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Being Negan’s daughter would include:

-Negan being super protective over you, his only thing to remember his late wife, your mother.

-Going on runs with your dad and him letting you take back whatever you wanted to The Sanctuary.

-Everyone in The Sanctuary bowing to you because you had just as much respect as your father did, no question about it.

-Simon being like a second father to you, Dwight like a brother, but no one would ever be as good as your dad.

-Negan putting you as his top priority, over his people, over his countless wives, over everything.

-Anyone who tries to harm you gets a swift greeting with Lucille.

-Negan allowing you to take the first swing.

-Cute father/daughter bonding moments where he tells you how much he loves you whilst holding you to his side.

-No man would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, to him you were an angel, and if anything were to try and take you away, it would break his heart.

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First go at headcanons, let me know if you want anything else and I’ll happily cook something up.

Much love xoxo

jax teller & holly morelli (insp.) 

prideofgypsies: Channeling @nusr_et To send this badass problem @normontesmvj set at the compound. Sprinkling unicorn dust on my new @soill FAT BUTT sloppers Fell. But I’ll send tomorrow Ps I will never travel without my @evolvusa agro’s. I left them in oz. I would have sent it@chris_sharma 😜😜😜😜

Writing Prompt #53

The Protagonist recognizes themselves in a painting in an art museum. It is 400 years old. A voice whispers in their ear: “I’ve FINALLY found you.”

Croweater

Pairing: Reader X Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Prompt: You and some of the other Sons get arrested for trespassing and while being held at Charming P.D., Sheriff Roosevelt decides to interrogate you and Jax. During the interrogation Roosevelt uses you in hopes that he could get an assault charge out of Jax which would cause him to be locked up for even longer. 

Warnings: Swearing, mention of possible rape/sexual act

A/N: Sorry this is kinda short and kinda sucks!

“Listen man, me and my club are here on trespassing charges, I’m not talkin’ to you about anything but those charges.” Jax spoke calmly, his eyes tracking Sheriff Roosevelt as he walked around the interrogation room slowly.

“Which are bullshit.” you muttered from where you sat across the cold metal table from Jax.

You, Tig, Chibs, and Jax had been working surveillance on a certain cigar shop when the cops showed up spewing some shit about how the parking lot you were in was private property. A quick argument later and all four of you were in handcuffs on your way to the police department. It wasn’t like this was the first time something like this had gone down. Hell, it seemed like almost everyday cops were popping up out of no where just to make your lives a living hell. A task that they were beginning to succeed in doing. 

You glanced up at Jax just in time to see him mouth the word ‘behave’ to you. He had a warning look on his face, like the one parents give their children when they begin to countdown from 5.  

“You got yourself a feisty one Teller. I always thought the club was men only. Or is she just one of those, what do you call them?” he asked, stepping towards you and placing his hands on top of your chair. His figure leaned over yours so his face was now no more than a foot away from yours. “Croweaters right?” he smirked, his warm breath hitting your neck and causing a chill to trail down your spine.

“Back off man.” Jax spoke, aggression filling his voice. You watched as Roosevelt’s head snapped to look at Jax whose jaw was clenched down tight. The two of them stared each other down for several moments before Roosevelt stood back up and began to walk around the room once more, his pace not changing from what it had been before the little encounter. 

“So I take it Ms. (Y/N) is more than just a croweater.” he spoke calmly, his hands folding together behind him as he walked. He kept his eyes glued to Jax as he circled.

“It doesn’t matter what she is, just back off.” Jax responded harshly, his nostrils flaring. Roosevelt stopped dead in his tracks, a large smile curling onto his face.

“Well this is just fascinating.” he chuckled. “Big bad Jax Teller finally got himself an old lady.” he paused, his eyes finally breaking from Jax’s and instead looking at you. You shivered the moment you saw him give you a once over, his eyes lingering over your entire body. “And a pretty one at that.”

“She ain’t my old lady and I would really recommend you shut your mouth.” Jax snapped. He noticed the unwanted once over as well and could feel his blood slowly begin to boil at the thought of Roosevelt undressing you with his eyes.

