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Imagine: Working as a carer for Happy’s mother and meeting Kozik for the first time

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♥︎ Defending Their Girlfriend ♥︎

🦆:These were all supposed to be drabbles, but I got a bit carried away, so they are more like oneshots and I didn't want to edit any of them down. Because they all came out so long I've only done Jax, Juice, Kozik, Tig and Chibs. I may do a separate one another time for Happy and Opie if that is something you guys want ♥︎

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⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : VIOLENCE, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CREEPY MAN, SEXIST men, swearing and other general SoA Warnings there is nothing too graphic but if you don't like reading about any of the topics listed please DO NOT read the rest of this post!!!, ONLY YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for your OWN media consumption!!! ⚠️

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Jax

On a hot summer night, Jax and his girlfriend were out for a night walk, enjoying the quiet streets of Charming together.

As they walked, a group of young men, all of them a little tipsy on alcohol, passed by. One of the men catcalled Jax's girlfriend as they walked by, making a crude and sexist comment.

Jax took immediate offense, gritting his teeth in anger. He stepped up to the man, who looked startled by the tall, furious biker suddenly in his face.

"Excuse me?" Jax growled, his eyes locking onto the man who had made the inappropriate comment.

The man took a step back when he spots the club patches, suddenly realizing who Jax was.

"N-nothing, man, it's cool," the man stuttered out, trying to backpedal. But Jax wasn't satisfied he was already too angry. The other guys had stopped and were starting to circle, realizing the situation was getting heated.

"Oh, it's *not cool*, man," Jax said in a dangerous tone, his eyes flickering to the other guys slowly surrounding them. Jax wasn't worried, though - he lived for this. The tension in his body made it clear he was ready to defend his girlfriend, his pride at stake.

His girlfriend tugs at his sleeve worried "Jax it's okay...let's just go"

"Nah, this isn't okay, babe," Jax responds, his voice firm but gentle. He turns his head to look at his girlfriend, seeing the hint of worry in her eyes. He softens slightly. "He's disrespecting you. Me. *Us*."Jax turns his attention back to the man who started this whole thing. "You need to apologize. Now," he demands, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated firmly on the guy.

The man, still looking nervous but a little bolder behind his friends, scoffs and throws a cocky grin. "And if I don't?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Jax's eyes narrow, anger flaring again. He closes the space between them, getting right in the man's face. "Then you're gonna have a huge problem on your hands." The threat in Jax's voice is clear.

The man shoves Jax back when he gets in his face Jax stumbles back, but catches himself quickly, the shove only adding more fuel to his anger. He takes a step forward again, his shoulders squared swinging at him connecting with the man's jaw.

The man falls backward, clearly not expecting Jax to strike so quickly. The other men hesitate, not expecting to deal with a fight.

Jax stands over the man, glaring down at him. "Don't ever disrespect my girlfriend again," he snarls.

The man is clutching his face, a look of fear in his eyes as he looks up at Jax. He nods shakily. "S-sorry, man," he stutters out, clearly intimidated.

"Now apologize to my girlfriend," Jax's tone is firm. He's not backing down until the guy apologizes properly.

The man looks up at Jax's girlfriend, shame on his face. He mutters a quick, "Sorry, ma'am."

Jax's girlfriend looks relieved, but she's clings onto Jax's arm standing close to his side, clearly still feeling uncertain about the situation.

Jax looks down at her, silently asking if she's okay with the half-apology. She nods slowly, looking somewhat reassured.

Then, Jax looks back at the man on the ground, eyeing the other men who are still standing around, ready to step in if necessary.

"This is your only warning. Don't say that kind of shit again." Jax's voice is cold and firm. The message is clear - he won't tolerate anyone disrespecting his girlfriend like that again.

Juice

Juice and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch in his living room watching tv, when suddenly, she received a phone call from her parents. She reluctantly answers already knowing what they were gonna say. They were trying to convince her to end her relationship with Juice. Juice overheard bits of the conversation and could feel the tension in the room. He knew that they disapproved of their relationship.

Juice squeezed a pillow in frustration, but he couldn't just sit there and let her parents talk her out of their relationship without a fight.

He took the phone from her hand and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, I know you don't approve of this relationship, but I love her and I'm not going to let you talk her out of being with me without giving me a fair shot."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but he could hear her parents murmuring in the background. They clearly didn't like his interruption.

"Listen I am sure you have some good qualities or our daughter wouldn't date you, but we don't want her dating some criminal thug from a motorcycle gang," her father said, his voice filled with disapproval.

Juice clenched his jaw, stung by the man's words. He couldn't help but feel the anger rising within him, but he tried to keep his cool.

"I may be in a motorcycle club, but I am not some mindless thug. I have a brain, I have a heart, and I have feelings just like anyone else, and i love your daughter sir...I don't know what she sees in me to be honest with you...she could have anyone she wants and she chose me...but I am going to stay with her as long as she wants me to be" he said with clenched teeth.

There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone as her parents continued to murmur in the background.

Juice could feel the tension building up inside him, but he was determined to prove that he was worthy of her love. He glanced back at his girlfriend, who was sitting on the couch beside him, her eyes watching him intently. She gave him a small smile, knowing that he was defending their relationship fiercely. He smiled back at her before turning his attention back to the phone.

Her father spoke up again, his voice now filled with a hint of annoyance. "Look kid, we just don't want our daughter mixed up in some dangerous lifestyle. Motorcycle clubs are not known for their stability or their law-abiding ways, and we don't want her getting hurt or in trouble."

Juice took a deep breath before responding, his voice firm and steady. "I understand your concerns, sir, but my club is not like that. We have rules and structure and we take care of our own. We don't just go around causing trouble for the hell of it."

"But you DO cause trouble, don't you?...you say you love our daughter, but you can't, not if you want her involved in that lifestyle," her father says matter-of-factly.

Juice closes his eyes and sighs, stung by her father's words. He knew that her father had a point. His life in the club was dangerous, and he had seen firsthand how it could cause harm to those he cared about. But he couldn't deny his love for her. He couldn't just easily walk away from her.

" I know the life isn't perfect, sir, and yes, sometimes there is trouble, but I promise you I would never let anything happen to your daughter. I would protect her with my life. And as far as loving your daughter...I do, I love her more than I could even explain to her...but i am gonna try my best to show her every damn day"

Her father was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Juice could hear him talking to his wife in the background, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He waited anxiously for his response, his heart beating faster in his chest.

