#dad!tig trager x daughter!reader

[drakoneve]

Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

[rebelwrites]

You are super women

Tig Trager x Reader

“So I’ve put all the important numbers on the fridge” you smiled lovingly at your husband “you know like the police department and fire service”

“Look at mommy making jokes” Tig smirked is a stupid voice to your 1 year old “mommy thinks she’s funny”

“I’ve also put the schedule for Harry’s after school activities” you said leaning against the wall making sure you had your passport in your bag.

“So little faith in me doll” Tig laughed “I have looked after OUR children before”

“I know, I know I’m sorry” you said shaking your head “you are gonna be just fine”

“Too right we are and if not I can just dump them on your brother” he winked making you scowl “I’m joking baby”

“Hmmm” you nodded

“Now gimme some sugar and get you a-s-s out of here before you miss your flight” he smirked pouting his lips.

After giving him a living kiss you kissed both of your babies.

“Be good for daddy” you said to Harry.

“Will do mommy have a good trip” he smiled before running off into the living room.

“I expect at least two pictures of my smoking hot wife in a bikini” Tig winked before kissing your head “let me know when you land”

-

Days one and two went by without a single problem but as Tig woke up on day three he knew things were going to get rough.

Alice woke up screaming and wouldn’t stop crying and Harry wasn’t helping matter and to top it off it looked like a bomb had gone off in the house. And to top it all off he hadn’t gone food shopping.

After fighting with both kids they were now dressed and sat in the back of the SUV.

“Daddy I’m hungry” Harry moaned as Tig kept his eyes on the road as he drove to the clubhouse.

“I know buddy that’s why we are going to get food at the club before I take you to school” Tig nodded trying to keep his cool.

As soon as he pulled up he ran around to the side of the car where Harry was, unclipping his seatbelt and letting him run inside. Doing the same with Alice he scooped his crying daughter up into his arms, bouncing her as he walked trying to get her to calm down.

Walking into the club he saw Jax day with Harry both munching on some toast.

“Come on princess please stop crying, daddy has a headache” Tig sighed as he sat with Harry and Jax.

“Come to uncle Jackie” Jax grinned holding his arms out to take Alice, as soon as she was in his arms he stood up bouncing her as he wandered around the room “I know baby I’d cry too if I looked like your daddy, but don’t worry the Teller genes will kick in soon”

“I will shoot you, brother in law or not” Tig grumbled checking the time. “Come on Harry we need to go before you are late for school”

“But I wanna stay here with uncle Jackie” Harry pouted.

“You have to go to school buddy” Tig sighed

“Tell you what, how about I take you to school on my bike” Jax said, crouching in front of Harry.

“Really?” Harry gasped

“Yes buddy but we have to go now okay” Jax smiled passing Alice back to Tig.

-

The week was coming to an end and Tig knew you would be home in a couple of hours and the house looked like someone had ransacked the place.

“Uncle jackie” Harry shouted looking out the window.

“Go let him in buddy” Tig shouted from the kitchen running his hand through his hair, how was he going to get the house immaculate before you got home?

“Thought you might need a hand” Jax laughed as he held Harry upside down in his arms “I know my little sis runs a tight ship”

Over the next couple of hours both sons ran round the house picking rubbish up, wiping down surfaces and questioning how there was so much mess.

Flopping down on the sofa Tig let a tired sigh out and within minutes he was asleep.

“Guess you two monkies have taken advantage of your poor dad aye” Jax laughed before yawning himself. “How about we put a film and wait for mummy to get home?”

You climbed out of the taxi, smiling to yourself, you were home and you could wait to be back with your family. As much as you had an amazing time with your girls in Miami you were so glad to be home.

Shaking your head as you saw your brother's bike parked behind the SUV, you knew Jax would end up here at some point. Dragging your suitcase up the drive you entered your house to the only sound you could hear was toy story on the tv.

Walking into the living room you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the black bag pretty much over flowing in the corner of the room and 4 sleeping humans on the sofa.

Alice was snuggled up in Jax’s arms whilst Harry was laying across your husband, both Jax and Tig were snoring. Quickly snapping a picture of the cute moment you walked over to Tig gently brushing the hair out of his eyes before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. The movement caused his eyes to flutter open, a sleepy grin creeped onto his face as he saw you.

“You’re back” he mumbled.

“Yes baby I’m home” you smiled “I see the kids wore both you and Jax out”

“Just about, I don’t know how you do it doll?” Tig said as he carefully moved Harry off his lap before standing up pulling you into his arms.

“Do what?” You asked, taking in his scent.

“Working part time at the garage, keeping the house tidy, bills paid, kids fed and entertained” he said “I swear you are superwomen”

[drabbles-mc]

Family Dinner

Kozik x F!Reader (ft. Dad!Tig Trager)

Request by Anon: Can I request a sort of funny Kozik x female reader (who is Tig's badass daughter), where Tig has no idea that they're a thing until Gemma holds a dinner, and someone goes to offer reader a food they can't have due to a dairy intolerance, and Kozik informs them that she can't have it, and Tig pretty much interrogates him and is like, "how do you know that"? Has a big ol' moment of feeling betrayed and being mad as hell, but ultimately comes around to the idea.

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was a fun one! I did switch up the reveal a little bit but not too much. I haven’t written a heck of a lot for Tig as a character and having him play the protective dad role in this was really enjoyable to write. Hope you enjoy! xo

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You were shimmying back into your jeans, trying to pretend that you didn’t notice the way that his eyes were glued to you. You looked over as you fastened the button on them, “You going to Gemma’s later?”

He looked surprised at the question, “The dinner thing?” when you nodded in response, he sat upright, running his hand through his hair, “Am I…am I even invited?”

You laughed, nodding, “It’s a club thing. Of course you’re invited.”

“Yea but no one ever—”

“Does Gemma seem like the kind of woman who is gonna make a damn phone tree and call everyone she wants there?” you chuckled and shook your head, “Just come. It’s always a good time. Good food, too.”

You could see it on his face that he was trying to weigh out the pros and cons of it. Since he transferred into Samcro, things had gone smoothly for him for the most part. Pretty much everyone in the club was glad to have him back around again. However, the one person that wasn’t thrilled about his return, was the person that you knew he was worrying the most about.

“It’s not like you two are going to be alone in a room together,” you told him as you pulled your shirt down over your head, “We’re all gonna be there.”

“You think he won’t jump the table and try to beat the shit out of me in front of everyone?”

You laughed, knowing that that is exactly the kind of thing your father would do, “Just don’t say anything to piss him off.”

“Want me to be silent for the whole dinner, then?”

