your way toward your car.

“Ah, ah” Tig teasingly calls out, amusement evident in his voice. “And just where do you think you’re going?” You stop mid-step and glance back at him, your face molding in confusion.

“Uh… to my car?” you answer slowly. “Y’know… to drive?” The two men break into laughter. “I said old times, sugar.” Tig says with a grin. “That means bikes.”

You let out an exaggerated huff, already knowing there was no point arguing. As much as you hated to admit it, a small part of you had missed this. All the teasing and the way they always managed to drag you into their antics reminded you of the past.

Rolling your eyes with a reluctant smile tugging at your lips, you abandon your car and walk over to Tig’s motorcycle. You swing a leg over the back, settling into the passenger seat before wrapping your hands around the metal bar behind you.

He glances back over his shoulder, an amused smile lingering on his face. “You really gonna hold onto the bike instead of me?”, you shoot him a flat look.

“Don’t push your luck.” How ironic coming from you.

A chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head and starts the engine. Moments later, the rumble of motorcycles fills the air and the three of you pull away from the house together, the sound carrying you toward the past you thought you’d never revisit.

After spending practically the entire day with Tig and Chibs, catching up on everything you’d missed over the years and laughing until your stomach hurt, they somehow managed to convince you to swing by the clubhouse for a couple of beers.

Well, “convinced” was a generous way of putting it.

Truthfully speaking, Tig had spent the last hour insisting he could kick your ass at pool and there was absolutely no way you were going to let that go unchallenged. By the time the three of you pulled into the lot, the town of Charming had long since settled into the night. Crickets chirped from the grass surrounding the building, their sounds filling the cool evening air.

You stepped off Tig’s bike, smoothing down your shirt as you followed the two men toward the clubhouse doors. Oddly enough, you weren’t nervous anymore. Maybe it was because you’d spent the day surrounded by people who still carried the version of you that existed before everything changed. The one who laughed loudly, argued over the dumbest things and never backed down from a challenge.

Or it might have been because they’d talked you into taking a couple shots an hour earlier, leaving a strange confidence buzzing through your chest.

It was probably a combination of both.

The old clubhouse door swung open and the recognizable scent of beer, sight of leather kuttes and cigarette smoke greeted you almost instantly. Music hummed softly from an old jukebox in the corner while conversations bounced between the walls.

For a second, the room went quiet. A handful of heads turned your way, burning holes with their eyes into your figure.

“Hey!” Juice called out as he made his way towards you. “It’s Mercury Comet Girl!”

The nickname caught you completely off guard. A laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it. “Haven’t heard that one before.” you said with a grin whilst shaking your head. “Forgot my name already?”

The man leaned back, wearing an exaggerated look of offense. “Forget your name?” he scoffed. “No way, ‘Mercury Comet Girl’ just suits ya better”. You rolled your eyes, though the smile lingering on your face betrayed you. “Sure it does.”

Conversation continued to ripple through the room as some of the older members recognized you, offering friendly hugs or nods of acknowledgment. The atmosphere wasn’t nearly as tense as you’d felt it would be. You were stepping into a place you’d left years ago rather than somewhere entirely new. The only thing that felt completely different was Jax.

A tall figure began making his way towards you, he gently pushed through the crowd of club members and crow-eaters before landing beside you. “Glad you could make it.” Opie stated, bumping your shoulder lightly with his elbow. Looking over at him, your smile softened.

“Yeah.” you admitted, glancing around the room one more time before meeting his eyes again. “Me too.”

Behind you, Tig clapped his hands together loudly. “Alright, enough of the reunion.” he announced, pointing toward the pool table in the back with his thumb. “Let’s settle this. You been runnin your mouth all day.”

You smirked, already walking toward the table. “You scared, Trager?” A chorus of teasing laughs and playful groans followed as several people abandoned their spots to gather around you and Tig.

“You fuckin wish, Sugar.” Tig tosses you a pool cue that you catch with ease and keeps one to himself. “Let’s say… Twenty bucks?”

“Only twenty?” you banter, resting the bottom of the cue on the floor. “Don’t have much faith in yourself, do you?”

He scoffs dramatically, “Sugar, I’m trying to be nice. didn’t wanna take all your money in one night.”

“Oh please.” You roll your eyes, a grin remains at your lips. “Make it forty.”

He shakes his head before fishing two crumpled twenties from his pocket. He waves it between two fingers. “You’re on”. You pull out your own pair of twenties and hold it out for him to see. Chibs steps in and snatches both bills from your hands. “Right then, I’ll hold onto the cash before one of ye starts callin’ foul.”

“You hear that?” your opponent says, pointing his cue at you. “Even he knows you’re gonna accuse me of hustlin”. You raise an eyebrow at his ridiculous claim. “I’d only accuse you if you actually knew how to play.” He chuckles, shaking his head once again at your insult.

“Ladies first.”

You nod once before placing the cue ball behind the line. The cheers in the room increase as you lean over the table, take one steady breath, and—

CRACK!

The balls scatter across the felt in every direction until a red and yellow solid drop into individual corner pockets. “Well damn.” Juice whistles as you stand up with a satisfied smile.“Looks like I’m solids.”

The game continues with a mixture of tension and harmless fun in the air, members and crow-eaters around you invested in it as-well. After 20 minutes of going back and forth, it comes down to your turn again. One solid sits awkwardly against the rail.

“Yer not making that.” Tig confidently baits you to which you don’t answer. Instead, you lower yourself over the table, line up the angle and gently strike the cue ball.

The last green ball kisses the side rail and then the opposite rail, everyone’s eyes distinctly following it. The ball you hit glides perfectly into a corner pocket causing the room to erupt once again in cheers.

He blinks at the table, “Alright, she’s either a fuckin witch or the tables lopsided.” His silly words cause a giggle to bubble out of your chest. “Stop pouting, Trager”. Tig rolls his eyes at your words, he then leans over the table with focus, attempting to make his shot count. Tig takes the shot and misses horribly, making the crowd groan in response. “Oh, that’s rough.” Happy speaks out before taking a sip of his beer.

“Yer buying the first round if ye lose Tiggy.” Chibs’ unmistakable voice calls out. “With what money?” you tease sweetly. The room bursts into laughter and he raises his middle finger at you, “You’re enjoyin’ this way too much.”

Soon, only the eight ball remains on the felt table. He studies the table from every angle imaginable. A few people laugh into their drinks at his antics. Finally, Tig takes the shot of the eight ball and he completely misses once again.

He throws his head back as he groans. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You bite your lip to hide your smile. He sighs dramatically and gestures toward the table for you to take your turn.

The eight ball sits quietly against the side rail, lined up precisely for what should be an easy shot. The crowd that had gathered around the table falls silent, all eyes turn toward you.

You lean over the felt, carefully lining up your cue, the edge of your shirt riding up slightly as you focus on the shot. With a steady hand, you strike. The sharp crack of the cue ball echoes through the room as the black eight ball glides smoothly across the table, rolling straight into the pocket.

A beat of silence follows before the room erupts with cheers and you can’t help but let a satisfied smile tug at your lips. Tig drops his cue onto the table with a groan.

You laugh at his loss, the grin on your face remaining wide and bright. The sight of your happiness was something no-one had seen in a long time. It was like the old you had come back to life and was present in that room. Chibs mockingly slaps the side of Tig’s pitiful face and lightly smacks the pair of forties into your hand.

As the group disperses amongst themselves, he shakes his head before making his way towards you.

“Easiest forty I’ve ever made.”

“Oh, don’t get cocky sweetheart”. Tig slugs an arm around your shoulders and slowly walks with you towards the drinks. You tuck the bills into your back pocket with a grin, “Little late for that, ‘sweetheart’.”You tease back making him laugh.

For one night, you allowed yourself to live. The weight that was heavy on your shoulders lifted just enough for you to breathe freely again. You laughed until your sides hurt and smiled without that horrible feeling that something was going to go wrong.

It was as if you’d slipped back into the shoes of your former self, a version of you that was untouched by the horrors that had come over the years. The nostalgia wrapped around your heart like a warm blanket, comforting and bittersweet.

As you leaned against the bar, absentmindedly chatting with Tig and Juice, a half-empty beer resting in your hand, your gaze wandered across the clubhouse. It wasn’t until a sight caught your eye that your stomach twisted painfully.

It was Jax.

Jax strolled through the door with an easy stride, a blonde woman clinging to his arm as though she’d earned the right. Her hair was curled and pinned up, makeup resting heavily on her face and the minimal amount of clothes she had on hugged her form a little too tightly. You didn’t have to ask who she was. From everything Chibs and Tig caught you up on earlier in the day, you could only assume it was Ima, the crow-eater who’d been chasing after him.

A bitter knot twisted in your chest before you could stop it. The look of jealousy felt hot and ugly in your eyes but more than anything, it was an unfamiliar and unsettling feeling.

Because what right did you have to feel it?

He wasn’t yours anymore and he hadn’t been for years. You were the one who’d walked away. You’d surrendered any claim to him a long time ago, no matter how much your heart desired to forget that fact.

As if sensing your stare, Jax’s eyes lifted and found yours almost instantly. As your eyes met across the crowded room. There was something unreadable in his expression but you didn’t give yourself the chance to figure out what it was.

You broke the eye contact first, tilting your head back, you finished the last bitter mouthful of your drink in one long swallow before setting the empty bottle on the bar.

