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drabbles-mc · 3 months

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OC Moodboard: Claire Morrow

"What can you threaten to take from me? Nothing was ever mine to begin with."

#me? unable to write and making moodboards instead?? more likely than u think #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy oc #oc claire morrow #oc claire #soa #soa oc #oc moodboard #my oc #my ocs #oc #my posts #my post #drabblesmc

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ravennaortiz · 6 months

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Day After

Summary: Chapter 3 of Countdown.

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Rocky opened her puffy, sore eyes the next morning when she felt her bed shift. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” whispered Juice as he cringed when he saw her eyes open. He had been trying to exit stealthily and had obviously failed. “Its okay” replied Rocky as she rubbed carefully at her puffy, sore eyes. “How you feeling” asked Juice as he watched her carefully. Rocky sighed heavily before answering. “I dunno…..tired….scared” replied Rocky struggling to find the right words while putting on a brave face. “Those are fair responses. It’ll be okay Rockstar” soothed Juice as she sat up and stretched. “How about I go get donuts and coffee for breakfast?” he added. Rocky nodded before making her way to her bathroom. Juice frowned as he straightened her covers before making his way out of the room.

As Juice opened the door he came face to face with Jax who was leaving his own room. “Relax brother” stated Jax with a small laugh as he saw Juice tense like a deer in the headlights. “I trust you with my little sister. I know you wouldn’t be stupid to try anything” continued Jax as they made there way down the stairs to the kitchen area. “Appreciate that. I was going to go get us all breakfast real quick” stated Juice as he grabbed his keys from the hook by the door. “Sounds good” replied Jax as he watched Juice walk out the back door.

Jax looked up as his back door opened. “Jackie Boy, I got an interesting call this morning” stated Chibs as he sat at Jaxs Kitchen table. “From?” asked Jax as he took a seat as well. “Tig. He said Alvarez wants to meet with you today” stated Chibs as he sat his phone on the table. “Apparently he wants to make an alliance since we both have a common enemy.” He added his gaze locking on Jax’s. Jax was quiet for a few moments. “Give him a call” ordered Jax with a nod.

Later that day

Jax had sent Rocky, Juice and Halfsack away for a few hours while he met with Alvarez. The two men had been talking for a bit and Alvarez was now pondering Jax’s last request. “I am willingly to hide your sister. My charter in Santo Padre can make it happen. I’ll make a phone call and we will figure out the logistics after” stated Alvarez as he reached across the table to shake Jax’s hand. “Thank you. Looking forward to this new relationship between the Sons and Mayans” stated Jax as he shook the other mans hand before walking him out.

“What are you gonna do about the boys?” asked Opie as he looked over at his best friend. “Im just going to be honest. We need to get Rocky out of Charming while we figure out how to get the Aryan Brotherhood sorted. They will look at anyplace connected to SAMCRO but they wouldn’t look for her in a Mayan charter.” Stated Jax as he looked from Opie to Chibs who both nodded.

Santo Padre Clubhouse

Bishop sat listening to Alvarez on the phone as he sipped his beer. His men sat silently watching him while he talked. “We can do that” stated Bishop as he nodded his head. “Let me know when we need to head there” he added before ending the call. “We got ourselves a long term protection job boys. Sounds like the Mayans are going to get in bed with SAMCRO permanently and one of the pieces of the deal was for our charter to take in the sister of the VP in Charming.” Stated Bishop as he looked around the table at his men. “I need one of you to open your home up to her” he added. “I’m always open to a woman keeping my bed warm” replied Angel making the others roll there eyes and chuckle. Bishop shook his head before speaking. “Shes sixteen” replied Bishop as he watched Angels smug smile drop. “She can stay with me Bish” offered Gilly. “Sounds great” stated Bishop with a nod.

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #ravennasmasterlist #soa fanfiction #countdown #OCRockyTeller #soa oc #mayans mc fanfiction #old lady soa #soa fanfics #soa imagine #soa imagines

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garbinge · 1 year

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Scarlett Lowman

“Apple doesn’t fall from the tree.”