Finally, her father spoke up, his voice slightly more compassionate than before. "Look son, we love our daughter and we just want what's best for her. We want her to be happy and safe, and we're afraid this life you're involved in will only bring her pain."

"Come visit let me show you, meet me atleast before jumping to conclusions with gossip you hear from people who don't know me or the club....your daughter loves you guys so much and I don't want us being together creating tension in your relationship with her" he sighs down the phone trying to find someway of fixing things.

Her father was silent for a moment, mulling over Juice's invitation. He could hear him speaking to his wife in the background, and Juice could only hope that he was coming around.

Finally, her father spoke up again, his voice filled with resignation. " Fine, we'll come meet you. But we're only doing this for our daughter's sake, not yours."

"Fine with me, sir," is all he says before hanging up.

His girlfriend scoots over to him. "What did they say? They weren't rude were they? I swear I've told them so many times the club isn't a gang but they don't listen" She rattles off nervous to what was said.

He gently holds her face, looking in her eyes to get her to stop rambling. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it," he says, trying to soothe her. "It was a little rough at first, but I managed to calm them down. They agreed to come meet me."

"They did?" She asks in disbelief. "How did you manage that? I've asked before, but they said they were too busy"

He laughs softly, amused by her surprise. "I can be pretty convincing when I want to be," he jokes. "I just spoke my mind and made it clear I was serious about you. And I guess your dad didn't want to stand in the way of his baby girl's happiness."

He tightens his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He can feel the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her hair against his cheek. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I'm here for you," he whispers, his voice low and intense. "I'll always have your back."

Herman Kozik

Kozik pulled up to his girlfriend's house but as he pulled up he saw her standing outside with her ex. The ex was yelling and she was crying, with tears streaming down her face. Kozik gets off his bike and could immediately sense the tension in the air.

The ex, noticing Kozik's presence, turned and scowled at him. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat.

"I'm her boyfriend," Kozik replied, trying to keep his cool. "And you need to back off from her, man."

The ex's face contorted into a sneer. "Boyfriend?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. He turns back to her "are fucking kidding me with this shit?...huh? we were just having a little spat and you go and sleep with some biker dickhead..huh? I always thought you were a bit of a whore but really? I give you your space and you treat me like this?.." With every word the ex steps closer to her, she steps back as best she can away from him until she's against the building.

"w-we broke up. You kept cheating on me so I ended it. Its been 5 months...please just leave" she says shaking.

The ex lets out a scoff as he continues his advancement on her, he's just a few steps from her now. Kozik doesn't like the look on her face and steps between the two of them putting himself in front of her. "Back off man, I'm not going to tell you again." Kozik's tone is firm as he shoves him.

The ex stumbles back, a look of anger and disbelief on his face. "Who do you think you are, you biker trash?! You think you can come here and take my girl? She's mine!"

Kozik stands his ground, not backing down. "She's not your girl anymore, she's mine and she asked you to leave, so do it."

The ex takes a step forward, his hands balling into fists, "Or what, you're going to kick my ass? I'd like to see you try biker boy"

Kozik keeps his cool, staring the ex down. "I don't want to fight you man, but I will if you don't leave. She doesn't want you here."

Kozik looks over his shoulder at his girlfriend she looks terrified.

His voice softens, "Go inside love, i'll be in after" he says not wanting her nearby should things get violent.

She shakes her head softly glancing between them "n-no...please I don't want you to get hurt"

"I'll be fine baby please go inside" he pleads with her and she relents slowly walking around, the ex hurling insults at her as she goes when she goes to move past him he lunges forward grabbing her wrist causing her to scream.

The moment he touches her Kozik tackles him to the ground. He was caught off guard as Kozik takes him down. The Ex landed hard on the gravel, his back hitting the ground with an "oof". He tried to get up but Kozik was already on top of him, pinning him down.

"YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!" He screams in his face. The Ex tries to struggle against Kozik's hold, but it's no use. Kozik's grip is tight and strong.

"Get off me!" the Ex snarls, but Kozik just presses down harder, his face inches away from the Ex's. The ex turns his head to the girlfriend "you fucking see what you've done huh? You little whor-" Kozik doesn't let him finish punching him in the jaw.

"YOU SHUT UP DONT CALL HER THAT"

The ex let out a groan as Kozik punched him. His head slumped back into the gravel, reeling from the impact.

"You bastard!" he groaned, but Kozik didn't let up. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from the Ex's.

"You listen to me and you listen well," Kozik growls. "You're going to leave her alone. You're not going to speak to her, you're not going to call her names, and you're sure as hell not going to touch her again. Do. You. Understand?"

The Ex nods, his expression a mix of anger and fear. Kozik lets go of him and stands, taking a step back. The Ex sits up, his jaw sore, and glares up at her.

Kozik blocks his view standing in front of his trembling girlfriend.

The Ex gets to his feet, his hand rubbing his bruised jaw. "You think this is over?" he spits.

"It's over when she says it's over," Kozik replies, his voice hard and determined. "And she's already made it clear she doesn't want anything to do with you."

The Ex opens his mouth to reply but stops himself, his eyes darting between Kozik and his girlfriend. He clearly wants to say more, but he knows he's out matched.

"You're done here," Kozik says firmly. "So do yourself a favor and save yourself the beating and leave. Don't come back." Kozik stares him down, daring him to do something after a long while the ex stalks off back to his car across the street.

Kozik stays in a protective stance in front of her until the car disappears around the corner.

The moment he is out of sight he turn back to her. She's shaking, her eyes wide and tear-streaked. Kozik gently cups her face with his large, calloused hands, his expression softening.

"Baby, it's okay," he says soothingly. "He's gone. I'm here. You're safe now."

Kozik wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He rubs soothing circles on her back, trying to calm her down.

"Shhh, it's alright love," he murmurs into her hair. "I got you. I got you."

They stand like that for a few moments, her clinging to him like a lifeline, him holding her close and protective. Finally, she pulls back a bit, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Kozik brushes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"

Tig Trager

Tig was at her place when the doorbell rang. Tig, being the gentleman he is, answered it for her.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Tig inquired to the older woman waiting outside.

The old woman glares at him, her eyes narrowing as she looks him up and down. “You’re making too much noise! Always driving that loud motorcycle, playing music late at night. It’s completely disrespectful!”

Hearing the womans shrill voice his girlfriend comes up behind him knowing he has a short fuse with these kinds of things. "I'm sorry, we'll try to keep it down from now on" she says not wanting to cause any issues with her neighbour.