You smiled, shaking your head, “Give him a little credit, Koz. He’s better than he was when you first turned back up.”

“Pretty low fuckin’ bar.”

You walked back over to his bed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “Progress is progress,” you stroked your thumb along his cheek, “I’ll see you tonight?”

He sighed, giving in only because it was you, “Yea,” he rested his hand over yours, “I’ll be there.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead against his, “Thank you.”

You leaned in to give him one last quick peck on the lips before leaving, but he grabbed you and pulled you close, not letting you pull away. You laughed as you leaned into the kiss, bracing yourself on his shoulders.

When he finally let you go, he was smiling up at you, “Since I won’t be able to do that later.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked towards his bedroom door, “You could, but it’d be the last time you ever did.”

You left Kozik’s place, making your way back to the home that you were currently sharing with your father. You’d been looking for a place of your own, but nothing seemed to be quite the right fit. At this point, you figured you would probably just end up moving in with Kozik before too much longer. There were a few conversations that needed to happen before that, though, and you weren’t sure if you were quite ready to have them yet.

“Dad, you home?” you’d seen his bike in the driveway but the house was eerily quiet when you walked in.

“Yea,” he walked out of the bathroom, half of his face still splattered with shaving cream, “Everything okay?”

You laughed as you took in the way he looked, giving him a nod, “Yea, all good. Was just quiet in here. But now I see that you were very…focused.”

“It’s like sculpting The David, alright? Takes a lot of concentration.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Right. Something like that. Anyway, we still going to Gemma’s thing later?”

“Yea. I’m not getting in trouble for missing it.”

You laughed, “Figures.”

Surprisingly, Tig let you drive the both of you to Gemma’s place. Usually when you offered to drive it was met with a myriad of comments about how your driving would get the both of you killed. For some reason, though, he was feeling extra agreeable. You didn’t want to ruin it so you swiped the keys immediately and went out to the car.

When you rolled into the driveway, there were already a decent number of bikes parked out front. Your heart sped up a little bit when you spotted Kozik’s in the midst of them. You weren’t the only one who noticed, though. You heard Tig muttering something under his breath about how you can’t believe that someone invited him.

“He’s part of the club too, you know, Dad,” you said, a hint of defensiveness in your voice.

“Doesn’t mean that I gotta like him,” he responded as he stepped out of the car.

You sighed, getting out and shutting the door behind you, “Make everyone’s lives a whole lot easier if you did.”

He looked at you, eyes narrowed slightly, “Since when do you care?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off, “The less drama at family dinners, the better.”

It must’ve been a good enough excuse, because he let the topic drop. The two of you walked inside, welcomed by the sounds of a few different conversations happening throughout the house, and the smell of whatever Gemma was cooking wafting over from the kitchen. It really did feel like coming home.

You made your way around, saying hello and giving everyone a hug in greeting. You tried not to let Kozik’s embrace linger, but you had to admit that it was hard to pull away. It was getting harder and harder to keep things on the down-low with you two. You were needy and Kozik wasn’t someone that you would ever describe as particularly discreet.

“You need help with anything, Gemma?” you were scanning over everything that she had going on top of the stove and in the oven.

She took a deep breath, hands on her hips as she looked around the kitchen, “I don’t think so, sweetheart. Think we’ve got it all under control in here,” she nodded towards the cupboards, “Maybe get some plates out for me?”

You nodded, “Sure thing.”

While you were bringing the plates to the table, you could hear the murmur of conversations out in the living room. There was laughter and the clattering of beer bottles as the guys got into whatever shenanigans they had time for before the food was done. It’d been a while since everyone got together at Gemma’s, and you had to admit that it was needed.

You looked back into the kitchen and saw Kozik staring at you. You smiled, shaking your head slightly at him as you tried not to draw too much attention to it. The last thing you wanted to do was air out all of your business in the middle of Gemma’s house.

He was leaning back against the counter, watching as you gathered up silverware for the table as well. He opened his mouth to make a flirty remark, but immediately backpedaled when Tig walked into the room. He tore his eyes off of you, trying to look anywhere else.

When you came back from the table the second time, you saw that Gemma had stepped out of the kitchen. With a devious smile on your face, you grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and opened one of the pots on the stove. Gemma ran a tight ship, and that meant no sneaking any food before dinner. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

You assumed no one was watching you, Tig had his head in the fridge looking for a fresh beer bottle. You scooped a spoonful of whatever was filling the kitchen with a mouth-watering aroma. You never thought to ask Gemma what anything was—it was always good.

You blew on it, and just as you were about to take a bite Kozik spoke up, resting his hand on your arm to signal you to stop, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

You chuckled, “If you don’t snitch, Gemma won’t even know.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “It’s not that. Although…that’s another really good reason to not sneak it.”

“Why can’t I have it? Saving more for yourself?” you smiled.

His grin was contagious, “That’s a bonus, but no,” he gently took the spoon from your hands, “It’s got diary in it. It’ll make you sick.”

You groaned, hating that you were deprived of good things, “Fuck. Fine. Thanks for saving my stomach I guess.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh, “You’re welcome I guess.”

The two of you were laughing but you both stopped short when you saw the way that Tig was glaring at you, beer bottle gripped tight in his hand. His glance shifted from you over to Kozik, eyes boring into the man next to you.

“How’d you know that?”

He tried to be nonchalant about it, not wanting to pour fuel on the fire that was already set between the two of them, “Know what?”

Tig nodded towards the pot on the stove, “That that shit makes her sick.”

He’d never been good at coming up with lies on the spot, “She just, uh, I dunno. Must’ve mentioned it at some point.”

It wasn’t a convincing statement. And Tig had noticed how close the two of you stood, the way that you looked at each other. He wasn’t that oblivious. He wasn’t sure who he was more frustrated with in the moment. It was easier to be mad at Kozik, because he was always mad at him. But he couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t tell him something like this. Despite his own personal feelings, he was still your father and wanted to know what was going on with you.

Tig stepped forward, getting dangerously close to Kozik’s face, “You sleepin’ with my daughter?”

You huffed, trying to insert yourself between the two of them, “Dad, come on. We’re not doing this here.”

His eyes diverted back to you, “You didn’t think you should mention this to me at some point? How long has this shit been going on?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep things as level as possible, “I wanted to mention it, but for some reason I thought that it might not go over well.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, fingertips rapping against the neck of his beer bottle. He knew that you had a point—he didn’t exactly make himself the easiest person to talk to when it came to you dating in general, let alone dating Kozik. But still.

“Maybe that’s true,” he finally conceded.

You laughed, shaking your head. Your stubbornness was a genetic trait, “Yea. Maybe.”