#Happy Lowman #Happy Lowman's Daughter #SOA #SOA fanfic #SOA fanfiction #SOA OC #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy oc #Happy Lowman x OC #Happy Lowman x Daughter OC

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ragedserenity · 11 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ;

❝And when I go a little too far I'll come back.❞

sons of anarchy oc. daughter to @cynicalserenities & jax teller. lil' sister to graycen & abel. charming's princess. penned by ; #okayyshilohh

#okayyshilohh #soa rp #soa oc #sons of anarchy

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hoffmans-hoffman · 1 year

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Brodie Telford headcanons pt 1

Tw: Swearing, Blood, Near dead experiences, Police, Alcohol, Drugs, Sexual mention

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He is always loud 🔊

He's been stabbed, blown up, shot, almost frozen to death and still he keeps getting up

He's easily the most punchable of the twins

Fuck, shit, damn, fucking fuck, fuck in a sentence as it's self

Kleptomaniac when police cars are around

Lil shit

Has never fixed a fucking car in his life, but has pretend to

Kept his...boyish charm

Obliterates Tiny gets obliterated by Tig and has platonic love with Ratboy

He did throw Alec to his brother when Alec was a baby bc the cops were coming for him

Cocaine, that's all

On and off Cocaine, that's all

He's never gone to jail for himself, it was always for someone else

He loves his son and wants him to get out of this life

Has seen some shit

Was partially the reason why AJ and Kozik got together

He bites....but only if you ask

Can INHALE SHOTS

Fights a lot

He uses his head...

He bullies the prospects

His bike looks like it's been ran over once or twice

His nickname is from crashing into a ditch

#brodie telford #oc headcanons #oc #soa oc #sons of anarchy oc #otp: reckless bitches #otp hes a twin

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

my other jax fic.

Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

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You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

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mysticalmallard · 4 months

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Clubhouse Crush

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Happy was a lonely man, always isolated himself from the rest of the world, despite almost always being surrounded by his brothers. He looked on from afar, seeing Clay with a beautiful woman by his side. She was the picture of innocence, shyness, and sweetness. He had never felt this way about anyone before.

The young woman had an almost magnetic hold over him. He wondered if he was just lusting after her or if there was something deeper there. One day, he would have to find out.

Happy started to think about her more often, and eventually came to the conclusion that he had developed a certain liking to her. However, there was a small complication. The object of his affection was Gemma and Clay's daughter, the club president, and his wife, who were both known for being very protective of their family. Happy knew he couldn't approach her directly in front of everyone, but he still wanted to see more of her, know more about her, the real her not the one she allows others to see. He started looking for opportunities to catch a glimpse of her, or maybe even have a chance to speak to her even if it could just be for a few moments.

It wasn't long until Happy was able to find that opportunity. He had been invited to a get-together at Clay's house, and he knew his daughter would be there. This would be the perfect chance to get closer to her. But how could he get her alone, away from all the other Sons?

While all of the other club members and somenof their family ate and drank, Happy discreetly slipped away. He wandered to the back of the house, where he found her hobbie room. He tried the door, and it was unlocked. He entered, and there she was. She was working on a small project, unaware of his presence. Happy slowly made his approach, his heart pounding in his chest. What on earth was he going to say to her?....he didn't think this all the way through too late now to back down.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #samcro #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman oneshot #soa x reader #sons of anarchy x oc

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thisreadswhatever · 6 months

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Summary: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.

Series CW: 18+ minors do not interact, a smutty, angst filled series / no major content warnings yet but will update as I write

Wordcount: incomplete

♡ PART ONE - Pretty Sweet

♡ PART TWO - coming soon

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#jax teller #sons of anarchy #jax teller x reader #reads writes #jax teller fiction #jax teller smut #sons of anarchy fic #jax teller morrow #smut #soa #sons of anarchy imagine #jax teller imagine #jax teller fic #jax teller x oc #series #jax teller x you

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theesirenteller · 8 months

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Reaper's Crow.

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Kidnapping, Gore, Abuse, Violence, Profanity, OCC, glorification of serial killings, mentions of sexual violence, smut, mentions of PTSD, Sociopathisim, graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, deaths, dark undertones, angst, slow-burn romance

▌This fictional piece is AU with very little amounts of canon. I understand if this fic isn't your cup of tea. Please do not leave hate comments. The story is set some years after season seven. ▌

"This is just in another series of bodies that have been reported to have been found butchered and dismembered. Two of the six bodies were confirmed to be Sergeant Robert Combs and Officer Micheal Llyod. Both were suspected to be in business with the Aryan Warriors. Police have put out a curfew for all Mottenhill residents to be inside their homes by seven p.m. We ask all residents to lock their doors and remain safe."

An ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the four-bedroom-two-story home. Drowning out the downstairs news report from the Tv. The sound of glass shattering followed by choked-up sobs and high-pitched squeals of agony bounced off the walls of the home. The commotion let death himself slip in through the backdoor like a dark shadow in the night. The rubber soles of his steel-toned leather boots pressed soundlessly across the wooden floor. The glimmer of his silver c-shaped daggers reflected across the floorboards as the six-foot-seven male crept up the staircase.

"You stupid fucking bitch! I love you! Why do you have to make me so angry?!"