The old woman huffs, clearly not satisfied with the response. “You young people have no respect these days. In my day, we knew how to behave properly. But I guess your generation doesn’t care about how your actions affect others, do you?”

Tig’s temper is reaching its boiling point, but he manages to keep his cool for now. "Respect goes both ways, lady," he says, his tone cold and calculated. "We’ve been keeping the noise down as much as we can. Maybe you should try investing in some earplugs or something."

The old woman looks affronted by Tig’s response. “How dare you speak to me like that! I have lived here for years before she even considered buying that house, and I will not be disrespected by some biker thug!”

Tig’s temper ignites at her words. “Biker thug? You call me a thug?” he scoffs, his voice rising in anger. “I was a Marine. I fought for this country. What have you done besides sit in your rocking chair and complain?“

The old woman looks taken aback by his words, her eyes narrowing further. “I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re still making too much noise and disturbing the peace. Maybe she should consider moving if you can’t handle living in a civilized neighborhood.”

Tig’s fists clench at his sides as he struggles to keep his composure. "Civilized neighborhood? You call this place civilized when all you do is nag and complain? Maybe you should learn to mind your own damn business and stop worrying about how loud we are."

"You watch your tone, young man! I have the right to live in peace and quiet, and I will not let some criminal with a bad attitude tell me otherwise." The old lady’s eyes flash with anger.

Tig is on the verge of losing his temper completely. "Criminal? I’m not a criminal," he says through gritted teeth. "And you don’t have the right to tell her what she can do in her own home. We’ll keep the noise down as much as we can, but we won’t be silenced just because you don’t like how we live."

The old woman huffs again, clearly not satisfied with Tig’s response. "I’ll be watching you. One more loud noise and I’ll call the police and repor-."

Tig doesn't let her finish and just slams the door in her face mumbling under his breath "Damn old lady." He huffs, turning to face his girlfriend. "Can’t she mind her own damn business? People these days, I swear. I bet shes just all pissy cause she ain't getting any... do you think Piney would take one for the team?" he asks jokingly pulling a giggle from her. "But seriously," he continues, his expression turning serious. "Don’t let her give you any grief....but you know you would have any issues if you just live with me....we can be as loud as we want there." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively putting his hands on her hips.

"I know, I know," she says, giggling again as she rolls her eyes at his antics. "And as tempting as that offer is... Its a little too soon for us baby...besides I dont think you can handle all this every day...do you think you could keep up old man." she says, running her hand over his chest.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I can definitely handle it baby doll." He says, his hands moving up her sides. "I can keep up just fine. In fact, I could probably wear you out before you could wear me out." He grins, pulling her closer to him.

"Wanna prove it, Trager?" She challenges peering up at him through her lashes.

A sly smirk spreads across his face as he eyes her up and down, taking in her seductive curves. "You bet your sweet ass I do," he growls, his hand moving to her hip, pulling her flush against his body. He cups her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he leans down to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You're playing with fire, darlin'," he whispers, his voice low and rough. His arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer still. His hands wander down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze. "You sure you can handle it?"

She gasps softly as he touches her, her body responding to his touch. "I can handle anything you throw at me, Trager," she whispers back, her eyes locking with his.

"Is that so?" He grins, nipping at her ear. "We'll see about that."

He scoops her up into his arms, holding her against his chest with ease. He strides over to the couch, setting her down on it before crawling over her, his body covering hers. He takes her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. He gazes down at her, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "You still think you can handle it, doll?" She shivers as he holds her pinned beneath him, his body pressed against hers. She can feel his heat, his strength, the hardness of his muscles.

She meets his gaze boldly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I know I can handle it. But can you handle me, old man?"

He chuckles moving his lips hovering over hers but a loud knocking comes from the door once more causing them both to groan

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU" The voice of the woman breaks through ruining the moment.

Tig growls in frustration, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Damn it," he mutters. He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair "Let's just ignore her hmm? she has to leave eventually"

She sighs "Tiggy, baby, we are not having sex in earshot of that woman total mood killer"

He sighs heavily "I could kill her if you want.. I'm sure no one would miss the old hag" he offers only half joking.

She swats his chest laughing "Don't you dare, she'll end up haunting me forever" she pouts.

Tig laughs, amused by her playful swat. "Okay, no killing the old bat," he agrees reluctantly holding his hands up.

"But seriously, how do we shut her up? You deserve to be able to make as much noise as you want in here without being hassled by some nosy neighbor."

She pauses, thinking for a moment. "I don't know... maybe I could talk to her again and try to reason with her. Or we could get some soundproofing for the walls."

He frowns thinking for a moment "...or you could just move in with me...you could sell this place or rent it out...I have a spare room you could turn into your own space if you want...I dont think it's too soon" he asks again completely sincere.

She looks at him, surprised by his proposal. "Move in with you? But... are you sure? I mean, it's a big step."

She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a part of her is intrigued by the idea. Living with Tig would certainly be different than living alone, but the thought of waking up next to him every morning is pretty appealing...

"I'm sure," he says firmly. "I want you closer to me, and it would solve the nosy neighbor problem. Plus, I could keep you safe easier."

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of her hair out of her face. "Besides, I like the thought of waking up with you every morning."

Chibs

Chibs and his girl were at the mall, walking up to the escalator hand in hand. While going up, Chibs' sharp eyes caught sight of something unpleasant. He saw a man standing a step bellow them discreetly aiming his phone under his girl's dress, attempting to take a picture.

Without skipping a beat, Chibs snatches the phone out of his hand. He holds it firmly, staring the man down. The creep froze, realizing he'd been caught, his eyes darting around nervously.

Chibs' grip on the phone tightened. He glanced at his girl who was visibly uncomfortable and quickly caught onto the situation, her cheeks flushing with anger.

"Ye thought ye could just take pictures of my girl without being seen, eh? Not on my watch," Chibs growled, his voice low and dangerous.

He opens the phone Chibs flicks through the images on the man's phone, each one more sickening than the last. His anger mounts as he realizes this creep has been a repeat offender, taking pictures of alot of unsuspecting women at the mall.

His jaw clenches tightly as his eyes narrow on the man, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Ye got quite the habit, don't ye? Takin' pictures up lassies' skirts without their knowledge," he seethes.

He hands the phone to his girl, making sure she sees the evidence. She looks at the pictures, her expression a mix of disgust and anger.

"I'll take care of this, don't ye worry," Chibs reassures her, turning his undivided attention back to the guy. His voice is firm and commanding, "Ye've got some explainin' to do, laddie. What's yer name?"