“Gonna get some air.” you muttered, barely waiting for a response from either Tig or Juice as you slipped away from the conversation, pushing open the building doors.

The chatter from inside grew quieter with every step you took out, the breeze of the night air hitting you in the face like a splash of cold water. You’d hoped to clear your head out here but it was hard. All you could picture was that blonde wrapped around his arm, smiling at him the way you used to.

You sigh as you press the back of your head against the wall, the cool surface grounding you as you close your eyes. You allow yourself to just stand there, letting the noise from inside the clubhouse finally fade away. The night air is colder than you remember, softly brushing against your skin. You continue to focus on the feeling of the wall against your back to keep yourself from getting lost in your own thoughts.

The faint smell of smoke catches your attention causing your expression to sour slightly. The scent is intimate in a way, lingering in the air before you even see where it’s coming from. Just before you can open your eyes to identify the source, a voice cuts through the silence.

“Thought I’d find you out here.”

AN: omfg i was supposed to release this last night but I accidentally DELETED like half of it and i got so pissed, i just took my ass to bed😭😭

also I haven’t played pool in months so if this is inaccurate, forgive me…

reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated, lmk if you wanna be tagged in this series!!

Jax Teller x fem!reader

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

Jax Teller who can’t pry his eyes away from you when he first spots you at the garage for an oil change. With your expensive prada heels clacking against the pavement and long doll lashes curled to the max.

Jax Teller who can’t control his scowl when anyone, including the other bikers, stare at you. Don’t they know you’re his?

Jax Teller who sees your home as a safe haven, a getaway from all the bullshit he deals with in his life. The warm lit lamps that illuminate your space and the smell of vanilla candles are sometimes the only thing that gets him through the day.

Jax Teller who’s bribed your equally diva and independent girl cat with so many treats that she has no choice but to love him. “see baby we’re meant to be.” is what he says when she purrs in his arms.

Jax Teller who acts like it doesn’t bother him when rich pricks who can offer you so much more hit on you. When in reality, it terrifies him that you’re gonna realize there’s better options.

Jax Teller who loves how unapologetically “you” you are, with your designer dresses and done up hair. He doesn’t even have to brag about you to the others, seeing you does all the talking itself.

Jax Teller who hasn’t so much as glanced at a croweater since the day you walked into his life, what does he need to look at other girls for when he’s got the high maintenance, love of his life right here?

Jax Teller who treats you like the centre of his universe. He lets the club think they’re the priority when deep down, he and everyone else knows it’s you.

Jax Teller who gets overwhelmed when sorting through your walk-in closet with you. He sticks to those white nikes and you have a whole wall for designer heels.

Jax Teller who doesn’t let a day go by where he doesn’t please you and fulfill your every desire.

Jax Teller who likes to wind down on your throw pillow clad couch with a drink in his hand, cig in his mouth and your manicured feet laying in his lap as he caresses them, while you both watch whatever dramatic reality tv you’ve got on. (He loves jersey shore but won’t admit it.)

Jax Teller who gets pressured by Gemma to keep you in his life forever. Not that he’s against it, but proposing in the first week seems like an extreme idea even for his mother. He knows how independent you are and doesn’t wanna scare you off.

Jax Teller who isn’t afraid about going to prison because of the dangers or lack of freedom, he’s worried that there’s now a physical barrier between you two.

Jax Teller who has your name tattooed in cursive on his ring finger.

Jax Teller who adores you with every ounce of his being, he would bind your souls for eternity if he could because there truly is no-one else he loves so much.

AN: can u tell im hyper-fixating on him.

Jax Teller x Finalgirl!Reader

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 is right on the link :)

Scream inspired; Warnings: mentions of swearing, stalking (not from Jax), paranoia, blood, nightmares, gruesome murder, real angsty, weapons.

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN, THAT ONLY FOOLS FORGET THEY ARE UNLUCKY.

It had been exactly one week since the argument between you and Jax.

Seven days. Seven painfully long days that felt like an eternity.

Not a single moment has passed without your mind wandering back to that night. Every conversation, every silent moment, every attempt to distract yourself somehow circled back to Jax. Sleep was no escape either, the memory followed you into your dreams, only to greet you again the moment you woke up.

His pained voice refused to leave your head.

“Did you even fuckin love me?”

Those words echoed constantly, growing louder the more you tried to silence them. Every emotion conveyed in his words lived rent-free in your head.

You couldn’t stop asking yourself the same question over and over again. How badly did you hurt Jax Teller that he questioned the love you had for him?

The thought made your chest ache.

Guilt had rooted itself so deeply inside you that it bled into every aspect of your life. You walked through each day as if your body was present but your mind remained trapped in the past.

Lost in the endless world of your thoughts, you stepped off the curb without so much as looking up. The blasting horn of a car barely registered in your head before a pair of hands grabbed your arm with a strong force, yanking you back just as the vehicle sped past, missing you by sheer centimetres.

Your heart plunged into your throat.

You stumbled back onto the sidewalk, breathing hard as adrenaline flooded your veins. It took a few seconds before you fully processed what had just happened.

“I- thank you.” you breathed, still shaken. “Seriously…thank you so much.”

The stranger offered you a reassuring smile, brushing the incident off as if he didn’t just save your life.

The dark-haired man introduced himself as Sam.

After that almost-incident, he began to walk alongside you for a while, making casual conversation that gradually pulled your thoughts away from the cycle of guilt and regret. Despite how rattled you were, the conversation came surprisingly easily. Maybe it was because you were already so vulnerable that you would accept any offering of friendship or maybe it was that Sam had one of those personalities that made talking feel easy.

When he suggested grabbing a coffee at a nearby café, you agreed without thinking.

And, that’s how you ended up here.

Sitting across from a complete stranger with a hot cup of coffee cradled between your hands, trying to focus on getting to know your new friend. However, somewhere in the back of your mind, those piercing blue eyes refused to let you go.

“ya seem distracted, whats goin on?” His question hindered your thoughts.

You gave him a simple smile, taking a sip of your latte before answering. “Too much for me to bear onto a stranger. Believe me, I’m doing you a favour.”

It was Sam’s turn to laugh, “isn’t that better though? Better to unload your secrets to an unknown than someone who knows you.”

You thought about his words for a moment, it wouldn’t hurt to tell a complete stranger your whole situation with Jax. You figured you could use a second opinion.

You take a deep, almost dramatic sigh before answering. “There’s this guy…”

Sam teases you with the childish words of “oooh” causing you to throw a scrunched up napkin at him. “We just… have a long history… and the other night we got into an argument so now I don’t know where we stand.”

“Ex-Boyfriend? Friends with Benefits? Star-crossed lovers?” You roll your eyes at every possibility he mentioned.

“More like best friends who suck at communicating.” Sam winces and takes a sharp intake of breath. “The final boss of situationships.” That comment earns another laugh from you.

“Listen, if this guy really does mean a lot to you… then I say don’t give up on him.” Your eyes meets his bright ones, they look so deeply into yours that it feels as though he’s trying to memorize you.

“and i’m sure if you mean just as much to him, then he’ll come around.”

You give him a pathetic half smile to which he returns a full one, “Thanks Sam.”

Your new friend glances up at the clock hanging on the cafe wall before reverting his gaze back at you.

“Ah damn, I’ve gotta get to work. It was nice meetin’ ya.”

He rises from his seat with his coffee in hand, offering you one last nod before disappearing out the cafe doors. You watch him leave through the front window, a small smile tugging at your lips.

It felt nice to make a new friend.

After everything that had happened, after all the fear and heartbreak that seemed to follow you wherever you went, meeting someone new was refreshing. Normal, even. Maybe you’ll run into him again and that normal feeling would return.

Finishing the last sip of your drink, you stand and make your way out of the coffee shop. The afternoon air greets you as you step onto the sidewalk, your footsteps carrying you around the corner.

It doesn’t take long before your thoughts drift somewhere they always seemed to end up lately.

Jax.

No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, your mind always found its way back to him. You wondered where he was. If he was still angry, if he ever thought about reaching out the way you constantly imagined doing. More than anything, you just wanted the chance to speak to him again, to apologize without the shouting and the tears, without either of you walking away. You wanted to repair whatever remained of the bond you’d spent years building together before it shattered between your hands.

Your phone suddenly buzzes inside your pocket, the familiar ringtone cuts through your thoughts. You pull it out, already seeing the words “No Caller ID”glowing across the screen.

A week ago, your blood would’ve run cold. Now? You let out an amused scoff while declining the call.

Since that night, you’d already gotten two more prank calls from someone pretending to be Ghostface. At this point, it was pissing you off more than anything.

Without a second thought, you silence the call and slip your phone back into your pocket. You feel content at your action of ignoring it. For the first time in what felt like forever, your heart didn’t leap into your throat at the sight of an unknown number.

Maybe whoever had been tormenting you had finally grown bored. Maybe the killer had truly left you alone.

That’s what you wanted to believe.

You spent the entire day out of the house, the first real day you’ve taken to explore Charming since coming back. Life felt almost stable and you were starting to get used to it.

You wandered through the little boutiques lining the downtown street, buying a few new clothes and bits of decor to make your old room feel a little more like your own again. You even stopped by a small local restaurant where the owner seemed interested in hiring you as a hostess.

Things were finally starting to look up.