“Oh really? So if she isn’t your old lady you wouldn’t mind if I asked a guard to escort you from the interrogation room for a few minutes? Give me and Ms. (Y/N) some alone time.” Roosevelt smirked, stepping closer to you. 

That was all he had to say.

Jax stood up rapidly from his seat, the chair toppling over underneath his sudden movement. Before he could move to get his hands on Roosevelt you pushed yourself in front of Jax, your hands coming up to his chest.

“Jax, don’t.” you said firmly, pushing against Jax’s strength to the best of your ability. You looked up at him only to see his eyes still targeted on Roosevelt who was laughing behind you. “He just wants to get you locked up for doing more things so he has more time to ask questions and try to get under your skin.” you spoke, your voice calming in hopes that Jax would calm as well.

You felt his pressure let up against you, his muscles untensing as his eyes remained locked onto Roosevelt’s.

“Sheriff.” a new voice suddenly spoke. You glanced in the direction the voice came from only to see a young police officer standing in the now open door way. Roosevelt’s smile dropped at the sight of the officer. “Their bail’s been paid, they’re free to go.” the officer informed before exiting from the three of your sights. 

“Lucky shits.” Roosevelt muttered angrily under his breath before returning his eyes to you and Jax. “You heard him, you’re free to go.” 

You nodded your head before returning your eyes to Jax. You brought your hand up to his cheek, your skin gently touching his and causing his eyes to fall onto you. 

“Let’s go home.” you whispered with a little smile on your face. Jax nodded in return before following you out of the room. He made sure to give Roosevelt one last glare before he left however. 

thinking about reader being completely wasted and making fun of simon's accent.

like, can you imagine? everyone being scared of big ass guy™ when they mention his deep british accent and theres 5'5 reader fucking laughing and saying "wot-er". begging him to say some words.

and he does.

soap and gaz making bets when he's gonna snap and simon is just smirking under his mask, teasing reader. and he's on purpose saying luv to make her flustered. and he does perfectly bc her cheeks are even redder and it's NOT from alcohol.

Character Development Checklist 2.0

Several months ago I posted the original Character Development Checklist, because why wouldn’t you need dozens of random questions about your character?

In my humble opinion, there’s no such thing as too many questions. How can we ever know too much about our characters? The reader might not see it, but everything the author knows will mold the characters and the story. How can that be a bad thing?

Which is exactly why I added dozens of questions to the original character sheet. Check out a link to the first one above, and scroll below for an updated version

Basics:

Character’s Name (first, middle, last)

Character’s Nickname(s)

Name pronunciation

Origin of name

Age

Ethnicity

Sex/Gender

Sexual orientation

Hair color

Eye color

Height

Weight

Scars

Tattoos

Birthmarks

Piercings

Right/left handed/ambidextrous

Glasses/contacts

Apparel:

Clothing preferences

Accessories

Style

Trinkets

Favorite possession

Equipment

Grooming habits

Family and Relationships:

Parents

Siblings

Grandparents

Marital Status

Significant Other

Children

Pets

Friends

Enemies

Close relatives

Non-close relatives

Ancestors

Religion:

The religion they follow (if any)

Beliefs

Superstitions

Virtues

Location:

Country of Birth

Place of Birth (State, city, etc)

First Language

Cultures

Traditions

Schooling:

Highest Education

Degrees

Home-schooled/public school/private school

Favorite subject

Favorite teacher

Least favorite subject

Least favorite teacher

Average grade

Study habits

Special education

Graduating year

Work:

Occupation

Salary

Employment history

Work space

Mode of Transportation

Total income

Boss

Hours

Experience

Co-worker relationships

Rank

Work ethic

Home:

Rent or Own

House, apartment, etc

Mode of transportation

Living space

Address

Hometown

Inner Workings Of Your Character:

Secrets

Fears

Worries

Eating Habits

Food preferences

Sleep preferences

Work preferences

Book preferences

Music preferences

Introverted/extroverted

Optimist/pessimist

Hobbies

Pet peeves

Prejudices

Proud of

Biggest vulnerability

Embarrassed by

Worst memory

Best memory

Earliest memory

Fondest memory

Skilled at

Unskilled at

Attitude

Obsessions

Stresses

Addictions

Handicaps (physical)