But they've reached the top now the man quickly trys to scramble past wanting to get away. Despite the man's attempt to flee, Chibs' reflexes are lightning fast. Before the guy can take 2 steps away, Chibs seizes him by the collar, yanking him firmly back.

"Nah, ye ain't goin' anywhere," Chibs hisses, his grip like iron, effectively boxing him in.

A small group has gathered around seeing the commotion his girlfriend quickly explains what's going on with a shaky voice so they don't get the wrong idea about what Chibs was doing handing the phone to a dad wearing dog tags with his two teen daughters so he can see for himself. The dad looks at the phone, his expression hardening as he sees the pictures. He passes the phone to one of the older girls, who also peeks at the images. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she whispers.

The crowd surrounding them grows, with murmurs of disgust and outrage. Chibs holds the man firmly, his eyes scanning the gathering crowd.

The dad and few other men from the crowd help him hold the man down on the ground, none of them caring if they hurt him or not.

The man squirms in the grip of Chibs and the other men, but it's useless against their combined strength. Chibs holds him tight, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"Nuh-uh, laddie. Ye ain't gettin' away from this," he growls.

One guy in the crowd heads off to fetch mall security, and they arrive within a few minutes, taking the situation in.

The security guard approaches Chibs and the rest of the men holding the man prisoner. "What's going on here?" he asks, a sense of authority in his voice.

"This creep was takin' pictures up my girl's skirt on the escalator," Chibs explains, his voice a dangerous rumble.The security guard's eyes widen slightly as he nods in understanding, he then turns to address the man. "Is this true?"

"I... um... I...," the man stutters, his protests falling flat under the intense gazes of Chibs and the others.

"Save yer excuses, laddie," Chibs interrupts, his tone firm. "We all know what ye were doin'. There's the proof, right in yer damn phone."

The security guard nods, taking the phone from from her to have a look. His expression hardens as he goes through the images. The man's face is a mask of shame and fear as he's cornered.

"Alright, we'll be taking him into custody, and call the police" the security guard says to the crowd around them. "You can all return to your day now."

The people gradually disperse, the thrill of the spectacle wearing off. Chibs nods at the security guard. "Make sure he pays the price for what he's done," he adds, his voice hard and unforgiving.The man is taken away by the security guard, struggling but ultimately unable to escape.

Chibs turns to his girlfriend who still looks shaken. He puts his arm around her, pulling her close.

"Are ye alright, love?" he asks gently, his voice softer now the immediate threat is gone."I... I think so," she says quietly, her hand clinging to his. "I just can't believe someone would actually do that."

Chibs tightens his grip on her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Aye, it's sick. But ye don's have to worry about him no more. He's goin' to get just what he deserves."

Chibs gently kisses the side of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. He draws her closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively.

"I'm sorry ye had to go through all that, lass," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "Don't worry, I'm here for ye."

[ravennaortiz]

Your Boyfriend is a Bitch headcanon SOA version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and telling that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Tag List: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @youngadult9016 @littlefrogbrain

Our sweet Juice is amused at first that goofy grin plastered on his face as he sips his beer. He figures it was obvious that you are with him since the guy literally stepped in between you two as you guys were sitting and talking at the clubhouses bar. Guy must just be to caught up in how beautiful his Old Lady is. Then he hears the guy tell you that your boyfriend is a bitch and he could take him. "Alright buddy" laughs Juice that goofy grin slipping into a tight smile as he grabs his shoulder. Slipping off the stool he steers the guy out the door. "Be back in a bit babe" he calls over his shoulder to you.

"Surprise surprise he couldn't take me. Guess you are stuck with me" states Juice smugly as he rejoins you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Chibs has grown used to the "youngins" hitting on you and such. He used to be quick to swing but your calming nature had him using patience and words a little more often now than his fist. This time though he puts the young man through one of the tables. It's hard to say whose more shocked between the three of you. "Think you can do her better Laddie?" Chibs chuckles darkly as he shakes his head at the trembling man under him. "Why don't you join me and my Ole Lady here in the bedroom. One of us can learn some pointers".

Happy turned away from the pool table when he heard the new prospects response to your decline of a date. Your wide eyed expression, tight smile and nervous chuckle when his eyes met yours told him he had in fact heard the idiot correctly. It was nothing to the prospects expression as he turned to see who you were looking at. Happy simply rolled his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other for a moment before speaking. "I'm her bitch boyfriend.

Jax is swinging fists before the guy knows what is happening. He demands the guy to answer him between every hard blow. "Think I'm still a bitch?" Are you blind? Couldn't see her crow? The ring?" "Did you miss my arm around her waist?". Jax only relents when Chibs and Opie pull him off the guy. Without another word he pulls you to the dorm hallway to relieve some more of his anger in a more enjoyable way.

Half-Sack is quick to be in the guys face. Newly patched he feels he has a lot to prove still. He makes it clear he doesn't need a gun to win a fight. Which does not last long and leaves the guy hitting on you knocked out and being dragged out of the clubhouse by Happy.

At first Tig thinks you and Kozik are playing a joke on him when you two tell him what happened inside while you were getting a drink. The two of you loved to rile him up and play jokes on him. He also can't wrap his mind around who in their right mind would tell his gorgeous, pregnant wife that she could do better and they could do her better. Especially not after you two had been together for ten years. The tears that start to well up though have him up on his feet and inside, dragging the man out by his kutte. Once he gets your nod of confirmation he pulls him toward the ring.

Opie while usually level headed and one to think things through before reacting. Can't help but to punch the guy in his face before he can even get his sentence out. While he agrees with the guy that you can in fact do better than an outlaw biker, no one else gets to say it.

Kozik would have let it slide. Being called a bitch and stuff did not bother him. What bothered him was how uncomfortable you got and how the guy would not back off. The quiet whisper of his government name from your lips had him grabbing the offending guy into a chokehold and yanking him out of the clubhouse to teach him a lesson on respect.

Rat had his teeth gritted as he served drinks from behind the bar. Still being a prospect he was limited on what he could do to a patched member, let alone the VP of another visiting charter. "You have my permission to handle that" stated Jax as he came around the bar, having heard what was happening. Rat nodded his head in appreciation before yanking the guy over the bar top. There were perks to dating the sister of the mother charters President.

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Chapter 30

A/N: It's been so so long since I've wrote and I tried to re-read the other chpaters to remember what I've written. So, I hope it's as good as before.