As the night settled over Charming, you decided to walk home instead of driving, since you hadn’t taken your car in the first place. The streets had hushed, lit in the warm glow of streetlights as traces of daylight disappeared. A cool breeze drifted through the trees, brushing against your skin in a way that was comforting after the warmth of the afternoon.

You turned the final corner toward your aunt’s quaint little home, already thinking about changing into something comfortable and telling her about your day.

Then you stopped, the feeling that something was wrong wouldn’t go away. Something white plastered against the fence surrounding the property.

At first, you thought it was just regular flyers but your blood ran cold as the images got clearer.

Your photograph.

It was a poster with your face.

Your eyes had been viciously scratched out, leaving deep gouges through the image. Across the top, written in thick red marker was…

HAVE YOU SEEN ME?

You felt like throwing up.

“the fuck…?” Your voice barely escaped in a whisper.

You tore your gaze away, only to realize there was another one.

And another.

And another.

Every few feet, another poster had been taped to the fence, each identical to the last. Your own face stared back at you over and over again, every pair of eyes clawed away until nothing remained but shredded paper.

Your breathing became shallow.

He was back.

“No… no…”

As you increased your pace, the posters didn’t stop.

They lined the entire property of your aunt’s home, stretching farther and farther until they led directly to the front porch.

When your eyes landed on the front door, you froze. It was completely covered.

Dozens of posters had been plastered over every inch of it, overlapping one another until the wood beneath was no longer visible. Your smiling face stared back at you from every direction, every set of eyes brutally scratched out.

HAVE YOU SEEN ME?

HAVE YOU SEEN ME?

HAVE YOU SEEN ME?

The words seemed to blur together as panic seized your body. Your pulse thundered in your ears and your lungs refused to fill with air.

Hands shaking uncontrollably, you fumbled your keys from your pocket and attempted to click open your Mercury Comet that rested in the driveway.

Melanie wasn’t home, so you couldn’t go inside. You couldn’t even bring yourself to walk any closer.

Instead, you sprinted to your car and locked yourself in. Your chest heaved with despair, there is no way he’s here.

You pressed the numbers in your phone shakily and waited for the dispatcher to answer.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

You looked back toward Melanie’s house, the posters of yourself staring back at you.

“I think there’s someone in my house” you whispered, terrified to even look outside of your cars window again. “Please… please just send someone.”

You had no idea what else to say, how do you summarize a whole stalker and killer story to a dispatcher in the brief second you need help?

After a pause, the dispatcher spoke again.

“Stay inside your vehicle with the doors locked. An officer will meet you at the station nearby. Do not approach the house if you think someone may still be on the property.”

You agreed immediately and started your car after the dispatcher hung up. The drive to the station felt endless.

Every pair of headlights behind you made your stomach twist. Every stoplight felt too long.

By the time you arrived, Melanie had been contacted and met you there, worry written all over her face. Wherever she was, Gemma must have also been with her because she was at the station as-well.

“What happened?” she asked, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“They’re all over your house.” You keep your voice above a whisper. “You have to believe me.”

An officer accompanied the three of you back to the property. Your heart pounded as you all pulled back into the driveway.

There was no fucking way.

The fence was bare and the front porch was untouched. The front door was perfectly clean.

Not a single poster remained. You stared in disbelief before stumbling out of your car.

“No…” you breathed. “They were here!”

You walked toward the fence, searching frantically for anything. Whether that be a torn corner or tape or absolutely anything to prove what happened.

But there was nothing.

“They were everywhere!” you cried, looking between Melanie, Gemma and the officers. “I swear to you! they were all over the fence, the door, everything!”

One of the officers exchanged a brief glance with his partner before turning back to you.

“Ma’am.” he said carefully, “are you sure this wasn’t some kind of prank?”

“It wasn’t a prank!” you snapped. “I saw them!”

“Did you happen to take any photographs?”

Your stomach dropped. In your panic, you had completely forgotten to take pictures of it. To be fair, who knew the perpetrator would take them down in a matter of minutes?

You ran your hands in your hair in an attempt to calm yourself but it didn’t work.

The silence that followed felt suffocating. Everyone who surrounded you had pity plastered all over their faces. Pity for the poor girl who’s absolutely losing it.

“It wouldn’t be the first time kids around here pulled a cruel joke.” one of them said as they began walking away. “If anything turns up, give us a call.”

Melanie stood beside you, concern etched across her face, rubbing your shoulder gently while Gemma kept her hand firm on your other shoulder.

You knew they wanted to validate your concerns more than anything but there was no evidence whatsoever. You couldn’t blame them either, you’ve been paranoid over the smallest things.

But without a single trace left behind, not even the police could tell whether someone had terrorized you or if the fear from the past week had finally begun to catch up with you.

You had no idea what to do anymore.

Just when you’d finally managed to find the smallest shred of peace, this happens.

Your entire body still trembled as you stood in Melanie’s driveway, unable to tear your eyes away from the now-empty fence.

“You should stay at my place tonight.” Gemma said firmly, keeping one arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. “Both of you”

Melanie looked back toward the house before letting out a defeated sigh.

“Yeah.” She agreed quietly. “I think that’s a good idea.”

The thought of stepping inside the house tonight, even for a minute, made your stomach churn. So obviously, you agreed.

The three of you climbed into Gemma’s car and drove across Charming in near silence. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle as you tried to steady your breathing.

By the time you reached Gemma’s home, the sky had turned completely dark.

“Clay’s at the clubhouse.” Gemma explained as she unlocked the front door. “Club business. Just us tonight.”

She ushered you both inside before locking the door behind her.

Only then did your shoulders loosen by a little. In the rush to leave, you brought absolutely nothing with you.

Gemma disappeared upstairs for a few moments before returning with a neatly folded bundle of clothes.

“I think these should still fit.” She says with a small hint of a smile.

You looked down. A faded grey “Black Sabbath” concert shirt and an oversized pair of red and black plaid pyjamas pants.

Your heart sank at the sight of the familiar pyjamas. Gemma spoke softly as she handed them to you, “used to steal them every time you slept over.”

A bittersweet smile grew on your lips.

“…Yeah.” You remembered stealing his oversized shirts because they were comfortable. You remembered him rolling his eyes every single time before telling you to “just keep em.”

You remembered spending entire weekends in that house, the two of you sprawled across the couch watching terrible horror movies until late in the morning. You’d laughed at every cliché, every terrible decision the characters made.

The idea of living through something like that had seemed impossible at the time.

Funny how life had a cruel sense of humor.

After changing, Gemma led you to Jax’s old bedroom. It looked somewhat different, less lived-in.

The shelves weren’t cluttered anymore. The posters that had once covered the walls were gone, replaced by plain paint. Most of his belongings had been long gone after moving out.

Despite all the changes, the room still felt unmistakably his. Like his presence lingered in every corner.

You climbed beneath the blankets you’d slept under countless times growing up, pulling them tightly around yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Without a doubt, sleep refused to arrive because every creak of the house made your pulse quicken. and each gust of wind outside sounded like footsteps.

You rolled over back and forth on the sleek-sheet covered mattress but nothing seemed to work. Hours seemed to pass before a somewhat loud thunk could be heard from a distance.

Your eyes snapped open from your false slumber. The unmistakable sound of the back door handle moving caused your heart to slam against your ribs.

Gemma had locked every door and her husband wasn’t supposed to be home tonight.

You slowly slipped out of bed, careful not to make the floorboards creak beneath your feet. Barefoot, you eased open the bedroom door and crept into the dark hallway where yet another noise could be heard, it was the back door again.

Someone was trying to get in.

Your breathing became shallow as you hurried into the kitchen, frantically searching drawers as quietly as you could. Your fingers wrapped around the handle of the largest kitchen knife you could find.

You swallowed hard and stepped back toward the doorway, gripping the blade so tightly that your knuckles turned white at the action.

The handle turned and the lock clicked to which the back door slowly swung inward and a tall figure stepped inside.

You didn’t think for a second and you lunged.

A strong hand shot out, catching your wrist inches before the blade could strike.

“What the—”

The familiar voice stopped you cold and your eyes bulged out of your skull.

Your breath hitched at the sight of the supposed intruder, but it wasn’t Ghostface nor was it a stranger.

It was Jax.

He stared at the knife in your shaking hand before looking back up at your terrified face, his expression filled with shock and confusion.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jax spoke, his voice laced with concern.

You immediately released the knife, the handle slipping from your trembling fingers before he quickly caught it. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs as the feeling crashed over you.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry-“ you stammered, your voice shaking. “I thought—I thou—”

The words caught in your throat. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t force them out. Your breathing became uneven, your chest tightening as panic took over once again.

He didn’t demand another explanation. The moment he saw the terror written across your face, every question died on his lips.

Instead, he carefully set the knife on the counter before stepping toward you. His arms slowly wrapped around your trembling frame, pulling you against his chest with a gentleness that nearly broke you.

“Hey…” he murmured softly. “It’s okay.”

You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat. Funny how often that happened when he was around.

Your hands instinctively clutched at the back of his shirt as your body shook against him, tears threatening to spill over. He simply held you tighter, one hand resting on the back of your head while the other rubbed reassuring circles along your back.

“Just breathe.” he whispered. “you’re okay darlin”

You focused on the steady rise and fall of his breathing, trying desperately to match it as the panic slowly loosened it’s grip on your soul.