His eyes searched your face for any hint of hesitation or discomfort, “He good to you?”

You nodded, not even needing a moment to think about the answer, “Of course.”

Tig gave you a slight nod before gently moving you to the side, once more getting too close for comfort to Kozik’s face, “You hurt her, it’ll be the last thing you ever fucking do. Got it?”

He nodded, wanting to force words out but not quite sure what to say, “Got it.”

“Good,” he stepped away, walking back towards the living room where the rest of the club was sitting.

You wanted to stay and enjoy the relief of not having to hide anymore, but you couldn’t. You pressed a quick kiss to Kozik’s lips before going to catch up with your dad, pulling him aside, “Hey. Thank you for, you know, not murdering him in the middle of Gemma’s kitchen.”

“The night isn’t over. There’s still time for that.”

You laughed, “Stop. He’s a good guy, Dad. I know you don’t wanna see it but—”

He cut you off, “You don’t gotta explain yourself to me. But if he fucks up I swear to god—”

“You’ll be the first to know. Promise,” you held your pinky out.

He locked his finger with yours, a smile on his face, “Good.”

You smiled, “I love you.”

He pulled you in for a hug, “I love you too.”

[the-dead-skwad]

Out of bounds X Tig Trager X Reader

Request from anon:  Tig trager x reader who is Clays daughter and she is super close to Gemma cause she pretty much raised her. Can the reader get in trouble from Clay for heavy flirting with Tig even know she really likes him.

I hope you like it. I’m feel like I go too extra sometimes. 

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, father daughter argument.

Heaving the crate of bottles onto the bar, made a loud clink when it landed. You turned to go back for the next crate. "Oh." you slammed straight into Tig chest. "I'm so sorry." 

“No problem doll." He smirked at you.

Taking a step back you left your hand on his chest for longer than you should "I errm.." You saw all the other guys as like brothers but there was something about him that just made you weak at the knees. 

"Need a hand?" The look on his face was so devilish, you could have melted.

"Sure thanks." You both left the bar for your truck.

He grabbed one of the many boxes "You coming tonight?" 

"Of course. Have I ever missed a party?" He had a few buttons open on his shirt and the sun light bounced off him perfectly. You bit you lip slightly.

He took a step closer to you "I have an idea, why don't you--"

"Not for you Tig!" Her voice cut him off. "She's out of bounds." 

You spun to face her "Hey mom." 

She walked closer pulling you in for a hug and then turned to Tig "My baby is off limits. You know Clay will chop your balls off." 

"Yes ma'am." He nodded, giving you a slight wink  and walked back to the club.

She grabbed a box to help you "You gotta be careful you know?" 

"I know, but I can't help it."

"Well can you not help it with anyone else? If your dad found out, christ I don't even want to think about it!" 

You smiled as you pushed the door open with your ass "A girl got needs and besides when it comes to my type I got that from you."  

She chuckled "You may not be mine but god you're like a mini me." 

"Thanks mom." 

"That wasn't a compliment. Anyway, finish unloading your truck. I'll be picking you up about 7."

-- Straightening your dress out you smiled in the mirror. You had put quite a bit of effort in this look, the dress hugged your curves perfectly and the emerald green colour complimented your dyed ginger hair which flowed in loose curls past your shoulders. Your makeup had never looked so perfect and your doc martens topped the whole outfit off. After all you had never really been a heels kind of girl. 

Gemma's car horn made you jump. You turned off the music, finished your beer, grabbed your bag and headed out. 

"Oh baby, you look amazing." She shouted out the open car window.  

You almost skipped down the path way "Thanks mom." You hopped in the car and she sped off to the club. 

Because you had all set up earlier the club was already blasting out music and croweaters where piling in. Looking at all the beautiful half naked women made you nervous. You knew the guy you wanted slept with so many of these women. You were no match to them and you're sure all he wanted was sex from you. 

Gemma looked over at you and sighed "Look baby, I know how you feel and even though I always say your dad would kill you. Which he would. But you can't help who you like and if you wonna go for it I'm happy for you. Please be careful."

"I don't think I'm going to.." You pulled on your dress a little "I'm no match for these women."

Her head whipped round to stare at you "Are you joking? You seriously think your have any competition here. Sweetie you are Y/N Morrow and the most beautiful woman in Charming." She kissed you on the forehead "Now, hold your head high like a true Morrow, go in there and kill it." 

"Yes ma'am." You both smiled at each other before you strutted into the bar together. 

"I'll try my hardest to keep your dad out the way." She kissed your head again before going to find Clay. 

As soon as you walked in your saw him, over in the corner already got two women practically eating off him. He wasn't yours in any way but god it hurt. You walked to the bar and leaned over it making sure you ass stuck out and the dress barley clung on. 

"Hey you." Your friend Elle was on the bar tonight. "How you doin sugar?" 

"I'm okay thanks, I'm going for it tonight." 

"Oh shit.. two shots then?" 

You nodded "Make sure they're strong." 

She slid them over to you followed by a beer "Make sure you tell me everything tomorrow over hungover coffee!" 

You blew her a kiss before turning to look at the rest of the club. "Hey!" To hands grabbed hold of your shoulders making you jump out of your skin. 

You spun to face them "Fuck sake Jax!" You hit him on the arm. 

He chuckled at you "Could there be a reason my little sister looks like this?" 

"I'll dress how I like thank you very much." You picked up both of your shots and drank them, one after the other. 

He raised his eyebrows "And drink as much as she wants?" 

"You got it!" 

As you joked with Jax a croweater looked you up and down like you were pure trash. She walked over to the table Tig sat at. You took in a deep breath "I know what I gotta do." 

"You gonna make a fool of yourself?" 

You smiled at Jax "Oh definitely." You spun back to the bar "Hey Elle! Get me a whole tray." 

"Has this ever worked for you?" Jax knew he'd be peeling you off the floor later.

"More than you know." 

He held his hands up "Alright, I don't want to know." 

You took the tray and walked over to the table he was sat at. You pushed the empty bottles away with the tray making a few of them tip on the croweaters. 

They jumped up and looked at you "What's your problem?" 

"You don't want this fight ladies." 

They turned to Tig like he was going to defend them. He looked you straight in the eye and smiled "Fuck off." They looked at you as though they had won. He looked up at them with a dead straight face "I said fuck off." 

You sat on the cushioned bench next to him, you crossed over your leg and lit a smoke. "You ready old man?" 

He raised the first shot with you "You're going down little girl." 

You downed the shot, the smooth whiskey went down like a treat. The burn was almost comforting. "I aint a little girl any more." 

He looked up and down your body "That's damn right." 