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Waking to the sun bright in my eyes, Jax's arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled brightly as I glanced down at my hand to see the sparkling diamond ring on my hand. I twisted towards the nightstand and reached for my phone.

"Happily ever after won't be so happy when I get my hands on you." The message read from an unknown number. My stomach dropped as I slipped out from underneath Jax's grip and proceeded to get dressed.

I glanced back at Jax, noticing he was sound asleep before heading out the door and out into the club. Walking out I seen Tig and Chibs sitting at the bar.

"Goodmorning Dollface" Tig chirped as he poured up a cup of coffee laying it on the bar and sliding it towards me.

"Good morning, I'm gonna head up to the roof for a little while." The boys both nodded as I rose up and proceeded to the roof.

The sun was shining, beating the heat into the roof. I placed the cup of coffee on the ledge, hauling my phone out again re-reading the text over and over again.

What am I going to do?

I paced back and forth contemplating whether or not I should tell the Jax and the club or leave it, but I was torn away from my thoughts by the sound of foots steps approaching behind me. I jumped when I felt two warm hands taking ahold of my hips.

"Hey, you okay?" I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders when I heard the sound of Jax's voice. Turning to face him, I slid my phone into my back pocket of my shorts and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course. You just spooked me a little, is all." He looked at me a bit skeptical before shrugging it off and nodding.

"You weren't there when I woke up, I came to find you and Tig said you were up here." I took a seat and picked up my coffee.

"I just came out for a bit of sunshine and fresh air is all." Taking a seat next to me, Jax reached over and took the cup from my hands and took a sip.

"The club and I have to do a run today, we should be back in about three days. I got Gemma and the prospects checking in on you while were gone." I nodded with a small smile, the thought of the text swirling around in my thoughts. "Are you sure everything's okay? I can try to sta-"

"No!" I cut Jax off before continuing, No, I'm fine. Just tired, you go deal with club business and don't worry about me." I could tell that he knew something was up but he gave me a nod and a quick kiss before climbing down the latter.

Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I re-read the text over and over again.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

~~ Time Skip ~~

The boys finished in church as the prospects loaded the guns into the duffel bags, I leaned against the bar as Jax made his way over to me.

"You stay safe, don't leave here unless someone is with you." I gave him a small chuckle, laying my hands against his chest playing with the strings on his hoodie.

"I don't need a babysitter Jax. I am a big girl, I can handle myself." He stared at me without blinking. "Okay fine, I'll make someone comes with me." He gave me his famous Teller smirk before placing his lips against mine.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us tear apart. Jax turned around to reveal the Opie standing behind him.

"It's time to go." He nodded before turning back to me.

"I love you, stay safe. We'll be gone three days tops." I pressed my lips to his. Pulling away I spoke,

"I love you, stay safe." And with that they headed out.

When the club was empty and the boys were gone, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looks like someones all alone with no big bad biker to protect them."

Fuck.

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Kozik never talked to you much about his life back in Tacoma. You never pushed him about it, either, figuring there was a reason he kept most of it to himself. Whatever his life was back then, it had landed him in an MC, and it had also been a life that made him up and move to Charming.

You were helping him through the daunting task of unpacking his boxes into the new house. You’d stumbled across one that had photos in it, some framed, some not. One of them was clearly him as a child, standing on the dock at a lake holding up a fish in his hand.

He saw the smile on your face and walked over to see what it was you were looking at. When he saw the photo, he allowed himself a smile too. It wasn’t all bad, even if a good portion of it had been, but it was nice to have some reminders.

“You were so cute,” you said with a grin.

“Hey,” he pretended to offended, “I still am.”

You tilted your head back as you laughed before leaning over and kissing him lightly on the lips. “Yes you are.”

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Better than Prince Charming - Herman Kozik

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Summary: If Kozik can rely on one constant in his life, it’s Happy’s sister.

Warnings: swearing…. That’s all folks!

Note: 1.7k - Remember when I fell down my Kozik rabbit hole? I’m still there😌 wowowowowowow I have been in a FUNK lately. Work is crazy, been writing so many reports that I’ve had no motivation to write anything else riiipppp. So this isn’t great, but I finished it!!!! Had to get it outta my head and try get back into the writing groove! Peace.

A massive moving truck backing into your mother’s driveway wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when she had mentioned your brother and his brothers would be stopping by.

You stilled your movements of mixing the muffin batter and watched as a guy in a kutte jumped out of the cab and started directing the driver back further.

It wasn’t often both you and Happy, and a few plus ones, were able to visit your mom at the same time so when you could, she went all out with the food. And you, living a whole lot closer to her than your brother in Charming, had been roped in to help prepare it.

Just as you were about to alert your mom, who was busy in another room dusting a cabinet that didn’t need dusting, about the guy you didn’t recognise, the driver's door of the truck swung open and another Son jumped out.

This one you recognised. Blonde hair, tattoos, aura that screamed Cali surfer dude. Herman Kozik.

Abandoning your post in the kitchen you made your way out of the house and into the front yard, “Who the hell let you behind the wheel of that thing?”

Both heads snapped toward you at the sound of your voice. The one you didn’t recognise stared in confusion, while Kozik’s face broke out in a grin as he began to walk toward you, “How ya doing, sunshine?”

When he reached you he had no hesitation in wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him in greeting, placing a kiss to your temple.

You smiled at him as you broke the hug, “Long time no see, Sarge,” you nodded toward the truck, “you planning on moving in or what?”

His gaze followed yours to the driveway and the younger man awkwardly standing around, “Maybe I’m planning on opening up an alcohol shop.” He gestured briefly to the writing on the side of the vehicle, “Happy’s running late, said he’ll be here this afternoon.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, “Can’t wait. Who’s your friend?”

Kozik nodded toward his fellow Son and gestured for him to make his way over, “Meet Miles. Miles, Happy’s sister.”

Miles’ eyes widened as he clicked to who you were, shaking your outstretched hand when you told him your name.

“Ma’s gone all out on the food for you guys. Hope you’re hungry.”

Kozik beamed at the revelation and nodded toward the house, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You started back toward the door, “Flattery gets you nowhere.”

The second the three of you stepped inside you were pushed out of the way as your mom stepped excitedly to greet the two Sons, namely Kozik.

She had gladly claimed him as one of her own after the first time she’d met him. Much to the dismay of you and Happy, suddenly finding yourselves fighting for her attention while she fussed over the blonde.

‘What a nice boy!’

‘So respectful, he just did the dishes. I didn’t even ask!’