The reaper tightened his grip on the daggers within his hands as he edged closer to the master bedroom door. His target, the unfortunate son of a bitch stood with his back turned away from the door. Hovering over a blood-covered, badly beaten woman. Who looked more like a girl based on her size. She spat blood across the floor, and a few of her teeth followed. Tapping against the wood as they spilled. The man raised his foot up, no doubt getting ready to aim a kick towards the back of her head. Just as his foot started to lower…

The dagger shot right through his skull with a loud crunch. The leather whip attached to the handle of the blade tugged back. The man's neck yanked backwards as his large body fell onto the floor. The layers of rolls on his stomach jiggled due to the harsh thud. The blade roughly snapped open the bridge of his nose and dug upwards splitting the middle bridge of his eyes open wide. Blood splattering across the man's wrinkled face as his body jolted back and forth out of shock.The Reaper lowly whistled to himself as he walked further into the bedroom. His once bright eyes turned midnight blue as he looked down at his victim coldly. His breathing shallow as rolled the wire around his leather glover covered hand but ultimately yanking the blade from the man's head. Warm blood splattered across his shoes and pants. Something that felt as simple as rain falling on a gloomy day. Crouching down like a panther getting ready to indulge in its prey, he soon hovered over the dwindling body. First came snapping a photo on his mobile then he plunged the dagger violently into the man's jugular and rapidly yanked it across his throat. Viciously causing the mangled bones to disconnect from the spine and shoulders. With little regard to the blood painting his face crimson, The Reaper proceeded to take a plastic black bag from his pocket and toss the head inside. As he stood back up the sound of wheezing caught his attention.

The woman weakly slithered herself as far away from him as she could. "P-ppp-ple" she attempted to beg as blood steeped from the sides of her mouth. Her sepia-brown skin is stained with crimson so much that he wasn't sure how many places she was bleeding from. She was tired of begging. Tired of pleading. And if this was her end, she wanted to plead for her life rather than plead for the pain to stop. It never did stop when she pleaded anyway. The reaper's left eye began to twitch as flashes of blood, stab wounds, and his cries of agony replayed in his mind. Tara. He dared not utter her name. His eyes closed for a moment. Wincing. WIncing away the painful memory. When he opened them again he looked around before making his way over to the bed. After snatching off the duvet cover he then B-lined towards her again. Now crouching down beside her he proceeded to turn her on her back. Which caused a sudden yelp of pain to escape her lips. Shoe parks embedded across her breasts and her collarbone stuck out of place. One of her eyes was closed shut and swollen with the size of a lemon. A large gash in the middle of her forehead.She had eyes the same color as the grease that used to coat his calloused hands. Eyes that held pain. A pain he was familiar with. A pain he wished to undone.

"Sorry" his voice was gruff. Husky with grief.

Snapping her collarbone back into place only caused a mouse-like squeak to leave her lips. She had no more fight left in her. Her eyes rolled back before they shut. Her breathing was shallow as he leaned in closer to her face. Not wasting a moment longer he draped the duvet across her body and cocooned her into it. Carefully picking her up, The Reaper cradled her in his arms. Swiftly turning on his heel, he retrieved the bagged head from the floor on his way out the room.

Disappearing like an Incubus in the night, The Reaper drove his GMC truck out of Las Vegas. He drove for miles until reaching his destination. Parking his truck out in front of the gated mansion, he grew comfortable in his seat and wrote on the plastic bag in red marker 'Stolbatch' before tossing it out the window.

It wasn't long before he was back on the road. The road that once was his friend, his freedom, his sense of invincibility and thrill…until it wasn't. It'd become an escape route and pathway to the neck job. His attention turned to his mirror. He watched the battered woman lay unconsciously across his backseat. It's been a longtime since he acted on impulse. And now he debated on what he'd do with her. Where he'd leave her.

'Christ Jackie…what'd ya gotten into now' an old friend's words played back in his head causing a grimace to flash across his lips.

Pushing those thoughts aside, the only thing now on his mind was to get the nameless woman taken care of and patched up.

Chapter Two.

#theesirentellerstories #theesirenteller fanfic #jax teller #jax teller fics #theesirenteller characters #charlie hunnam #soa fics #jax teller x blk!oc #Jax teller x oc #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller x ofc #jax teller; reapers crow

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ravennaortiz · 8 months

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Ravennas OC : Scarlett Teller

Background: Scarlett Teller is the younger sister of Jax Teller. She also goes by Scar by those who she is close too. In a relationship with Juice Ortiz. Scarlett has heterchromia and a tattoo of Medusa being held by a crow on her right forearm.