After around 10 shots you were in high spirits. The trick was so not have them all at once and you wouldn't black out in 30 minutes. You were facing Tig and somehow your leg had managed to make its way across his. You both got on like a house on fire. Laughing and joking your had another shot. "Keep up Tiggy.” You giggled. 

He brushed your hair off the shoulder closest to him "Oh don't worry baby. I can go for hours." He placed a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

All of a sudden a loud voice came from across the bar "What the hell are you doing!" 

Your eyes widened "Oh shit!" You turned to see your Clay marching across the club. 

He pushed the table over making the few shots you had left go flying. He grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of your seat. "What do you think your doing?" 

"I'm having fun." 

"Fun!" He was shouting in your face "You can't be throwing your self at these guys! Show some respect for yourself!"  

"Excuse me?" You were shouting now. 

"Did I stutter!" 

You snatched your arm out his hand "I'm not a child anymore. I know you mean well but if I want to like a man I fucking will!" 

"I'm your dad and I tell you what you do. I want you to find a real man, not someone to just sleep with."

"Like hell you do! It's none of your business who I sleep with and who said I wanted to just sleep with him!" But this point the whole bar was silent except for prospect throwing up in the corner. You were so angry your body was shaking.

"What?" His face had gotten more red that you had ever seen. 

"You keep me in this life and then expect me to not get feelings for someone I have known almost my whole life. If I wonna be with this guy I will be!" 

He really wasn't sure what to say, you could see the vein in his head pulsing. He looked at you for a second then walked out the club flipping a table over on his way out. 

You put you hands on your hips and breathed. Tig stood from the table "Shows over everyone." The music and talking started up again. He passed you a smoke and lit it for you. "You okay?" 

"Yeah, he's just had a lot to drink."

"You may have the beautiful looks from your mom but jesus you're as hot headed as him." He pulled you in for a hug. "Go get some fresh air and I'll bring you a drink." 

You breathed in the smoke as the cold air calmed you down. Tig came out and passed you your drink. "Thank you." You stood in silence for a moment. "Look, I'm sorry. I was so angry, I screamed out my feelings for you to the whole club without even considering what place that would put you in." 

"Yeahhh, not really something I was expecting." 

You smiled at him "You don't need to feel the same. Wish it had been a better situation." 

"So you really like me?" 

Your heart was beating so hard, you never saw your self ain this place. You seriously thought you were just going to sleep with him "Err, yeah I do." 

"Oh thank fuck." He launched forward and smashed his lips against yours. Without even thinking you kissed back, putting your hands in his perfect curly locks. 

He lifted you up and pushed you against the wall behind you. You leaned back to take a breath "So, you feel the same?" 

"Hell yeah." He smiled back into the kiss. This was going to be one hell of a night.

[come-join-themurder]

Obsessive - Part 32 - The Finale

The stalker is in Juice’s home and has attacked (Y/N). Can Juice intervene before its too late?

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

A/N: Its been a wild ride, you guys. Thanks so much for supporting the story and giving me your feedback. I enjoyed hearing all the theories about what was going on, (from Jax and YN playing with a ouija board when they were little, to the intruder actually being ant-man), the commentary has been hilarious, and I loved every minute of it. I always said I wouldn’t write Juice unless the idea was good and this one was great, given to me by none other than @codenamekaraortiz. Yup, it was her little seed that she planted in my brain and let me grow it. I hope I did your idea justice love. And I’m sorry for tricking you guys with that fake finale, but I am a prankster deep down and it was really fun writing that ‘alternate ending’ lol. I’m a Tig girl, I can’t help myself! Thanks for sticking with me anyway, dolls, and I hope this finale is well worth the little trick I played on you earlier!!! -CJTM **Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine) __________________

You woke up being jerked up from the couch by your hair, pain radiating through your head and neck as you struggled to find your feet and your voice. You heard Juice yell out, “Let her go!” and then you were stricken with fear. You knew without seeing him that John Howard was who had grabbed you. A thousand thoughts crossed through your mind in a matter of seconds. How did he find you here? What did he want with you now? Why was he so obsessed with getting to you? You yelped in pain as you were pulled backwards away from Juice. “J-JUICE!” You screamed a bloodcurdling scream, struggling against the perpetrator who had you by the hair, still trying to drag you away. Juice charged at the man, stopping short just as you felt something cold against your temple. A gun barrel.

“I will shoot your precious girlfriend in the head if you don’t BACK OFF Juan Carlos!” The man bellowed. “You took my gun?” he asked, his voice trembling. You looked up at Juice’s face, tears filling your eyes the same as they did his. All of a sudden you heard something behind you, and John must have as well as he let you go, spinning around to point his gun at Tig who appeared in the hall, boxers and kutte only, with his gun raised. As soon as you hit the ground you clawed your way to Juice who dropped to his knees to check on you. “Are you okay?” he panted, looking you over frantically. You couldn’t speak over your own breathing so you nodded, the floodgates opening as you began to sob. That moment was broken up when a gunshot rang throughout the house, John had fired his weapon.

“Tig!” Juice screamed, standing up to see that Tig had taken cover behind the living room wall. You scurried behind Juice as John turned back to face you, “She belongs to ME!” He screamed, making to lunge at you when another gunshot rang out, this time from Tig’s gun, hitting John in the leg. Juice sprang forward, tackling John to the ground and knocking the gun out of his hand. You screamed as the two of them struggled, Juice landing a few punches, then John getting the upper hand and landing a couple more. Tig rushed to your side, “We gotta get you out of here,” he spoke hastily, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet before grabbing the gun that has skittered across the floor and tucking it in his kutte. “No!” you struggled, “I can’t leave him!” you blubbered through tears.

“Doll I have one job that’s to keep you safe now let’s GO!” he urged, pulling your hand to take you away from the brawl that was going down in Juice’s living room.

 Tig pulled you out the front door, grabbing his phone out of his kutte that he wore over his naked back, and hitting #2 on the speed dial which called Clay. Clay picked up on the first ring. “She’s fine.” “He’s here, brother.” “Yeah you need to get here, now!” Tig implored your father before ending the call. As he lowered the phone from his ear there was a crashing sound from inside and you turned to run back inside, your arm pulled backward by none other than Mr. Trager himself. “I have to go!” you pleaded with him, “He’ll kill Juice!”

“I can’t let you go in there, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” You collapsed into a sobbing mess as you continued to hear the yells and crashes from inside the room, followed by motorcycle engines coming up the block.

Juice was battered and bruised. He was bleeding from his mouth and his nose, his knuckles busted up and his hand was most likely broken as he traded blows with the intruder in his home. He didn’t care about himself, he didn’t even care about winning the fight, he just hoped he could distract your attacker long enough for help to arrive. He was only worried about keeping him away from you.