‘And a bit of a looker too, mija!’

The smirk on Kozik’s face as he made a show of greeting your mother told you he knew exactly what you were thinking. Being the favourite was something he made sure to rub in your face at every opportunity.

Rolling your eyes you moved further into the kitchen to slide your abandoned muffin batter into the oven. Listening to Kozik and Miles being affectionately force fed and simultaneously being grilled on their eating habits at home brought a smile to your face.

“Something funny, sunshine?” The blonde called from his seat at the table. You shook your head as you carried the bowl of fruit salad to join the feast.

“Not at all, Sarge.”

You took a backseat while your mother doted on the two men, only chiming in when necessary and returning Kozik’s infectious smiles whenever he threw one your way.

Finally, your mom listened to the men who were claiming to be full and stopped trying to damn near spoon feed them. You began to gather the dishes and retreat to the sink to start the washing up.

Although he was your friend, he wasn’t your friend. He was Happy’s. However, you had become reasonably close with Kozik over the years. It wasn’t unusual for him to call you while he was in Tacoma for advice, or just to rant.

You were able to put pieces of his life together through conversation. Knowing that his family life was broken to say the least, it was strangely comforting to see how at home Kozik was around your family.

Lost in your thoughts as you washed the dishes, you didn’t notice Kozik had joined you until a sharp sting on your arm pulled you back to reality.

“Ow! You asshole.” Rubbing where he had used the tea towel to playfully whip you.

Kozik shrugged a shoulder, smirking to himself as he picked up a wet plate, “You were zoned out.”

You rolled your eyes at his excuse and refocused on the sink in front of you, “How’re you anyway? Haven’t seen you since you joined the Charming boys too. Finally sick of rainy Tacoma?”

He chuckled as he dried the plate, “Something like that, I’ve been good though.”

“So no more Sergeant, huh?”

Kozik clicked his tongue, “No more Sergeant. Just me and my bike.”

He sounded relieved at that. You didn’t know the ins and outs of the club, not even close. But you could imagine being the president’s left would leave a heavy weight on anyone’s shoulders.

“What about small town life? Adjusting to nosey neighbours?”

“Nah, my neighbours hate me.”

You giggled at that, not seeing the way Kozik smiled at the sound.

“They’ll come ‘round. Bake them some cookies or something.”

“Yeah, because I’m well known for my baking skills,” he laughed, he was definitely not, “What about you? Still no man?”

“Nah, still waiting on my Prince Charming.”

With your eyes still focused on the sink in front of you, you missed how Kozik fought to bite back his relieved smile, “Cool.”

“Super cool.”

“Bet your mom’s pleased,” he teased. You let out a breathy laugh.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she married me off to one of the men from her church at this point.”

He threw his head back with a chuckle at the thought, “Nah, Happy’d never let that happen.”

“You think he’ll stand up to our mother? Have you met her?”

Kozik nodded in understanding, “Well, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You peered at him from the corner of your eye, smiling knowingly.

He defended himself right away, “I wouldn’t! Hell, I’d marry you if I had to.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna sweep me off my feet?”

“What, like I couldn’t?”

You dropped your hands into the sink with the dishes and looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, “Such a charmer, Herman.”

“You said you were after a Prince Charming,” he held up his hands in mock defence, “I’m better.”

Miles appeared in the doorway before you could respond, motioning to Kozik to follow him. The blonde threw the towel in his hands lightly at your face and left you with a wink.

Finishing the dishes you moved to watch the commotion in the front yard.

Your mom joined you in the entryway while you watched the guys as they loaded whatever it was that your mom had been storing for them back into the truck.

“Such nice men aren’t they?”

“The best of the best, Ma,” you laughed at her endless propositioning.

Such nice looking men, you thought to yourself as you watched Kozik reach up to pull the truck’s roller door down. As if he could read your mind, his head turned to you, eyes locking from across the yard. A classic Kozik wink and a bright smile was flashed your way as he locked the door.

He called out to Miles who was rummaging around in the cab and began to walk back toward the house, the younger Son in tow.

“Heading out already?” You questioned as he drew closer.

Kozik nodded, “Sooner we hit the road, sooner we’re home.”

You watched as your mother pulled Miles into a hug and shoved a tupperware container full of food into his hands before sending him on his way. He waved at you and called out his goodbyes before he turned back to the truck.

Next Kozik was tugged down to her height for an embrace, “Come back soon, mijo! And make sure you’re eating well. You can’t live off take out.”

He pressed a loving kiss to her hair as he chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.”

She pulled back and patted his cheek lovingly, turning and making her way back inside.

You both watched as your mom trotted off to the living room to continue cleaning things that didn’t need to be cleaned for Happy’s arrival.

The sound of Herman clearing his throat drew your attention back to him.

“You gonna come visit us in Charming anytime soon?” He leaned against the door frame looking every bit like a high school jock.

You raised an eyebrow, “You willing to house me for a night? No way I’m bunking at Hap’s.”

He let out a laugh at that, nodding in understanding, “You bake something for my neighbours and we have a deal.”

“Consider it done,” you smiled up at the taller man, “Safe travels, Sarge.”

He reached out to ruffle your hair, knowing exactly how it would get on your nerves, “See you soon, sunshine.”

Flashing you one last smile he turned and made his way out to the truck where Miles’ was waiting patiently. Once he had taken his place in the driver’s seat you left your spot in the doorway and joined your mom in the living room.

The older woman glanced at you with a cheeky smile on her face as you sat down, “He was making eyes at you again.”

Instead of taking the bait and responding, you kept your sight focused on the TV in front of you, biting your lip in an attempt to stop the bashful grin threatening to spread across your face.

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Chibs looked across at his girlfriend as she laughed loudly at something one of club hangarounds had said. It was easy to see that she was thoroughly drunk, as she stumbled about and slurred her words. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and affection, shaking his head at how adorable she was when she got wasted.

As the night progressed, Chibs kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid or get into any trouble. He even stepped in when some drunk guy tried to flirt with her.

By the time the club party came to an end, his girlfriend was stumbling around bumping into things. Chibs chuckled and steadied her, slinging her arm around his shoulders to support her.

"Come on, lass, you're wasted," he said, leading her towards the exit. She giggled and leaned heavily against him, her legs apparently made of jelly.

"I'm not drunk," she protested, slurring her words. "I'm just... a little impaired."

"Uh-huh, sure you are," Chibs said, humoring her. "Just hold on tight, okay?"