Catch her in

Lost and Found

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #scarletttelleroc #juice x scarlett teller #ravennasmasterlist #ravennasoc #old lady soa #soa oc #soa fanfiction #soa moodboard

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hirodraga · 11 days

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Got the urge to draw Lua (oc) a little, i havent made a decent digital art of her in a long time poor girl

#my sketchbooks are full of my ocs but i end up never finishing it in digital and it has to change #hehe shes laughing at the size of your sword #lua fontenele #digital art #art #character design #soa #secrets of azurra #character art #human fighter #fantasy #oc #rpg character #dnd #dungeons and dragons art #dungeons and dragons

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juancarlos-ortiz · 3 months

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Marked for Carnage Masterlist

Fic Content Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Gore, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Stalking, Spousal Abuse (off page/not described in detail), Injury, Weapons, Gun Violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

#sons of anarchy #soa #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #juice ortiz #juice soa #juan carlos ortiz #juan carlos juice ortiz #juice ortiz fic #juice ortiz fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz x oc

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hoffmans-hoffman · 1 year

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Freddy Rodriguez as Tony "Tiny" Winston

Tiny tag dump ✌️

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#tiny winston #soa oc #sons of anarchy oc #ah yes only makes sense Piney Opie and Tiny....#COMER ERE! NO YOU COME ERE #stop being in love with brodie for five seconds and do your fucking job #otp: reckless bitches #bro your dating a twin shut the fuck up #dont...just don't #aww you earned a baby girl...#...shes sick....im sorry #hostile little fucker!#ankle biter!!!! ankle biter!!!!!!#on fire but not the bruce springsteen kind #he wibbles he wobbles but he doesn't fall over

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jtellerswhiskeyblues · 1 month

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BabyDoll ! Jax Teller Fanfiction

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Synopsis | Set in Season 3; upon venturing into the south side of L.A. for club business, Jax has a weekend long hookup with an air-headed nail shop heiress; Loretta Belle Chang. The two drunkenly get hitched and embark on a newlywed adventure as he brings her back to Charming.

Just Married; Welcome to Charming

#jax teller #soa #soa fanfiction #jax teller x oc #Jax teller x ofc #jax teller fanfiction #Jax teller x blk!oc

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applejuicebegood · 21 days

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Hiiii

I just wanted to say I LOVE your writing!it's so comforting and pretty!I found your blog from the soft!Jason and my stars I am blessed to find it-

I wanted to place a request if that's okay!it's basically soap hcs with a fem!reader who has troubles showing her affection?like it's all over the place one second she is clingy and the rest she is distant.

Like she doesn't mean anything rude but she isn't used to someone genuinely liking her and not finding her annoying.

A/N: Wow Wow Wow Wow Wow Wow thank you sm for requesting! I really do appreciate it dude!! I really hope I did your ask justice, I'm not the best at conceptualising a romantic!Johnny. Thank you so so much for requesting, again!!

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The relationship was fresh - a new forward expanse in your life you wanted to hold onto as long as he would have you.

And as confusing as it was, you were starting to really love him. His horribly loud laugh and how he would lean into your touches when offered.

He never realised it but you would always eventually slink away from him in your own embarrassed anxiety. Spiralling within your own self-doubt, your mind conjuring up all of the different possibilities of how your relationship ends. Scarred that your own speculation would drive him away.

Johnny wasn't aware of any of this. He was too caught up in his excitement for your growing relationship. The slow progress of unfolding the hidden parts of you was a privilege he didn't take from granted.

He considered your sporadic displays of affection your attempts of testing his boundaries. He grew up with three sisters, he was familiar with how attitudes and actions could change dramatically within a few hours.

Obviously now it was much different, because you were someone he was falling deeply for. He wanted to keep you close, hold you in the constant strength of his arms. Keep you warm and safe and evolve his world to fit into with yours.

The fear that sprouted in his chest was worse than the fear he experienced during deployments. He was scarred that it was him that was pushing you away- it wedged into his routine and derailed his days. Something that annoyed him to now end as a military man.

But when he got the chance, he would pull you out of your distant, far-off haze, take your hands into his rough palms, and reassure you that he would never expect anything from you regarding affection. He knew exactly what it was like to be stuck in that fog of doubt and regret over speculated mistakes. For your chest to ache over a guilt only you felt.

You spent that night tucked away in his arms, crying out your anger, confusing and gratitude into the corner of his neck. The relief of having expectation lifted was the breaking of the glass walls you had constructed up around your growing love from Johnny

It was still slow and confused, but now you had Johnny's confidence in working through both his and your issues regarding affection.

Two years in, and you both had wrapped your love around the other so deeply that your atoms ached for each-other during every deployment Johnny was sent off on.

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