Both men were exhausted, throwing punch after punch, rolling on the floor, returning to their feet and standing toe to toe before going back to the ground again. Juice punched John several times in the gunshot wound to his leg, causing him to yell out in agony as he assaulted the wound. Juice could hear you yelling for him outside the house, Tig’s even louder voice accompanying yours. He was comforted momentarily by the thought that you were safe outside with Tig as he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, looking down to see blood pouring from his stomach. John had stabbed him.

The stinging was replaced with a white hot fire coming from the site of the bleeding as his vision blurred. He saw John grin, standing up and dusting himself off, “Time to go get my girl,” he taunted, panting, and headed towards the front door.

 You were crying into Tig’s shoulder as your father, Jax, and Chibs came running up. All of a sudden the front door opened and you blearily turned to see who was stepping out of the house. Tig, Clay, Jax, and Chibs stood, drawing their guns in the direction of the backlit body in the doorway. You didn’t have to see his face to know it wasn’t Juice. You wailed, stumbling to your feet to charge the man between you and your lover when he lurched forward, toppling down the front steps with Juice Ortiz standing behind him, panting breathlessly as John Howard thudded to a stop on the ground in front of you.

Juice dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach. As everything went black, your screams were the last thing he heard.

 “JUICE!” You cried, sprinting to his side and looking him over. He was bleeding profusely and you didn’t have to be a doctor to know he didn’t have long before he would bleed out. “Somebody do something!” you screamed, shaking him, trying to get him to remain conscious, “HELP!”

Tig, Clay, Jax and Chibs stood gaping at the scene, not sure of what to do.

“You have to DO SOMETHING,” you yelled at them through tears. 

All of a sudden, you saw the body of John Howard resurrected, standing up and turning towards you, “You BITCH!” he yelled, raising a fist before three gunshots rang out and he jolted, falling to the ground again, this time for good. As Jax, Clay and Tig each put their guns away, Clay pulled out his phone and called 911. You cradled Juice’s lifeless head in your lap as you sobbed over his body and Chibs rushed over to start attending to his wounds. 

 xXxXxXx

 “Good morning,” a sweet voice called as he stirred, waking from a long and very strange dream. Juice opened his eyes to see you, sitting by his bedside in a hospital room. The pain in his stomach was the next sensation he discovered, wincing as he moved to get a better look at you. “Hey…” he spoke feebly, his voice as beat up as his face, body, and hands.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, typing a text to Jax, letting him know Juice was awake, before putting your phone away and standing to walk over to his side.

“I feel like I fought a crazed lunatic,” he smirked, resting his head back against his pillow as you took his hand.

“You saved my life, Juice,” you told him earnestly, “I can never repay you for it.” “Yeah, well,” he blushed a bit, “maybe a kiss is a good start,” he smiled and you leaned down to plant one on his lips, his hand finding the side of your face as he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth.

 A whistle broke the two of you apart and you looked at Juice to see his blush was strong now, your cheeks adopting their own shade of crimson as well. Jax, Tig, Chibs, Clay, Gemma and Bobby were filing into the room followed by Tara who was making her rounds, filling in for a colleague, and was there to check on him for the morning.

“Hey guys,” Juice grinned, trying to sit up and waving his casted hand at the horde standing before him. He was obviously happy to see his family, and you couldn’t blame him, you were happy to see them too.    “Juice,” your dad spoke sternly, causing you and he to furrow your brows at Clay’s complicated response. Clay walked to his bedside, frustration and disappointment in his eyes as he stood beside you and looked down at your boyfriend. Juice was visibly tormented, gulping loudly as Clay huffed heavily, “I can’t believe….” he trailed off, “that you would lay your life on the line to protect my baby girl,” Clay smiled. “I had doubts about you. I didn’t think your head was in the right place. I didn’t think you would put yourself between (Y/N) and danger but you proved me wrong. There’s no better man I’d rather have for my daughter than you, Juice.” Juice reached his hand out and Clay slapped it away, leaning down to hug the younger man as the rest of your family in the room ‘awwed’ and ‘whooped’.

[1-800-imagines]

Masterlist

Finally Finished! Here’s the full Masterlist in all its glory!

Suicide Squad

The Joker

1

2

3

4

5

Doctor / Part 2

Harley’s Sister

Boss Man

Joker’s Daughter

Stolen NSFW

Concert (Preference)

Bad Day NSFW

Being a Daddy (Preference)

Jealous

Phone Calls NSFW

Boss Man

Materials

Scars

Digger Harkness ‘Captain Boomerang’

Fluff

1

Chato Santana ‘El Diablo’

1

2

True Blood

Eric Northman

1

2

3

4

5

6

Hurt

Fluff

Jealous

Alcide Hervaux

1

Jealous

Fluff

Jason Stackhouse

1

2

Family (Preference)

Fluff

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Addictive (Semi NSFW)

Jealous NSFW

Downwards Dog NSFW

1

2

3

4

5

Ice Cream

Fluff

Family Fluff

Boxing NSFW

Drabble

Chibs Telford

Little Sister

Jealous

Baby

1

Juice Ortiz

1

I love you (preference)

Being his wife (preference)

Chibs’ Niece

Happy Lowman

1

Competing 

Fluff

Opie Winston

1

Herman Kozik

Baby Girl

Competing

Tig Trager

Flangst

Shameless

Carl Gallagher

1

2

3

4

5

6

Lip Gallagher

1

2

3

4

5

6  (Halloween)

7 (Dad!Lip)

8

9

10 NSFW

Ian Gallagher

1

13 Reasons Why

Justin Foley

1

Dating him (Preference)

Montgomery de la Cruz

Dating him (Preference)

Supernatural

John & Dean Winchester

Choices

Dean Winchester

Serial Killer

Proverbial Dog House

Meeting Daddy / Part 2

1

2 (Dad!Dean)

3

Fluff

John Winchester

Angst

These Days

Sam Winchester

1

Random

Turkey Day

Being Bobby’s Daughter (Preference)

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow

Homecoming

1

2

Leaving

Flangst

Twin

Jaime Lannister

Flangst

1

2

xStark!Reader

Tommen Baratheon

Hurt

Fluff

1

Being Married (Preference)

Unique / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Tyrion Lannister

Book Room

Stealing Books

1

Robb Stark

Dating Him (Preference)

Birth

Flangst

Grenn

1

Lost

Theon Greyjoy

1

2

Trapped

Sansa Stark

1 NSFW

Sandor Clegane

Mine NSFW

Fluff

1

Oberyn Martell

1

Angst

Bran Stark

Fallen

Come Back to Me

Lots of people

Making you cry

Original Character

Lyanna Baratheon

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Daryl’s Baby

Dating Him (Preference)