Handicaps (emotional/psychological)

Allergies

Medical history

IQ

Temperament

Attitude

Perception and outlook on life

Desires

Regrets

Soft spots

Habits:

Verbal quirks

Physical quirks

Gestures

Work habits

Sleeping habits

Annoying habits

Irrational habits

Eating habits

Healthy habits

Unhealthy habits

Mannerisms

Drinking habits

Vices

Objects Kept In - And Why:

Their closet

Their bedroom

Their purse/bag

Their fridge

Their car

Their desk

Their pockets

Their junk drawer

Their glove compartment

Their backpack

Their locker

Their car trunk

Their wallet

Their suitcase

Favorites:

Favorite book

Favorite movie

Favorite hobby

Favorite animal

Favorite color

Favorite season

Favorite food

Favorite drink

Favorite time of day

Favorite song

Favorite music genre

Favorite memory

Favorite band

Favorite words

Favorite subject

Favorite number

Favorite TV-show

Favorite place

Least Favorite:

Least favorite book

Least favorite movie

Least favorite hobby

Least favorite animal

Least favorite color

Least favorite season

Least favorite food

Least favorite drink

Least favorite time of day

Least favorite song

Least favorite music genre

Least favorite memory

Least favorite band

Least favorite words

Least favorite subject

Least favorite number

Least favorite TV-show

Least favorite place

Other:

Talents

Political preference

Strengths

Flaws

Prized possessions

Special/favorite memories

Time and date of birth

What they love

What they hate

Social class

Sports/clubs

Blood type

Posture

Speech impediments

Spending habits

Reblog if you refrain from looking at pictures of Jefferey Dean Morgan and/or Andrew Lincoln in public places due to the utterly sexual sounds they evoke from you.

°Jax Imagine where he has a romantic day with the reader. Super fluffy!

The day had barely even started and I was ready to scream. Abel had woken up super early, interupting Jackson and I in the middle of a morning round.

Jax had to leave early to open TM. I had stopped by, leaving Abel with Tig, only to come back around to find that he gave him a shit ton of candy and soda.

So now here I was, at home with a cranky toddler who refused to go to sleep.

“Abel, honey, don’t touch that, please.” I asked of him.

It was a metal photo frame and I didn’t want him to hurt himself.

His bottom lip quivered as he plopped down on his diapered tush, throwing one hell of a screaming fit.

I tsked, feeling my own tears of frustration start, “Honey, c'mon now.” I went to him, picking him up.

He bent himself backwards from me, letting out a wail just as Jax walked through the door.

The smile he wore fell from his face. Concerned he rushed to us, “The hell’s goin’ on?”

He touched my back as I bursted into tears. Handing Abel over to him, I went to the bedroom to calm down.

10 minutes later, all was quiet and he stuck his head in the door. “Hey Darlin’.”

I sniffled, “Hey.”

He came in, squatting down in front of me, “What’s the matter, baby?”

I grabbed a pillow hugging it to me, “Nothing, just Abel and I frustrated. I’m killing Tig by the way.”

He laughed, taking the pillow from me so he could kneel between my legs. “Yeah, Mom told me. She came and took Abel for the weekend.”

I perked up slightly. “Just you and me?”

He smiled, leaning against me, “Just me and you, baby.”

I dipped my head, kissing him soundly. Just as I was about to pull away, he brought my face back down to him, his fingers in my hair.

His kisses were alway the best, making that light smacking noise as his lips pulled away from mine.

It was just, unf!

One last peck and he stood, pulling me up. “Now, I want you to get dressed in one of those cute dresses you like so much. I’ve got some plans for us.”

I couldn’t help the smile. It must’ve been contagious seeing how Jax’s smile was so big that the corner of his eyes crinkled.

I hugged him, excited as I went to pick out a dress. °°°°°° Jax was ready to go, outside smoking while waiting for me. I left the house, locking the door behind me. He leaned against his bike as I walked over to him, his eyes following up my legs and to my face.