In the morning, when Melanie and Gemma awoke for their routine of breakfast, they had grown concerned when they found Jax’s old bedroom empty.

Gemma checked the other spare rooms while Melanie searched the kitchen, both expecting to find you awake after another sleepless night.

Instead, they stopped in the doorway to the living room. The sight before them softened both of their hearts.

Curled up together on the couch, you and Jax were fast asleep. You’d sought comfort in each other’s presence, just like you both used to. Your head rested against his chest while his arms remained wrapped securely around you, he held you there until sleep had finally claimed you both. After everything the two of you had endured, it was the most peaceful either of you had looked in years.

Neither of them had the heart to wake you.

Exchanging a glance with one another, Gemma disappeared for a moment before returning with a thick blanket. She gently draped it over the two of you, careful not to disturb either of your sleep.

A small, knowing smile crossed her face before she motioned for Melanie toward the kitchen.

Without another word, they resumed their morning in hushed voices, allowing the rare moment of peace to linger for as long as it could.

AN: i was nice and gave a sweet little ending to this chapter, I expect grace 🙈 (it’s the only sweetness you’ll GET FROM THIS SERIES.)

ALSO DID ANYONE CATCH THE CRIMINAL MINDS REFERENCE OF THE POSTERS, THAT EPISODE WAS CREEPY AF AND I JUST HAD TO USE IT.

if you wanna be tagged, just lmk in the comments!! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated and motivation🫡🫡

Jax Teller x Finalgirl!Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 is right on the link :)

Scream inspired; Warnings: mentions of swearing, stalking (not from Jax), paranoia, blood, nightmares, gruesome murder, real angsty

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D SEE JAX TELLER AGAIN AND HERE YOU ARE, LOCKED IN HIS GAZE.

The two of you stand perfectly still, continuing to stare each other in the eyes. You don’t dare to make the first move. The years between you suddenly feel impossibly heavy, every unanswered question and every unspoken apology hanging in the air.

“Y/n…” Jax whispers, your name falling from his lips so gently it’s almost swallowed by the breeze.

Your heart plummets.

This is it.

The moment you’ve spent years dreading, the one you’ve replayed in your mind more times than you could count. Every possible outcome flashes before your eyes.

You expect the anger you’ve convinced yourself he has every right to feel. You expect him to demand an explanation, to ask why you never called, why you never came back, why you basically left him to pick up the pieces alone.

Maybe he’ll tell you that you broke his heart. Maybe he’ll look at you with the same tenderness you dream about, his love mixing with years of hurt until neither emotion can be separated from the other. Maybe he’ll pull you into his arms one last time before telling you it’s too late.

You brace yourself for the inevitable. Your shoulders stiffen, your palms grow hot with sweat, and your pulse pounds so loudly you’re certain he can hear it. You force yourself to accept whatever words are about to leave his lips. You almost welcome them. After all this time, you tell yourself you’ve earned every ounce of Jax’s resentment.

But the words never come.

Instead, his expression hardens into something unreadable. The warmth that briefly flickered in his eyes disappears. Without saying a single word, he steps around you, his shoulder brushing against yours just enough to set you back a step. Jax doesn’t stop and he doesn’t look back.

You now remain glued to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak, as you watch him make his way toward his bike.

For a moment, you almost call after him. His name rises into your throat, desperate to escape but your voice dies before it reaches your lips.

He swings a leg over his motorcycle with ease, starts the engine and the roar cuts through the suffocating silence that remains. The sound is loud, drowning out the apology you never had the courage to say.

Then, without so much as a glance over his shoulder, he rides away.

All you can do is watch as the distance between you grows with every passing second, until the sound of his bike fades into nothing and he’s gone once again.

Somehow, the silence hurts far more than any angry words ever could.

“I see you found my wallet.” Gemma appears in-front of you now where Jax once stood.

You hand her possession to her and refuse to make eye contact with anyone but her.

“he’ll come around honey, he’s just upset.” she says softly before she turns around and walks away.

You’re deeply grateful for the warmth she’s showing you because knowing Gemma, if this had been any other woman who shattered her son’s heart, they wouldn’t have made it very far. At the very least, they’d never be welcome in Charming again.

You can’t help but wonder why she’s being so kind to you. It almost feels undeserved, more like mercy than anything. After everything that’s happened, after all the years that have passed, you expected bitterness from her as-well, not compassion.

“Do you know?” you call after her retreating figure, your voice louder than you intended.

She pauses mid-step. Slowly, she turns back to face you.

For a moment, Gemma says nothing. Instead, she simply looks at you, really looks at you. Her eyes search yours with an unspoken understanding, as though she’s reading every ounce of hardship you’ve been carrying, every sleepless night, every breakdown you’ve never shown. There’s no judgment in her gaze, no satisfaction in seeing you suffer. Only a sadness, softened by the affection she never quite stopped feeling for you.

Gemma knows the horrors you’ve faced and Jax doesn’t.

As you watch her walk away once again, you begin to wonder, if Jax were to find out the real reason you’re back, would he forgive you or would he resent you even more?

“you’re gonna burn a hole into the wall if you keep starin at it.” Melanie’s voice comes through, breaking your train of thought.

You stay silent, now staring at her as she hands you a mug of freshly made herbal tea, a specialty of hers.

“is something wrong?” she questions with a more concerned tone in her voice.

“it’s nothin” your reply doesn’t have her convinced, the look on her face tells you that she won’t be giving this topic of conversation up anytime soon.

You take a deep breath before answering, “it’s just- did you tell Gemma? about what happened back home?”

Melanie hesitates before answering “yeah, I did.”

“but why? I came here just so I wouldn’t have people all in my face about that.”

“That’s the only reason you came back?” she retorts almost immediately. “There wasn’t anyone else? No other reason?”

You hesitate, the question catching you off guard.

“…That’s beside the point.” Your brows knit together as your previous thought crosses your mind again, “Why did you tell her?”

Melanie lets out a soft sigh, taking a seat in-front of you on your bed. The wind from the night sky gently blows through from the open window.

“She was worried, okay?”

You shoot her a skeptical look, your expression practically screaming the word, “seriously?”

“Honest to God. The second I found out, she knew something was wrong. She’s my best-friend, she can read me like an open book.” A faint, humorless laugh escapes her. “She kept asking what happened, and… I couldn’t keep it from her. I tried, but she just wasn’t letting it go.”

You could understand that, you and Jax used to be like that. The days where you would attempt to lie to him and he would immediately call bullshit, flash through your mind.

“Eventually, I just told her and she felt so bad for you hon.”

“and she never told Jax?” you question.

“That’s between the two of you.”

You go silent, pondering at the thought of telling Jax everything that happened. It’d be selfish, to tell him your traumatic experiences and expect a pity reconciliation out of it. Even if thats what you wanted to desperately to happen.

Melanie presses her lips together, stumped by your silence. She offers a gentle pat on your shoulder and stands up, as if she doesn’t know what else to say. She stands from her seat and makes her way out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You let out another long, exhausted sigh before throwing yourself backward onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. For a moment, you simply stared at the ceiling, forcing your thoughts to cease.

Your phone rang. No Caller ID.

The sight of those two words was enough to make your stomach twist just like this morning. Every worst-case scenario you’d spent months trying to bury came rushing back to the surface. Your pulse climbed before you could stop it.

You shot upright, snatching the phone from its position on your bed. It felt ridiculous, living on edge over every unknown number but after everything that had happened, who could blame you?

Taking a steadying moment , you answered

“…Hello?”

A distorted, almost comically deep voice crackled through the speaker.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

You closed your eyes, not out of fear but irritation.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a tired groan. “Seriously? how did you get my number, asshole?”

The voice continued, trying way too hard to sound threatening.

“If you show me your tits, i’ll let you live…”

“Oh, for the love of—” you cut them off, rolling your eyes and pressing the end button on your phone.

Great. On top of everything you’re dealing with, now you have to get another new number.

You throw the phone on your bed and bury your face in your hands, attempting to find some semblance of relaxation.

“Who was that?” The unexpected voice from your window sent you jolting upright, your heart leaping into your throat.

He pushed himself effortlessly through the open window as though he’d done it a hundred times before, which he had.

Moonlight glowed across his features, revealing golden-blond hair that had been carefully slicked back from his face, a few loose strands attempting to fall forward again. A neat beard framed his strong jaw, adding to his rugged appearance.

It was Jax.

Just like many times before, he snuck through your window in the night to meet with you. Only this time, you had no idea why.

“no one. Just some kids prank calling.” you carefully answer him, still taking in the fact that he’s really here, in your room.

Jax raises an eyebrow, staring at you like he doesn’t believe you but won’t push the matter any longer.

You genuinely believe you’ll have a heart attack at the rate it’s beating.

“Gemma told me, to talk to you.” Of course she did, as much as you loved the woman, she sure as hell was conniving.

The silence is deafening, the only sound heard is your heartbeat rapidly rising, you can’t believe he’s here right now.

Might as well push the luck you don’t have.

“Jax-“ “I waited.” he cuts you off with an angry tone.

You didn’t dare to say another word until he finished. It’s the least you could do.

“I waited for years, and not one call or text or even a goddamn letter.”

You continued to stare at him. “You completely disappeared, as if I meant nothing to you.”

You meant everything to me… you still do.” You urged him as you stood up from your bed, now standing before him.

“I don’t believe that.” He scoffs in false laughter.

“It’s the truth!”