He guided her to the parking lot where his bike was parked. He helped her on to the back seat, making sure she was sitting securely. As he straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms drunkenly around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck. "Like... leather and... and... danger."

Chibs chuckled and shook his head, starting up the engine. "And you smell like beer and trouble, lass."

The ride back to her house was slow and careful. Chibs kept a steady pace, mindful of the inebriated passenger clinging to him like a koala. She kept giggling and commenting on how fun it was to be on the motorcycle, her words a slightly slurred mess.

When they finally arrived at her house, Chibs dismounted and helped her off the bike. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, holding her against his chest.

"We're here, love," Chibs said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You made it in one piece."

She looked up at him with glassy eyes, her face flushed from the alcohol and the wind. "I had the best night ever," she declared, grinning goofily.

He chuckled and shook his head again. "I'm glad you had fun, but you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."

He led her up to her porch, his arm around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned on him heavily, her steps uneven.

Once they got to her front door, he pulled her keys from her purse and slowly unlocked the door. He steered her inside, flicking on the lights as they entered the quiet house.

He helped her to the couch and sat her down. She immediately flopped onto the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

Chibs looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her on the couch. He rummaged through the fridge, finding a bottle of water. When he returned to the living room, she was already fast asleep, her body sprawled across the cushions.

Chibs couldn't help but smile at the sight of her asleep. He knelt down next to the couch, taking a moment to study her face. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the wild laughter and stumbling from earlier.

He carefully placed the water bottle on the table, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he should probably leave her to sleep off the alcohol, but part of him didn't want to go. He liked being near her like this, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.

After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, love," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

He stood up, giving her one last glance before reluctantly turning away. He switched off the lights as he left, shutting the front door behind him quietly.

Happy

Happy sat on the couch in his dimly lit apartment, holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was currently stumbling around, giggling to herself. She was clearly drunk, and had been for a while.

"Hey there, princess," he called out, setting his glass down on the table. "You need to sit down and rest before you fall down."

His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I'm fiiiine," she slurred, taking an exaggerated step forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I can totally walk."

Happy chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've seen more coordination from a newborn deer," he said, standing up to approach her. "Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself."

His girlfriend pouted but didn't protest as he gently took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. She flopped down onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, looking up at him with a grin that was equal parts cute and ridiculous. "You worry too much," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Happy sat down next to her, shaking his head again with a slight smile. "Maybe," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But someone's got to keep an eye on you when you get like this."

His girlfriend snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and letting out a content sigh. "You're so comfy," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred. "Like a big ol' teddy bear."

Happy chuckled again, gently running his fingers through her hair. "That's me," he said, his tone both dry and affectionate. "Big Bad Biker Teddy Bear."

His girlfriend giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Mmm, I love your chest," she said, her hand slowly snaking down to rest just above his belt buckle. "It's so... hard and muscley."

Happy raised an eyebrow, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping a note lower. He gently took her hand in his, preventing her from moving it any lower. "You're very handsy when you're drunk."

His girlfriend pouted again, trying to pull her hand free, but Happy held it fast. "I'm always handsy with you," she whined, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"

Happy's grip on her hand tightened just a bit, enjoying the game. "I never said I didn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But you seem a bit too wasted to be playing those kinds of games right now."

His girlfriend huffed, looking for all the world like a petulant child being denied a treat. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, wriggling a bit in his lap.

"look I'll prove it" she said holding a hand up going to touch her nose with her pointer finger but misses completely.

Happy couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt. "Yeah, you're definitely wasted," he said, amused. "If you can't even touch your own nose without missing, I think it's safe to say you're done for the night."

His girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, a childish gesture made even cuter by her inebriated state. "You're no fun," she muttered, resting her head back against his chest. "You never let me have any fun."

Happy chuckled again, resuming his stroking of her hair. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice dropping back to a deeper, huskier tone, "We can have plenty of fun when you're sober. And you'll remember it the next morning."

His girlfriend nuzzled against his chest again, her eyelids drooping as the alcohol began to pull her towards sleep. "Promise?" she mumbled, her hand once again trying to snake back towards his lap.

Happy gently moved her hand away again, though he couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "I promise," he said, his voice soft. "You get some rest, and we'll pick this up in the morning when you're not seeing double."

Jax

Jax glanced over at his girlfriend, who was slumped against his side, her eyes half-lidded and a goofy smile on her lips. She'd had a few too many drinks and was now completely wrecked. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her like this.

"All right, come here," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body sway slightly, her head lolling against his shoulder.

"Yurrrr so strong," she slurred, giggling.Jax rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a small grin.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm a big, strong man," he teased, gently patting her on the head. "Let's get you to bed, yeah? You're completely hammered."

He carefully helped her to her feet, keeping a tight grip on her as she wobbled. "Come on, babe. You're not walking anywhere like this." He guided her towards his dorm, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

Once they were in the room, he sat her down on the edge of the bed with a soft thump, then knelt down in front of her to take off her shoes. "You're a real light-weight, you know that?" he teased as he slid them off her feet, setting them aside.

"Am NOT," she tried to protest, but the words didn't quite come out right. She wobbled again, nearly toppling forward before Jax caught her.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there. Don't go falling over now." He gently pushed her down onto the bed, helping her get comfortable amongst the pillows and blankets. He sat down on the bed next to her, watching her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.

She let out a contented sigh as she settled, her eyes fluttering closed. She mumbled something incoherent, and Jax couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, babe."

He sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of her soft, even breaths as she started to drift off. He knew she'd be out for the night, and he'd have to look after her in the morning when she woke up with a killer hangover. But for now, she was safe and sound in his bed, and that was all that mattered.

Opie

Opie returns home late one night after a long day to find his girlfriend already on the couch in the house, a bottle of beer in her hand and a flush to her cheeks. He can already assume she is drunk and he has to bite back a smirk, knowing the kind of trouble you get into when she is inebriated.

As soon as she hears him enter, she jumps to her feet, almost toppling over, but just about saving herself by grabbing the back of the couch. “O-Opie,” she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. “You're home.”

“Yeah, I’m home,” he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. “And you’re a little drunk, aren’t you?”

"No....I have only had to beers" she whined frowning at the 2 bottles on the table.

Opie chuckles when he spots the bottles realizing she found the super stong home brew he got as a gift from Bobby. “Those ain't beer, baby,” he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. “That's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?”

"I'm totally fine," she mumbles, her words slurred as she tries to lean against the couch but misses and almost falls to the ground if it wasn't for Opie's lightening reflexes. He quickly catches her before she hits the floor and pulls her body up against his chest.