He bit his lip, grunting while blowing out some smoke.

“You look great, baby.”

He offered his hand out to me, which I gladly took. Flicking his cigarette to the side, he pulled me to him, kissing me.

He ran a hand up my leg, it going under my dress and squeezing my backside.

I pulled back from the kiss, smacking his chest.

“The neighbors, Jackson!” I laughed.

“Just seeing if I had easy access Darlin’.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, but played along, “Jax, Sweetheart; with you, there’ll always be easy access.”

He laughed, kissing my cheek before handing me a helmet.

Jax climbed onto his bike, giving me his hand to help me balance. I sat behind him, easily sliding down to where my body was snug with his.

Starting the bike, he put up the kick stand, then took a hand running it up my thigh and under my dress again.

I shook my head, smacking his arm. He laughed loudly over the roar of the bike before pulling off onto the road. °°°°°° We rode for about 20 minutes, just to the outskirts of Charming where a great Italian restaurant was located.

Violetta’s was absolutely beautiful and smelt like fresh baked goods when we entered.

We were seated immediately, a booth in the far back where we could have our privacy.

As I scooched in, Jax pulled me to his side, putting his arm around my shoulder.

As we looked over the menu, he took his fingers, making tiny circles on my arm. Little things like that always relaxed me.

We ordered our food as soon as the waiter came. She took our menus then left us to ourselves.

I leaned over, kissing Jax on the cheek. “Thank you Sweetheart. I really appreciate this.”

He gave me his crooked grin, “Anything for you baby. You deserve this and more.”

I leaned into him more, practically snuggling him.

“So how’s everything with the club?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No talk about the club or work, Y/N. This is about just you and me spending quality, quiet time together.”

“Sorry Hun. It’s so weird not being surrounded by it.”

He nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink.

I looked around the restaurant, taking in the decor. I felt Jax tilt his head towards mine as he kissed the outer shell of my ear.

“You look really good, baby.” He commented.

It’s not that Jax never complimented me, because he did, but to just be able to focus on him and him alone was just amazing.

I blushed, putting a strand of hair behind my ear, “Thank you Jackson.”

He kissed down my neck, taking in a deep breath, smelling my perfume that I sprayed on before leaving.

“What’re you wearing?” He whispered, his lips never leaving my neck.

I bit my lip, “Southern Soul.”

He left multiple kisses and nips on my neck before going back to my ear.

“It smells awesome, baby. I could just eat you up.”

I had to hold back a moan. “Well, you can eat me later.”

And that’s when the damn waitress walked back up to our table with our food. She was a rather young girl and a deer caught in the headlights look at my comment.

My face heated as I cleared my throat. Jax’s chest rumbled with laughter as she placed the plates on the table and left.

He then busted out laughing, falling over to his side.

I pinched his hip, “You ass!” I hissed.

He sat back up, grabbing my chin and kissing me. “You’re so damn adorkable, baby.”

I mocked him while grabbing my fork. I spun my fork in the pasta that I’d ordered, bringing it to my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I moaned softly at how delicious it was. The pasta was al dente and the sauce spot on.

Jax cleared his throat. I opened my eyes and looked to him.

“What Sweetheart?” I asked, wiping my mouth.

“Uh… I’m kind of jealous of that pasta right now.”

I couldn’t help the snort that came out as I laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save some moans for you.”

He shook his head, “Promises, promises.”

We throughly enjoyed our meal and were more than ready for dessert.

I ordered Budino, an Italian custard, while Jax ordered a raspberry cheescake.

Jax took a small piece of raspberry and a piece of cake, bringing it to my mouth, “You gotta try this, baby.”

Shyly, I opened my mouth, taking the bite he offered. Jax’s eyes darkened as he pulled the fork from my mouth.

His other hand gripped my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

I chewed slowly, licking my lips as I swallowed. “Mmm, that is good!”

Jax’s resolve broke, him snapping for the check.

To be continued

NOTE: Alright, so the next imagine is a Jax Smut, so I figured that I’d continue this one with that request. Sound okay? 😄