“Then why was it so fuckin easy for you to push me out of your life?!” Jax’s voice cracks despite his best efforts to keep it steady.

“If I really meant everything to you, you wouldn’t have fuckin disappeared like that. You wouldn’t have walked away and forgotten me like I didn’t mean shit to you. You wouldn’t have left me wondering what I did wrong every single day.”

He turns away, dragging a frustrated hand down his face as he tries to rein in his emotions. His shoulders rise and fall with a shaky breath before he finally speaks.

“Did you even fuckin love me?”

The question hits you like a punch to the chest. Your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat.

“What?” you whisper, stunned at his accusation. “Of course I did—do. I do love you.”

“Then why?” he snaps, spinning back around to face you. His blue eyes burn with years of hurt. “Answer me!”

“Because it was easier!” The words rip from your chest before you can stop them.

Silence.

Now it’s your turn to demonstrate those enraged feelings while he stands frozen, every ounce of anger replaced by confusion.

“It was easier.” you repeat, your voice trembling. “To let you go than spend every single day wondering if you were alive.” Your eyes begin to sting with tears.

“It was easier than lying awake every night wondering if you were fuckin some other girl… or if you’d been shot because of club shit.” Your voice cracks. “It was easier to pretend I didn’t love you than to live with that fear every single day.”

You wipe angrily at the tears escaping your eyes. “So yeah” you choke out. “I was selfish. I convinced myself that forgetting you would hurt less than anything else.”

You meet his gaze, your expression crumbling. “But I never forgot you.” A shaky sigh escapes you, your heart aches with pain.

“I tried. God, I tried so hard. I buried every memory of you I had left. I told myself I hated you because it was easier than admitting I still loved you.”

The room falls silent again, the weight of your confession hanging between you, neither of you able to find the words to fill the space.

You can’t help but get déjà vu from earlier this morning, when this exact unbearable yet devastating tempting eye contact occurred.

And in the worst moment possible, Jax’s phone rings.

You let out a slow, frustrated breath but still relieved that, for once, the ringing wasn’t coming from your phone.

He never takes his eyes off you as he reaches into his pocket and answers his. His replies are short and clipped. You can’t make out much of the conversation, but judging by the apparent scottish accent in the caller’s voice, you assume it’s Chibs.

“Yeah… I’m on my way.”

He ends the call and lowers the phone, his gaze drifting toward the open window. His lips part as if he’s about to say something, anything, to salvage what had been said between you tonight. But the words never come.

You feel another wave of frustration crash over you. With a sharp sigh, you turn your back to him, unable to bear the look on his face any longer.

His sigh is loud, the aggravation clear in his tone.

A heartbeat later, you hear the familiar creak of the window frame followed by the thud of boots disappearing into the night. You wait until you can no longer hear him before forcing yourself to look.

Jax is gone.

You shakily cross the room and slide the window shut, the soft click of the latch echoing through the now quiet bedroom.

Your knees buckle, and you sink to the floor beside the window, your back pressed against the wall as every ounce of strength leaves your body. A sob rips from your chest before you can stop it. Tears spill uncontrollably down your cheeks.

You bury your face in your hands once again, your shoulders trembling.

After all these years… after coming to terms you’d never see him again, he’d been standing only a few feet away.

And somehow, despite everything that had been said, it still wasn’t enough.

For a brief moment, Jax was within reach again and just like before, you still managed to lose him.

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Jax Teller x Finalgirl!Reader

Scream Inspired (ur basically sidney lmao); this is gonna be a few part series :)

Chapter 2 to Unlucky is right on the link!

Warnings: mentions of swearing, stalking (not from Jax), paranoia, blood, nightmares, gruesome murder.

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

YOU’VE NEVER BELIEVED IN LUCK, MAYBE THAT’S WHY YOU NEVER HAVE ANY.

As you roll the windows of your car down, the cool, crisp morning breeze rushes in, washing away the lingering heat that had left beads of sweat clinging to your skin. It feels almost like a refreshing slap across your face, a welcome relief from the simmering summer air.

Your black 1963 mercury comet convertible , with its rich red interior, glides along the quiet and empty roads of California, the gentle hum of the engine is the only apparent sound accompanying the early morning drive.

You continue down the winding roads with a quiet sense of unease settling in your chest. Truth be told, you’ve never been one to wake this early unless there was a reason, and today, there is.

Every stretch of empty highway and every unfamiliar sight of land leaves you with the strange feeling that unseen eyes are following your every move, watching from somewhere beyond the vast terrain surrounding you.

It’s an unsettling thought and yet, you don’t turn back. After all, that’s exactly why you came here.

To leave behind everything familiar and disappear into the unknown, where not everyone knows your name and surely enough, the road ahead holds nothing but uncertainty.

Before you even realize it, the long drive comes to an end as you pull into your destination, your aunt’s home in the little town of Charming.

The familiar house sits peacefully at the end of the street, a welcome contrast to everything you’ve left behind. Your parents have always trusted your aunt, Melanie, more than anyone else knowing she’d never hesitate to care for you. So when you needed to disappear, to put as much distance as possible between yourself and him, she didn’t ask questions.

She simply opened her door, offering her home as a place where you could finally catch your breath.

“Hi sweet girl, how’s my favourite niece doing?” her soft voice is heard as she walks down the steps of her quaint little home.

You take in the sight of her home as you exit your car and make your way to reciprocate her open arms.

Her home isn’t the extravagant, instead, its beauty lies in the care poured into every little detail, making it feel unforgettable from the moment you lay eyes on it.

Bright wisteria drapes gracefully across the porch and around the walls, their lavender blossoms swaying gently in the breeze. Flower beds of every color bloom beneath the windows, while neatly trimmed bushes and purposefully placed trees frame the property. Small lanterns line the stone pathway leading to the front door, casting a warm, welcoming glow that makes the entire place feel almost enchanted.

Standing there, you can’t help but think it looks less like an ordinary house and more like a cottage someone would vacation in, hidden from the rest of the world.

Which is exactly what you wanted to be, hidden away.

“Mel, i’m your only niece.” you respond to her earlier words with a slight smile.

“doesn’t matter, still my favourite.”

You two embrace one another’s hold in a loving fashion. You always felt safe in her arms, being here with her was the right choice, the safe choice.

She pulls away just enough to take a proper look at you, her hands never leaving your shoulders. Her eyes carefully trace every feature of your face, taking in how much you’ve changed since the last time you stayed in Charming.

You’ve grown older, your once youthful features now more mature, but it’s the exhaustion lingering behind your eyes that catches her attention most.

The faint smile on her lips falters, replaced by a look of heartbreak. Your parents had told her the reason of your trip here, but seeing it for herself so clearly leaves an ache in her chest.

Before you have the chance to say a word, she pulls you into another tight embrace, holding you just a little longer than before. She buries her face against your shoulder, hoping you’ll mistake the slight tremble in her breath for nothing more than happiness.

“Come on now, someone has been waiting to meet you and she’s very excited!”

Melanie guides you into her home, her hand residing on your back. You step inside the familiar home and the sight that meets you has you lost for words.

Your aunt’s long time friend, Gemma, stands before you. With her chunky blonde highlights and leather clad outfit, you quickly saw how she surprisingly hadn’t changed much from the last time you saw her, just a bit more fatigue apparent on her face.

Gemma’s smile grows wide and she takes a step forward to you, giving you a big hug just like Melanie.

“look at you! Grew up all gorgeous.” Gemma teases as she pats your back whilst stilling hugging you.

“Oh Jax’s gonna be so happy to see ya.”

Jax Teller.

At first, Jax was the little scrawny blonde haired kid you’d have to hang out with when Melanie and Gemma went out on their girls nights.

But after a while, your friendship blossomed like never before.

Gemma and Mel used to tease you two all the time because of how close you were. You remember taking his dad’s bike for joy rides, him sneaking late night through your window to watch old movies, him being your first kiss.

However. all those memories were just that now, memories. You hadn’t seen or kept in contact with Jax since your 18th birthday, when you had to move farther north for your father’s job, in which you couldn’t see Melanie and Jax every summer like you used to.

“he’s here?” your voice sounds small, like you’re almost ashamed of him seeing you.

“oh not right now sweetheart, he’s at work but he was real surprised when I mentioned you were comin.”

You can’t help but feel slight relief settle in your body. As much as you missed Jax, you were truly embarrassed how you haven’t put any effort to keep in contact with him. With all that you went through in the past year, you weren’t about to go and dig yourself another drama hole.

After finishing off the generous dinner Mel and Gemma had prepared, you made your way back outside to retrieve the suitcases from the trunk of your car.

One by one, you carried them upstairs before finally stepping into your old bedroom. Time seemed to have stood still within those four walls. The neatly made bed was still dressed in the same dark purple sheets, the antique lamp your aunt had gifted you on your 13th birthday remained on the bedside table, and the large window, the very one Jax used to sneak through in the dead of night, was all exactly as you remembered it.

You pick up the frame that rested on your vintage vanity table, it was a picture that Mel took of you and Jax washing her car. The both of you soaked in water and soap, holding yellow sponges in one hand and Jax spraying you with the hose water in another.

God, you missed him. You thought of him everyday and wanted nothing more than to reach out to him. But after his father’s death, Mel kept you updated briefly about just how much things had really changed since you hadn’t visited.