Jealous

1

Saving Grace

Shane Walsh

Dating Him (Preference)

Carol Peletier

Her Long Lost Daughter

Carl Grimes

Dating Him (Preference)

Negan

Marvel

Tony Stark

First Christmas (Preference)

1

OC Hadley Stark

Family Fluff

Loki Laufeyson

1

Thor Odinson

Fluff

Clint Barton

1

Peter Quill

Fluff

Headcanon

How they fight for your attention

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

1

Jughead Jones

1

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

1

2

Klaus Mikealson

1

2

Grey’s Anatomy

Alex Karev

Anxiety Attack

Oh Baby

Daughter 2

Shooter

1 / Part 2 NSFW

Derek Shepherd

Car Crash 

Teen Wolf

Isaac Lahey

1

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

1

Headcanons

Cuddling

Reign

Francis

1

Twilight

Carlisle & Esme

Being Their Daughter (Preference)

Paul Lahote

1

Star Wars

Kylo Ren

1

Dirty Dancing

Johnny Castle

Be My Baby

Here ya go lovelies! Enjoy.

[drabbles-mc]

Try Again

Kozik x OFC (Tawnie Trager) (ft. Dad!Tig Trager)

Request by Anon: Kozik x female reader, where reader is Tig's first daughter (bit older than the twins, called Tawnie for lols) and no-one knows they're together, until Kozik overhears Gemma question Tawnie about the hickeys - who is like "I'm not sure whether to be mad that they're there, or mad that they're not that good" and then Kozik is pretty much like, 'challenge accepted', and Tig catches them when Kozik tries to leave better ones...?

Prequel can be found Here

Warnings: language, alcohol, slight steam

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I changed it to an OFC because the prompt felt almost a little too specific to keep it as a reader-insert lol. Hope you don’t mind! Also, y’all really like seeing Kozik come within an inch of his life with Dad!Tig lmaoooo love it

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She walked into the office with a box of files in her hands. Setting it down on Gemma’s desk, she let out a sigh. Rolling and cracking her neck, she pulled her hair back for a moment to help cool down. Normally she wouldn’t be caught dead with her hair down in the middle of summer, but things had gotten a little heated the night before and Kozik had left a scattering of hickeys on the side of her neck. The rule was always to keep it below the collar but they both got a little wrapped up in things. It wasn’t a huge deal when it happened for him—he could blame it on any of the women who hung around the clubhouse. But for her it was a bit of a tougher situation.

Her father had made it clear from the get-go that she and both of her sisters were off-limits to every man in the club. Even men who were friends of the club. No one was to do so much as toss a wink or a potentially flirtatious comment their way. And for as much as she tried to tell her father that he was being ridiculous, that she was a grown woman who could and would make her own decisions, he never budged. After all, Tig had never been known for being a man to compromise.

So it was bad enough that she was sneaking behind her father’s back with someone in the club. What made it even worse was the fact that it was the one person in the MC that he couldn’t stand. She didn’t even remember how her and Kozik fell into the situation that they were in. He was always friendly with her, but he was one of the most cautious around her because he knew that Tig wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in him if he so much as thought Kozik was hitting on his daughter. And yet, somehow that flipped completely around and the two of them were sneaking off whenever the situation allowed for it.

The last few months were playing at hyper-speed in her mind as she let herself breathe for a moment in the privacy of Gemma’s office. She was staring blankly down at the box that she had just brought in, too zoned out to notice the fact that Gemma had walked in behind her.

“Well, well, well,” Gemma chuckled as she walked up behind her, “What’d you get yourself into last night, T?”

Fear shot down her spine and she instantly let her hair go, “What?”

Gemma shook her head, “Too late to hide it now, sweetheart,” she brushed her hair out of the way to get a better look at her neck, “Since you’re busted, you gotta tell me,” she leaned back against the desk, “Who done it, Tawnie?”

She rolled her eyes, “You cannot tell my dad.”

Gemma chuckled, “What Tig doesn’t know won’t hurt him. So,” she nudged Tawnie’s shoulder, “spill the beans, sweetheart.”

Kozik was about to walk in to ask Gemma about something when he heard the two of them talking. He stopped himself, lurking right outside the door. He was curious to see how the conversation was going to go—he wanted to know if Tawnie would actually confide in someone about the two of them. He’d been good, he hadn’t told a single soul about the two of them being together. It was too small of a town and word traveled way too fast. His days were numbered as it was and he didn’t want to shorten his lifespan any more than necessary by having Tig find out that he was hooking up with his daughter.

Tawnie sighed, running her hands down her face, “Kozik.”

Gemma’s eyes went wide, “Honey, why do you want him to get the shit kicked out of him?”

She laughed, “I don’t! I don’t. Please, please don’t tell my dad.”

“I won’t,” Gemma shook her head slightly, “How’d that happen, anyway?”

She shrugged, feeling the heat rise slightly in her cheeks, “I don’t really know. It all sorta just…fell together.”

“How long?”

She paused, not wanting to admit how long they’d been hiding it, “Couple months.”

“A couple months?” Gemma chuckled and shook her head, “You’ve been sneaking around for a couple months and the man still can’t leave a proper hickey?”

She laughed, giving her a playful shove, “Gemma!”

“What? I’m just saying,” she glanced at her neck, “I could leave a better one than that. And your father would be much less pissed off about it.”

“You gonna give him a how-to manual, Gemma?”

She shook her head, “That’s something he’s gotta learn on his own, sweetheart.”

She laughed, “Is that something you’d like updates on?”

Gemma smiled as she fixed Tawnie’s hair, covering back up the marks on her neck, “You won’t need to tell me—I’ll see it for myself.”

There were a few beats of silence before she spoke up again, “Thank you for, y’know, not ratting me out to my dad.”

She smiled, “The girls gotta stick together.”

Taking that as her cue to leave, Tawnie made her way towards the office door. Kozik heard the sound of her footsteps and tried to back off enough so that it wouldn’t seem obvious that he was waiting right outside the door for her. Despite the distance, though, his face gave him away. She could tell from his expression that he was trying to cover for himself, which meant that he had most definitely heard her conversation with Gemma. She felt a little bad, but she also wanted to see what he was going to say.

“Oh, hey,” she smiled, tilting her head slightly, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yea, I’m…I’m good. Is, uh, is Gemma in there?”

So he was going to play it off for the time being. Two could play at that game. She nodded, “Yea, just got in.”

“Alright, cool. Thanks. I’ll see you later?”