You automatically assumed he was furious with you. For never calling, never checking in after the first year you left. For taking his heart all the way across the country.

These are the worried thoughts that filled your mind as you slept with discomfort on your first night in your past life.

After waking up the next morning and getting on with your new beginnings, it was when you were sat on the couch that you got a call from an unknown number.

Your hands began to shake the instant the phone lit up with the unknown caller Id, your pulse surging into a frantic rhythm as the relentless ringing seemed to grow louder in your ears with every passing second.

It echoed through the room, swallowing every other sound until it was all you could hear. A knot twisted painfully in your stomach as your eyes remained fixed on the screen, unable to bring yourself to answer, yet also unable to look away. It couldn’t be him. There was no possible way.

You were a million miles away from home, tucked away in a place no one should have known to look for you. You had convinced yourself that putting enough distance between you and your past would finally make you unreachable. But as the phone continued to ring, that fragile sense of safety began to crack, replaced by the sickening thought that maybe distance had never been enough to escape him.

You finally build as much courage as possible and answer the phone, expecting the worst when a familiar voice speaks.

“oh thank God you’re awake sweetheart.”

Gemma. It was just Gemma who was calling you on your new number.

The sudden despair that was brought upon you in a matter of seconds washed away as soon as she spoke. You silently thanked every heaven above for the relief.

“Gem? what’s up?” you ask taking a deep breath.

“I left my wallet at your place last night, any chance you could bring it down? I’m at the garage, you remember where it is right?”

The garage as in the place where Jax works.

“yeah I do, i’ll leave right now.” you answer timidly as she repeatedly thanks you and then hangs up.

You stand for a moment against the counter of the kitchen table. Even after a year, you still become so broken at the thought of him coming back.

The sick psychopathic murderer with a ghost mask, who took your friends from you, and set his sights on your life.

After countless attempts at counselling, you just couldn’t seem to stop feeling unsafe.

Especially after he escaped the scene when the night of horror took place.

That is why you’re here. To feel some security in your daily life. To not be within his reach, where your sure he’s waiting to finish his mission.

You take yet another deep sigh, pushing yourself off the counter and making your way to your car, to meet Gemma and possibly, Jax.

As you pull into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, you can feel the weight of countless eyes settling on you long before you step out of the car.

The courage you’d managed to muster earlier has long since evaporated, leaving nothing but a knot of dread in your stomach. Still, there’s no turning back now. No matter how badly you want to, you have no choice but to confront the past you’ve spent so long being away from.

“nice car, 65 comet?” a man with several tattoos on his arm and the side of his head calls out. His unusual hairstyle of a shaved head with just a strip of hair in the middle catches your attention.

“63.” you reply whilst opening the car door and reaching for Gemmas forgotten wallet.

“I’m Juice” he offers his hand in which you take it and shake.

“Y/n.”

“having car troubles?” he asks while observing the beauty that is your car. With its glimmering black coat and smooth red-wine interior, it was a sight to see.

“i’m actually here to see Gemma, she forgot somethin’ of hers at my place” you keep your eyes focused on the wallet thats held between your hands. Now that you think about it, why would Gemma even need to take out her wallet last night?

“ahhh, you’re the long lost friend” Juice nods his head in understanding, only making you confused.

Has Jax spoken about you before?

He waves off your look of confusion, “nothin, just makes sense now.”

His words spark your curiosity but before you can ask what he means, a certain voice catches your attention instead.

“Y/n?” Opie’s voice booms from across the lot, as you turn around to look for the source, you can’t help the smile that begins to grow on your face.

You slightly quicken your pace as you make your way toward him, wrapping him in a tight hug the moment you’re close enough. It had been far too long since you’d last seen your dear childhood friend, Opie.

Time had changed him, his features were sharper, his shoulders heavier with burdens you could only imagine but beneath the hardened expression and weathered exterior, you could still see the boy you once knew.

“Gemma said you came back but didn’t think she was being for real.” his words are said with a slight sadness, as if he couldn’t believe you would ever come back.

“yeah well, i’m stickin around for a while, i guess” your eyes finally meet his, as if he’s trying to figure out the underlying meaning behind your words.

You break the silence by asking if he’s seen Gemma to which he points you in the direction of the clubhouse.

As you approach the front door, you can feel the weight of eyes on you from every direction, like each step is being measured and watched.

You reach for the handle, fingers just about to curl around it but before you can open it, the door is yanked open from the other side with force. A figure steps out abruptly and collides straight into you.

The impact knocks you back a few steps, more surprise than pain. The only real casualty is Gemma’s wallet skidding across the hard pavement.

You crouch quickly, gathering it up before anything else can happen. Trying your best not to let this turn into unnecessary tension with whoever you bumped into from the club.

Without really looking up, you offer a quick apology as you scoop everything together, keeping your tone steady and polite.

But the response you expect never comes. Only silence meets you, as if the person standing over you is frozen.

You finally look up and the breath catches in your throat before you even process why.

Familiar crystal blue eyes meet yours.

The same eyes that used to sneak through your window like it was nothing. The same ones you used to argue with until neither of you could hold back laughter anymore. The same ones tied to a past you thought had been long forgotten.

For a moment, neither of you moves.

The noise of the yard, the clubhouse, everything around Charming fades into distant and muffled background noise. It’s just you and him, in a moment like time forgot how to move forward for a second.

And then, slowly, the reality of it settles in, Jax is here.

You just bumped into Jax Teller and yet from what you see, nothing is left of the boy you used to know.

AN: I was gonna save this for october cause yk scream inspired but i literally couldn’t wait like I love this idea sm :)

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Jax Teller x Fem!reader

Warnings: mention of swearing, blood, fighting, derogatory language (misogyny- not from jax) 

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

JAX TELLER IS KNOWN TO BE A CONNOISSEUR ON WOMEN AND YET HE HASN’T MET ANYONE LIKE YOU.

It’s common knowledge in the town of Charming that Jax Teller was, to simply put it, a man-whore.

He’s so popular among the women of Charming that his promiscuity should be taught as a history lesson in the local schools.

It wasn’t exactly rocket science to figure out exactly why he was so popular amongst women. Jax Teller was an attractive young man, who had that brawny vibe to him. So naturally, his words of charm came effortlessly and women fell immediately.

Until you came along.

You began working at the bar with Gemma, in which she sought you out and asked you to bartend for her. She figured your pretty face and fierce attitude would keep sales up.

You gradually met majority of the members throughout your first couple of weeks working as a bartender. You pulled your weight just as much as everyone else did, working behind the bar and handling the chaos the club brought without ever needing to be told twice. It didn’t go unnoticed.

But it wasn’t just the physical work you put in, it was the way you carried yourself, the patience you had with the members, and the genuine love you brought in. You were like a breath of fresh air in a place that always felt too heavy.

A shot of espresso, if you will.

You became Tig and Chib’s gossip buddy while they drank and you wiped countertops. You were Juice’s wingwoman and constantly advised him on how to successfully land a woman. You made Opie your taste-tester for new drink ideas. You were even Happy’s sit in silence and “enjoy the quiet” friend.

And yet, you hadn’t officially met Jax Teller.

Although he had seen you in passing, he never actually got the opportunity to meet you. After all, being the vice president of a motorcycle club can keep a man busy.

All the blonde haired brute would hear about was how great of an addition you were to this fucked up found family.

he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in you, from the small glances he’s seen you in, theres no doubt you’re beautiful. From what he’s heard, it’s like you were meant to be in the club.

but Jax has yet to see how loyal you are.

It was another party night at the clubhouse, the kind where the music echoed loudly through the speakers and laughter filled the room. Drinks covered nearly every surface and the entire place carried that familiar feeling of chaos.

Jax had one clear goal in his head tonight, meet you.

As he walked in, he headed straight for the bar in which he spotted you drying glasses. Your low rise jeans, fitted black shirt with the words “Reaper Crew” plastered across the chest (a gift from Chibs) and black patent leather pumps all made it harder for Jax to pry his eyes off of you.

“need a drink? you look like you need one” you say breaking his train of thought.

Jax smirks at your words as he takes a seat at the bar. “yeah, something like that. You Y/N?”

“yeah, something like that” you reply making him grin even wider in response.

You slide a bottle of beer across the table into jax’s hand and return back to wiping down the counter top. “I would say it’s on the house but you are the house so…” Jax barks out a laugh.

The rest of the night was spent with Jax seated by you, the two of you talking effortlessly as one conversation morphed into the next. Very quickly, he understood exactly what everyone else seemed to see in you. Your company was refreshing and comforting. If it were up to Jax, he could have stayed right there by your side, talking with you until the sun came up and set the next day.

Unfortunately, good moments always get spoiled.

A drunken man stumbled his way up to the bar, weaving through the crowd with an unsteady gait. There wasn’t much about his appearance that drew your attention, except for the leather kutte draped over his shoulders, marking him as a member of another branch. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as recognizable or as respected as the one Jax Teller wore.

“what does a guy gotta do to get a drink around ere?” the man slurs his words as he leans against the bar towards you, gaining an eyebrow raise from Jax.

“just gotta ask, what can i get you?” you responded with as much decorum as possible, you could already tell this guy was gonna be a problem so you quickly tried to get his order over with.

“i’ll take another beer and ya number sweetheart.” The man mumbled again, you scoff a laugh out of uncomfortableness.

“I can do the drink but not the number, sorry buddy”. You reply coyly, handing him his drink and moving on with your shift. Jax continues to just watch as the conversation goes on, waiting for the moment he needs to jump in.

“that’s the problem with you biker whores, you never loosen up unless it’s for money”

Jax doesn’t hesitate to immediately grab the drunken biker by the collar and throw him up against the nearest wall.

“don’t think i heard you, wanna fuckin say it again?” Jax’s words seethe through his mouth. You swore that the look on his face could kill the guy alone.

You step out from behind the bar and make your way towards Jax’s angry figure.

“Teller cmon it’s alright” you keep repeating as his hands continue to tighten around the intoxicated man’s neck.

“Jax seriously it’s alright” The touch of your gentle hand on his shoulder along with the sound of your voice saying his name snaps him out of his fit of rage. His eyes find yours and they slightly soften at the sight of your concerned face.

Jax eventually lets go of the biker who disrespected you and proceeded to walk away just because you asked.

Which was surprising because Jax Teller listened to no one.

You wanted to move on and leave it alone until you heard him speak again.

“That’s right, walk away before you end up like your old man, Teller!”

Before Jax can even react to his harsh words, you turn around and throw the hardest punch across the drunken bastards face, the sound of his nose breaking crackles through the loud music.

As the man goes flying back, you flick your knuckles a couple times to get back the feeling in it.

“Get him outta my bar” you say loud and stern in which Happy and Juice gladly pick him up and throw him outside to deal with.

“you alright there darlin? that was one hell of a punch.” Jax asked, observing the blood on your knuckles.

“i’m fine and he deserved it.” you scoff with disdain in your voice, you still couldn’t believe how bold that bastard was to say that.

“Don’t think a woman has ever thrown a punch like that for me before” he says with slight grin on his face.

you chuckle at his teasing words. “have you met your mother? pretty sure shes out there guttin him right about now”

“either way, thank you. It was one hell of a sight to see.” he replies, keeping his eyes trained on yours.

“well there’s a first time for everything Teller” you say with a cheeky smile before walking back to your previous spot at the bar.

Jax’s eyes follow your walking figure and nods his head in agreement.

“couldn’t have said it better myself darlin” Jax muttered before following you, continuing the night without interruption.

Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

a short chapter 2 for u guys:)

Warnings: mentions of swearing, obsessive behaviour and gang activity.

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

JAX TELLER IS THE DEFINITION OF LIMERENCE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.

It had been about 4 months since you met Jax Teller and about 2 months since you started officially dating.

From the moment you met him, it felt like you had wandered into a love story straight out of a fairy tale

don’t you know that fairy tales are fabricated?

After he insisted on fixing your shitty car for free as a supposed favour to Chibs, you just kept running into him.

You found yourself crossing paths with him often. In the morning at the local coffee shop. What started as simple conversations over coffee slowly became something you looked forward to, the two of you sitting together and making conversation as if you had known each other for years.

You then began noticing him around the hospital where you volunteered, where he claimed he was only there to check in on his fellow club members.

The more you saw him, the harder it became to view him the way everyone else did. The chatter and rumours surrounding his motorcycle club slowly became background noise, replaced by the version of Jax Teller that you knew.

The one who just happened to always be there when you needed him.

When the stray cat outside your apartment needed help getting to a vet, he happened to be in the neighborhood. When someone at the bar crossed a line and made you uncomfortable, he immediately stepped in and made sure it wouldn’t happen again.

Somehow, no matter the situation, he always seemed to appear at exactly the right moment. And before you realized it, his presence became a constant in your life.

Just like he wanted.

When Jax finally asked you out and made it official, there wasn’t a moment that you felt unsure of his love.

Jax makes his affection known to you in any-way he can. Whether it be pressing his lips against your forehead, surprising you with gifts you mentioned in passing or just holding you as often as he can.

You were just so good to him.

He couldn’t afford to lose this one source of real love he had in this fucked up life he lived, he’d rather die than let your love fade away.

And yet with all the effort he puts in, the feeling of uncertainty weighed heavily on his heart, you know he loves you right?

He certainly knows that he loves you, and there isn’t a day that Gemma or his fellow SAMCRO member’s don’t tease him about his obvious affection for you.

but do you know?

Do you know that he’s spent every waking moment, since the day he saw you, thinking about you, obsessing over you?

That he knows everything about you, even without you having to say so? That he would serve a thousand life sentences, if it meant that you’d be happy and safe?

No, of course you didn’t know this.

Jax would never ruin the relationship you two have, he needs you to believe in this perfect love story as much as he does. He just can’t afford to taint your opinion on him.

So when Jax lies there, late at night, by your side, gently holding your sleeping figure and kissing your temples while slowly running his index finger over the outline of your body.

Jax comes to the realization that if he can keep this beautiful illusion that he’s created alive and well, then it’s worth it for you to stay blissfully unaware of how much he truly loves you.

Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

Chapter 2 of Object of his obsession on the link :)

all my work is fictional, purely entertainment related and belongs to me.

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, swearing and obsessive behaviour (stalking, etc)

JAX TELLER HAS NEVER FELT OBSESSION UNTIL HE SAW YOU.

It was a breezy autumn morning in Charming when Jackson Teller saw you for the first time. The wind drifted through the streets as fallen leaves move along the rock hard pavement.

He leaned against his smooth Harley, sunglasses covering his sharp, blue eyes as he waited outside the apartment building for his close friend and club member, Chibs, to come down.

The quiet morning was a rare sight from the usual chaos of club life. Jax stood there casually, his kutte sitting over his shoulders as he watched people pass by. He wasn’t expecting anything different from his usual routine…

until his attention shifted toward you.

You had quite the loud laugh, not that he minded the noise. Your giggle immediately brought a sense of brightness to the atmosphere, cutting through the quiet of the morning.

It was the kind of laugh that naturally drew attention. It was warm and effortless, making the corners of Jax’s mouth slightly turn up. For a moment, he found himself watching, curious about you.

You were someone he hadn’t seen before and the unfamiliar face immediately caught his eye.

He stayed quiet as he watched you lift a large cardboard box with the words “Y/N’s room” scrabbled on the side by a thick black marker. 

A woman holding another cardboard box follows behind you, her laughter mixing with yours but it definitely didn’t catch his attention like yours did.

“I see the new lass has caught yer eye huh.” says Chibs while clamping down a hand on a unsuspecting Jax.

He turns his head rapidly towards the Scottish voice, grinning slightly as his words.

Jax nods his head towards your direction. “haven’t seen her before, she just move here?”

“just moved in with her friend right there, they’re good lasses.“

“oh yeah? you talk to her yet?” Jax replies with a furrow in his brows.

“you jealous Jackie boy?

Jax chuckles slightly at his friend’s words, not because it was a ridiculous claim but because Chibs wasn’t that far off.

He found himself drawn to your energy, one mere look at you and he wanted more.

He wanted to know everything about you, wanted to meet you and have you ingrained his life every way possible.

and whatever Jax Teller wanted, he found a way to make it happen.

Jax found himself thinking of you for the rest of the day. You occupied every corner of his mind.

He’s never felt this way about a person before, even with past hookups and girlfriends, he’s never once felt this intense adoration for them.

He was crazy right? He saw you for a mere second across a distance and suddenly he can’t stop thinking of you.

He tried so hard to get you off his mind as the day went on, but all roads led back to the memory of this morning. Your captivating laughter and bright smile lived rent free in his head. God, he wishes he could hear that every day for the rest of his life.

The town of Charming was eventually enveloped by the dark sky above. However, it was lit by the moon and the dim streetlights that lined the road.

Jax found himself parked right back where he had been this morning, outside your apartment.

He knew this was wrong, every logical sense in his brain told him to just stop it. To let go of this extreme desire he suddenly felt for you and just leave you alone.

but when has Jax Teller ever been a rational man?

Jax had steadily made his way toward the car he had seen you step out of that morning, the one sitting still in the resident lot of your new apartment.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the familiar vehicle, his thoughts tangled in defiance. He questioned his sanity, didn’t he have better things to do?

And yet, the memory of seeing you earlier replayed in his mind and caused all his inhibitions to go straight out the window.

You truly were a dangerous addition to his already messy life.

The world around him carried on like nothing had changed, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was standing at the edge of something he couldn’t take back.

The blonde haired man pulled out a sheathed blade and messed with the engine of your car just enough to cause a visit to the only garage in town, Teller-Morrow Automotive and thus, Jax himself.

It would be wrong for Jax to admit that he was proud of what he’d done or that it gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. So he keeps those thoughts at the very back of his mind, refusing to acknowledge them as he carries on with his night. He rides away on his bike, leaving it until tomorrow.

The only thing Jax allows himself to think of is his rationalization of his behaviour which was that these obsessive feelings that consume him couldn’t be anything but love.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” is what can be heard coming from your mouth at 10 am the next morning.

You had planned on spending the day shopping, picking up a few more things for the new place you’d just moved into. However, your car seemed to have other plans. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you stared at your broken down car.

Then, the sound of laughter drifted from behind you. You turned to see your lively neighbor, Fillip Telford, with a cigarette resting between his lips as he watched you berate the vehicle.

“didn’t know such a sweet lady had such colourful vocabulary” he teases while puffing out some smoke from his mouth.

You laughed slightly at his comment before replying “yeah well, my car isn’t exactly giving me a reason to use nicer words”.