She nodded, “Yea of course. You gonna be around tonight for the party?”

“Are you?”

She smiled, “I think so.”

A smirk passed over his face for a moment, “Then I think so too.”

The day went by quickly. She kept herself busy with random things around the garage and the clubhouse. Normally she’d be getting her hands dirty working on whatever needed repairs, but if she couldn’t tie her hair back out of the way, she wasn’t even going to bother. It would’ve been more trouble than it was worth.

She was helping bring in a few cases of beer as people started showing up for the party. It was dark out by that point, music and loud conversations already starting to flow out through the walls of the clubhouse. She smiled and shook her head to herself as she bumped the door open with her hip.

“T,” Jax appeared on the other side of the bar from her and gave his most charming smile, “grab me a beer, please?”

She rolled her eyes but did as he asked. She popped the top off of it before handing it to him, “I’m not a bartender, Teller.”

“If you’re on that side of the bar, you’re a bartender. Those are the rules.”

She laughed and shook her head before grabbing a beer for herself, “Guess you can carry your own shit in next time.”

Making her way back to the side of the bar that wouldn’t land her with more responsibilities, she looked around the clubhouse. Everyone was hanging out having a good time. A few of the guys were playing pool, and some of them already had women draped over their laps. She chuckled as she sat herself down on a stool at the bar. Pressing the beer bottle to her lips, she silently looked for Kozik in the midst of the chaos.

They locked eyes from across the room. He was sitting on the sofa, one of the women from Cara Cara tucked underneath his arm. She almost felt herself getting jealous, but when he smiled at her all of those feelings faded away. They both knew that the price of keeping their relationship a secret was having to allow a certain amount of flirtation from the people around them. He never got too close with any of the women who hung around the clubhouse, but he couldn’t be too cold and dismissive without at least one of the guys giving him shit about it.

Tawnie refused to break eye contact as she took a long drink from her beer bottle. She could see it in his eyes that even though the party had barely started, he already wanted to leave with her. She would’ve been up for that, too, if he asked. But she knew that he wouldn’t. She contented herself with keeping an eye on everyone around her.

Tig walked up, throwing a loving arm around his daughter’s shoulders, “How you doin’, doll?”

She chuckled and leaned against him for a moment, giving him a side-hug, “I’m good, Dad. Enjoying the party?”

“Always,” he laughed, “But are you?”

She chuckled, nodding, “You know me—I’m more than happy to just sit back and watch everyone else get into trouble.”

“Good way to stay out of it.”

“Exactly,” she gave him a playful nudge, “Go keep the boys in line, alright?”

He smiled, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head, “Love you, T.”

“Love you too,” she laughed as he took off into the fray of things.

Once the party had really gotten underway, Kozik made his way over to her. It felt safer to be closer when there was so much else going on around them—they weren’t on anyone’s radar. He leaned in close so that only she could hear him. At first it was just jokes, off-hand comments about what was going on around them. She’d laugh and shake her head, and Kozik could swear that he’d never heard a better sound.

“Think we could sneak out for a bit?” he asked.

She looked at him, eyebrows raised, “Oh?”

He nodded, “Yea,” he pushed her hair back behind her shoulder, “because apparently I have some work to make up for.”

Heat rushed to her face and she wanted to hide behind her hands. Even though she knew that he had heard the conversation with Gemma, talking about it was an entirely different thing. She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her face.

“I didn’t say—”

“Don’t even,” he laughed and shook his head.

She laughed as well, knowing that there was no trying to soften the blow to his ego. He seemed to be handling it just fine, though. They both looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them before sneaking back towards the dorms.

Once they were in the hall, out of the main cluster of the clubhouse, Kozik instantly had his hands all over her. He walked up behind her, sliding his hands up her sides beneath her top. Without thinking about it, she melted back into him, reaching back with one hand to trail her fingers down the side of his face. His fingers gripped onto her side as he kissed along her shoulder. He spun her around so that her chest was pressed against his, pushing her back against the wall.

He crashed his lips into hers as he pinned her to the wall. She gripped the edges of his kutte and attempted to pull him as close as she possibly could. They knew it was reckless to not even bother waiting to get to his dorm, but she wasn’t in the mood to be telling him to stop. Any and all responsible thoughts left her brain the second he bit down on her bottom lip.

He pulled his lips off of hers, trailing them down along her jaw and peppering her with kisses all along the way. She couldn’t help but to smile as he placed a kiss on her neck, “Gonna give it another shot?”

His laughter vibrated against her skin, “I feel like I have to. Can’t let Gemma disrespect me like that.”

She laughed and was about to make a smart remark when she felt his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, eyes fluttering shut as his hand slipped up the front of her shirt as he continued to suck a dark mark into the side of her throat. His name was about to fall from her lips in a quiet moan when their moment was interrupted.

“What the fuck is this?” Tig snapped, eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

Kozik immediately backpedaled, nearly plastering himself against the opposite wall from Tig’s daughter. Tawnie’s face was flushed, hair and shirt a mess as she tried to look anywhere but into the eyes of her dad. She knew it was their own doing, but she still didn’t want to have to have this conversation with him.

“You’re a dead motherfucker,” within a split second Tig was charging at Kozik,

“Dad!” Tawnie jumped in, barely being able to wedge herself between the two men before serious damage was done, “Dad, stop!” she shoved him backwards with all the strength she could muster.

Tig’s chest was heaving as he looked down at his daughter, “What the fuck, T?”

“You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t see,” she sounded much more confident than she really felt.

“This,” he pointed at Kozik, “is not a good choice, Tawnie.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!”

Kozik’s eyes were bouncing back and forth between the two Tragers. It wasn’t often that he saw Tawnie get heated and defensive about things. He’d certainly never pictured her speaking like that to her own father. He wanted to step in and say something but he had the feeling that that was only going to make it worse.

“And you,” Tig’s eyes bored into his, “what the fuck are you thinking?!”

It was hard to try and sound tough when Tawnie was the only thing standing between him and getting his ass beat. He still tried, though. He rested his hands protectively on her shoulders and looked directly into Tig’s eyes.

“I’m think that she’s right. That you don’t get to make that decision for us.”

“For us?” Tig stepped in closer, his blood boiling.

“I’m an adult, Dad,” Tawnie was shaking her head, “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you get to criticize who I’m seeing when you were about to bring some random woman back to your dorm,” she cocked one eyebrow.

That got Tig to recoil a bit. He hooked his thumbs onto his belt-loops, trying to figure out what he wanted his next move to be. After a few moments of incredibly tense silence, he looked back at his daughter, “We aren’t done talking about this.”