“car troubles eh? i’ll take ya to the garage, no problem” he says while reaching for the phone in his pocket.

“Thanks Filip, i owe you one” you say while sighing at his kind gesture.

“ah it’s nothin’ sweetheart, if you wanna thank me, let go of damn Filip and start callin me Chibs” He wags a joking finger at your face.

You let out a small giggle at his comment and mock salute at the bearded man, which earned a grin in return from him.

After calling a tow truck, Chibs drives you to the garage he clearly has ties to. On the way, he tells you to head straight to the front desk and give them your information so they can log everything properly.

Inside, you’re met with a stack of paperwork that feels never-ending. Forms, signatures, questions you barely have time to think through properly.

By the time you’re finished, your hand aches a little from all the writing and your patience feels just as worn down. When you finally step back outside, you’re half expecting Chibs to already be gone, leaving you to figure out your own way home.

Instead, the sight that greets you makes you pause.

A short distance from the entrance, Chibs stands with another man you don’t recognize. The unknown man is leaning in like he owns the place, dressed in loose, baggy jeans and a black leather kutte that has many patches sewn onto it. His shaggy blonde hair is pushed back slightly and there’s an apparent confidence in the way he stands.

Chibs is mid-conversation with him, when his eyes shift and catch sight of you stepping out. Jax’s expression lifts just slightly, like he’s been waiting for you to appear.

“Y/N” Chibs calls out, gesturing for you to come over.

Both men glance your way as you start slowly walking over, the hot pavement cracking faintly under your steps. The closer you get, the more you can feel the pressure of being noticed.

“This here, darlin, is Jax Teller, he runs the place” Chibs says casually, nodding toward the man beside him.

At the introduction, the man steps forward from where his hands had been tucked into his jean pockets.

He offers his hand and steadily, you take it.

His grip is firm just like his eye contact, it was just a brief moment of contact, nothing more than a polite handshake, you think.

Something in the air shifts anyway.

In this brief moment that the two of you officially met each other, Jax Teller confirmed it once and for all.

That you really were the object of his obsession.

PeteDunham x Reader

CW: swearing

THE FIRST TIME YOU MET PETE DUNHAM, YOU WERE PISSED.

It was well past midnight when the loud voices of young men drifted in from outside your bedroom window, breaking through the stillness of the night

Early mornings shifts were already unforgiving but with little to no sleep, they were straight up brutal.

As you stood from your bed and made your way into your younger brother’s room, you take note of him stirring in his sleep due to the loud noises outside.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

In a fuming fashion, you pulled a enlarged hoodie over your nightly tank top and marched on downstairs to confront the problem at hand.

“Excuse me! Have you all lost your damn minds?!” you yell angrily at the group of boys, but your eyes were drawn to the tall and rugged man in the middle. His buzzed blonde hair and sharp blue eyes caught your attention.

“pardon me miss?” The man you were staring at asks with a somewhat puzzled look on his masculine face.

“What are you doing making all this goddamn noise at 1 in the morning?” you ask with your arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

The blonde buzzed man returns a small smirk of sorts and eyes you up and down, which pissed you off even more.

“just introducing ourselves to the neighbourhood darling” he says with a scoff of a laugh.

You didn’t think it was possible for the scowl on your face to grow even more.

“Well, i’m the neighbours. There, we’re introduced. So shut the fuck up.” you reply sternly and turn around to return back home.

As you began to walk off, the laughter of some of the men behind him can be heard.

“Hey c’mon, don’t be like that, i’m sorry alright?” the tall man blurts out while catching up behind you.

“C’mon let me make it up to you, I’m Pete, Pete Dunham.” His bright blue eyes bore into yours, you feel nervous at heart but refuse to let it show.

“Keep it down. Pete Dunham.” you say with a bite in your voice one before finally walking off.

You don’t notice, but he keeps watching as you walk away, his smile slowly widens.

He had a feeling that you and him were going to meet again.

“Alright Jere, see ya Monday!” you yell out to your boss as the restaurant door behind you closes.

The weight of a seven-hour morning shift still clings to you as you make your way to pick up your younger brother from soccer practice.

The urge to just sleep in your car is extremely tempting but you promised your brother an actual dinner tonight and not take-out for the fifth day in a row.

For a long time now, it had only been you and him. You’ve grown to prefer it that way.

Eventually, you make your way to the practice field and wait for your younger brother to approach you.

“stalking me now are we sweetheart?” the familiar voice lurks up on you, catching you off guard.

Pete Dunham, the frustratingly attractive man from last night now stands in-front of you. He’s wearing a greyish tracksuit and a long lanyard with a whistle at the end attached to it around his neck.

You glare at him peripherally “I’m here for my younger brother.” you say coldly.

“ahh don’t tell me he’s on my team, which snot nosed bloke is yours?’ he replies lightly joking with you.

You stare off into the distance, refusing to make civil conversation with him. You were still ticked off about last night.

“Mikey.”

He grins softly at your simple answer which prompts you to finally look at him and raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“should have known, he’s got quite the mouth on him and now I can see where he gets that from.” Pete nudges your arm slightly with his elbow, you don’t move.

So what are you? hooligan by night and coach by day?” you abruptly ask him.

“well love, i’m also the history teacher if that brings any comfort”.

“does quite the opposite actually, makes me question which dumbass is in charge of hiring teachers.”

Now that gets an actual loud laugh out of him. 

You hate that his laugh makes your heart flutter.

In that moment, Mikey now runs up to you both in a cheerful manner.

“hey kid, how was practice?” you ask while ruffling his hair.

“it was great! I scored a couple times, right Mr Dunham?”

“Yeah this one’s got some fire in him. Just like his big sister.”

You make eye contact once again with him but there’s no real bite behind it. You don’t know why.

“alright lets get going mikey.” you say patting your younger brother on the shoulder, wanting to leave this slightly awkward moment behind.

“Wait! can I at least know your name?” Pete asks in a pleading and cheeky tone just as you turn around on your feet.

For the first time, you gave Pete Dunham a smile.

“Figure it out, Dunham.”

and that’s when he knew, his heart was yours.

AN: can u tell that the first part is heavily inspired by the Erin Brockovich scene 😥

stiles x fem!reader

AN: recently saw a stiles edit and memories of teen wolf obsessed me came back.

STILES DOESN’T GET IT.

Mieczysław "Stiles" Stilinski can find an explanation for pretty much anything. It’s been a habit of his since he was a kid to find the answers to anything his heart desired.

He can uncover secrets of a hidden werewolf population or find the mystery of what a “Kanima” is.

But what he can’t figure out…

is why you show any interest in him.

You.

The new girl in town, the one who even Lydia took an instant liking too.

You were beautiful, intelligent and charming all at once.

A triple threat as Stiles calls it.

From the moment you walked into his Biology class and gave a small smile, his heart was entirely yours.

He initially planned to admire from afar because he unfortunately doubted his ability to even get a coherent sentence out of himself when it came to you.

But oh how that would all change.

Stiles walked into the local cafe with the intention of grabbing a quick coffee for himself.

He knew he was going to pull another all nighter trying to figure out all of Scott’s “alpha” drama and Adderall was not going to do the trick this time.

He entered through the door with his head hung low, just zoned out and staring at his sneakers.

“name is Y/n, thank you”

The sound of your voice caused him to instantly raise his head.

You were here. Right in-front of him. Ordering an iced coffee.

The buzzed hair boy began to suddenly sweat at the sight of you, he could feel his heart rate speeding up.

His palms got clammy and all he began to hear was ringing voices.

“Sir? are you okay?”

The workers concerned words snapped him back to reality.

“uh- ye-yes! I’ll have a large coffee with one milk and sugar”

He stepped onto the side with his hands dug into his pockets.

“studying late tonight?” you asked

Stiles froze. You were speaking to him.

“uh- yeah! some- something like that”

“sounding a bit suspicious there stillinski” you say with a slight grin on your face.

… you know him?

“you know my name?” he asked softly in pure disbelief

“technically i know your last name, now your first name, i can’t pronounce” you say with a teasing tone that brings a smile to the boy’s face.

“ah- that’s alright, it’s a pretty sucky name to learn anyways”

“that’s a challenge I’m willing to take on”.

Stiles felt his heart basically burst out of his chest with the way you were staring at him.

He’s so far gone for you.

“One medium iced coffee and one large coffee with milk and sugar!” the barista calls out abruptly cutting into the lingering looks you and stiles had.

You grab your coffees and both of you make your way to the parking lot in an awkward silence.

“Good luck with whatever you need that coffee for” you say breaking the silence as you unlock your car door.

Stiles gives a frantic awkward grin paired with a deep exhale but no words come out.

He realizes this chance was given to him from a God above. He cannot disappoint and mess this up.

“Y/N!” he says abruptly, startling you just a little.

Your wide-eyed gaze prompts him to go on.

“Ca-can i get your number? you know if you ha-have one. I mean- it’s totally fine if you don’t! Or even if you just don’t want to- Stiles shut up.”

You cut off the buzzed hair boys rambling and push your cellphone into his nerve-shaking hands.

He immediately fumbles your phone and almost dropped it in true stiles fashion but catches it and types his number in before handing it back.

“See you around Stillinski” is what he hears before you drive off from the area.

Stiles continues to stand there, confused and frozen in place.

Stiles still doesn’t get why you’re interested in him, but he does know, it’s something he’s not taking for granted.