Before she could try to give any kind of sass in return, Tig turned around and headed back towards the main part of the clubhouse, the woman he was about to whisk away following suit. Tawnie let out a deep sigh of relief as she leaned back against Kozik, taking comfort in the feeling of his arms draped over her shoulders as he kissed the top of her forehead.

“Did you think you were gonna die?” she laughed.

He chuckled, loosely wrapping his arms around her neck as he pulled her back against him, “For a second, yea.”

“My last resort would’ve been telling him that Gemma told you to do it,” she tilted her head back so she could look up at him.

He smiled down at her, “I kinda wish that you did, just so we could see his reaction.”

“He still might’ve killed you.”

“Maybe,” he sighed as he rested his forehead lightly against the back of her head.

“Does this mean you’re going to bail on your redemption plans?”

He slid his hands down so that they were resting on her hips again. Without a word he turned her and began pushing her down the hall in the direction of his dorm. She laughed as she let herself be guided down the row of doors.

“I don’t give up that easy,” he laughed quietly as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

[come-join-themurder]

“Before the Lockdown” Reader walks in on Happy changing. Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . It was an evening like any other when you were a part of the SAMCRO family, sitting around the bar, drinking, talking shit, playing pool. Your dad, Piney, was nursing his third drink and you had had one too many, the urge to use the restroom quickly overcoming you as you jumped up, "Gotta pee!" you announced to the whole room who pretty much ignored you as you walked down towards the hall to the toilet. You were just tipsy enough that you had to focus on your steps to walk straight but you weren't quite too drunk to walk unassisted yet, although you definitely planned to get that way ASAP. Your day had been hell trying to help Gemma get things ready for the lockdown that would be coming up soon. You had been raised around the club so these types of situations were not new to you. You grumbled at the thought of all those patches surrounding you. You always had a tiny bit of penis envy over the fact that you couldn't patch in yourself, jealous of your brother, Opie, who had began prospecting as soon as he was old enough to ride. The guys were nice enough though, they still included you, didn't treat you like the old ladies or hang arounds and crow eaters. You weren't just Piney's daughter you were family to everyone. You rounded the corner down the hall and walked up to the bathroom door, trying to twist the knob but it was locked, you banged your fist against the door, "I need to pee!" you bellowed and you heard Tig on the other side and some hushed whispers before he replied, "Bathroom is taken doll!" He wasn't going to be out anytime soon, you figured he had a girl in there with him, probably blowing him cause he did that a lot, although usually he didn't mind being out in the open. You wondered what made him change his mind as you wandered down the hall to the back bedroom where you knew there was another restroom. You stomped up to the door and kicked it open with force, you really needed to use the restroom. "SHIT!" a voice rang out as you stepped inside the room and you jerked your head to the left to see him pulling his boxers up just in time to cover himself before you saw anything. Your eyes widened and you froze, "Sorry!" you belted out, throwing your hands up in defense to let him know you didn't mean to barge in on him. If there was one man you didn't want to piss off this was him, Happy Lowman. He was stepping into his jeans and buttoning them frustratedly when you spoke again, "I-I didn't see anything!" you called out, still frozen and staring at him, he mumbled something and looked down, threading his belt through his belt loops and your eyes wandered to his torso, beads of water were left behind from what you could only assume was a shower he had just taken. They glistened on his abs and chiseled chest like diamonds making his tattoos pop out at you and you swallowed hard. You never noticed how good looking he was until now, your eyes studying each of his tattoos, and you were both aroused and a little worried that he was going to be angry at you at the same time. "You didn't see anything?" he growled from in front of you, he was now fully clothed and you realized that you must've been day dreaming for a few seconds in order to keep from noticing him pulling on his REAPER CREW shirt and stepping closer to you. His eyes didn't seem angry to you, you didn't really know what they were, but he just stared down at you and you gulped, nodding your head, "Nothing," you managed to say before stepping back, "I just need to use the restroom," you pointed to the door at the opposite end of the room and he nodded, excusing you from the awkward moment that had just taken place and you gratefully shrunk away from him, scurrying to the bathroom and closing the door behind you as you caught sight of him walking towards the open bedroom door. You took care of your business and stood in front of the sink, thinking about the look in Happy's eyes when he was standing over you. As you were washing your hands you began studying your face in the mirror. All of a sudden you were worried about how you hadn't really done anything with your hair or put much makeup on. You thought for a moment that his expression matched Juice's that one time he was drunk and kissed you, but you shrugged that thought out of your mind, there was no way the Tacoma Killer was trying to seduce you or anything of the sort. You had seen his type, you definitely weren't it. You splashed some water on your face and dried it and your hands off on the towel beside the sink, taking a deep breath and walking back out into the room to see Happy still there, sitting on the bed and staring at you. Your buzz immediately vanished and your heart beat sped up as his eyes met yours and you looked back at him, trying to figure out why he was still here when he had appeared to be leaving just minutes prior. You tried to glace to the hallway but your vision was blocked. Happy had shut the door to the bedroom for some reason, and as you stood there trying to reason out in your drunk brain why he would do that, he spoke, "Come here," he demanded and you felt your ears getting hot. What did that mean? you thought, walking closer to him and he stood.    "You sure you didn't see anything?" he rasped and your eyebrows knit together. Why would he ask you this again? You already told him no. "I swear I didn't Happy," you assured him and he narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to get you to flinch or change your answer but you held steadfast in front of him. "Hm," he scoffed, amused, looking you up and down, "What if I said I wish you had seen something..." he trailed off and your eyes got wide. Was he...? No. No way. No way Happy Lowman the Tacoma Killer, the Unholy One, was hitting on you right now. Sure he was sexy as hell with awesome tattoos, he always smelled good, he was rarely bested in a fight, he was fearless, and as far as you know he had never lied to you, things that you found attractive, but you weren't the kind of girl he normally went for, why would he be doing this? Unless.. "Is this a joke?" you blurted, causing his head to snap back a bit in surprise at your reaction. "Uhh. No." he answered looking at you with an eyebrow raised. So it wasn't a joke, but what other reason could he possibly have for saying he wished you had seen him without his clothes on? Wasn't that an odd wish?

Drunk you was not the smartest version of you that existed. You were so busy trying to do the reasoning in your head that you almost didn't notice Happy's hand reach out and touch your forearm, running it up your arm to your shoulder before stepping in close to you and wrapping his fingers behind your head as his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

You gasped as your body pressed against his and you looked up into his dark brown eyes timidly while he smirked down at you, leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first but quickly he began to kiss you with more force once your shock subsided and you finally started to kiss him back. 

Delighted with the outcome, you silently thanked God for Tig Trager and the Crow Eater that forced you into this situation tonight.