"Yeah, you're definitely not fine," he murmurs, holding her close to him. He can't help but feel amused by how adorable she is when she's drunk. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, baby."

She groans and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I feel funny,” she mumbled. “And spinny.”

Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. “That’s because you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. “Just lean against me, okay?”

She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. “You smell good, Opie,” she mumbles, her words still slurred and her breath warm against his chest.

He chuckles softly at her drunken compliment and tightens his arms around her, holding her even closer against him. “And you smell like a distillery,” he teases, his voice filled with affection.

She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. “You’re mean,” she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “You’re not supposed to be mean to me when I’m drunk, you’re supposed to be nice and tell me I’m pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.”

Opie grins, amused by her drunken requests. "You want chicken nuggets?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "At this hour?"

She nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the spot in her excitement. "Yes! I'm starving," she whines, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Opie, I want chicken nuggets. Please please please."

He laughs, unable to resist her adorable drunken plea. "Alright, alright," he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I'll get your chicken nuggets, baby. But you have to promise me one thing."

She nods eagerly, her focus solely on the promise of food. "Anything," she slurs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

He grins down at her, amused by her eagerness. "You gotta promise not to throw up on me, okay?" he teases, gently poking her on the nose with his index finger.

Juice

Juice leans against the doorframe, watching his girlfriend stumble around, completely intoxicated. She's laughing and swaying attempting to dance, clearly not in full control of her actions.

"How much did you drink, baby?" he asks, stepping closer.

"Dunno," she slurs, grinning sloppily at him. "A lot."

Juice chuckles, shaking his head.He moves in and scoops her up, pulling her into his arms with ease. She's lightweight to him, and he easily supports her against his chest.

"Let's get you to bed, you're wasted." he says, carrying her towards the bedroom.She giggles uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he carries her. She's making these little hiccup sounds that would be cute if not for the fact that they're coming from a drunk woman.

Juice sets her down on the bed, carefully arranging her head on a pillow. She's still giggling and murmuring incoherent words, clearly oblivious to the world around her.

"You're a mess," he says, rolling his eyes but there's a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulls off her shoes and lays a blanket over her.

She's attempting to say something but it's coming out as garbled nonsense. He leans closer to try and make out her words but they're not making any sense.

"Shhh," he soothes, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Just sleep it off."

He settles down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she fidgets and mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again. She keeps reaching out for him, her hand flailing in the air as if trying to grab hold of something.

He can't help but chuckle at her antics, despite the situation. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, giving it a squeeze to reassure her.

She mumbles something that sounds like his name, her fingers wrapping around his.

"Yeah, it's me," he replies, his voice soft. He continues sitting there, holding her hand and stroking her hair until her breathing becomes steady, signalling she's fallen asleep.

He sits there for a few more minutes, quietly watching her. She looks so peaceful now that she's asleep, a complete contrast to the stumbling mess she was just a while ago.

Slowly, carefully so as not to wake her, he gets up and turns off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar so he can hear her if she needs him.

He goes to the kitchen filling a bottle with water and ice taking it back into the bedroom leaving it by her side going into the bathroom to find some painkillers.

He comes back into the room, carrying a couple of painkillers. He sets them down on the bedside table, making sure they're within reach for when she wakes up.

He looks down at her sleeping form, contemplating waking her up to give her the medicine, but decides against it. She's in deep sleep, and he doesn't want to disturb her. Instead, he pulls up a chair and sits down to keep an eye on her, just in case she wakes up and needs anything.

Herman

Kozik and his girlfriend had spent the evening at a party hosted by the club. As the night went on, his girlfriend had indulged in a few too many drinks, while he had remained relatively sober.

As the party began to wind down, Kozik noticed that his girlfriend had become quite drunk. She was stumbling around, struggling to speak clearly, and seemed on the verge of passing out.

Seeing her in this state, Kozik knew he couldn't leave her on her own. He made his way over to her, gently placing his arm around her to help her stand steady.

"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice soft and caring. "I think it's time to get you home."

His girlfriend protested, insisting that she was fine and wanted to stay at the party longer. But Kozik gently but firmly shook his head.

"No, babe," he said, guiding her towards the door. "You've had a little too much to drink. We need to get you home and into bed."

His girlfriend groaned, but she was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Kozik led her out of the party and helped her into the passenger seat of her car.

As he buckled her seatbelt, he could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Just hang in there," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home."

The drive was quiet, with his girlfriend dozing off in the passenger seat. Kozik kept his eyes focused on the road, his hand occasionally reaching over to pat her leg reassuringly.

When they finally arrived at her house, he helped her out of the car and guided her up the driveway. She stumbled on the way to the front door, but he was there to catch her, holding her steady against him.

Inside, Kozik helped his girlfriend into bed, pulling the blankets up around her and making sure she was comfortable. She mumbled something about wanting to stay awake and chat, but her eyes were already shutting.

Kozik chuckled softly, sitting down beside her on the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and tucked the covers in around her.

"It's time to sleep," he said gently. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll be right here."

His girlfriend nodded sleepily, her eyes closed now. Kozik stayed by her side, watching her breathing even out as she fell asleep. He leaned back against the headboard, content to keep watch over her until morning.

As the night went on, Kozik found his mind drifting. He thought about the party they had just left, his brothers back at the club, and the life they lived. But throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to the woman asleep beside him.

He knew he was lucky to have her. She was feisty, spirited and beautiful. And she was all his.

Tig

Tig was watching his girlfriend's every movement from a safe distance. Not because he was worried, but because watching his girlfriend when slightly hammered was always fun. She always let her inner self shine when she's had a few drinks. She's not as shy and reserved when she's like that.

Right now she was giggling up a storm with some of the guys from the club. Her cheeks were a rosy shade and her eyes were bright. A little smile played on his lips as he took another long sip from his beer.

He chuckled to himself, watching as his girlfriend stumbled on her own two feet. She reached out and grabbed onto the nearest person to steady herself, who just so happened to not be him. His smile disappeared into a slight frown, and he took a few steps closer.

He quickly intervened and wrapped an arm around her, steadying her. He kept a tight grip, not too tight but tight enough to keep her from toppling over. "You okay there, sweetheart?" Tig asked, his voice holding a touch of amusement.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. A huge smile graced her face and she let out a small giggle. "TIGGY!! I'm good, just got a little dizzy." She replied, leaning a little closer to him, clearly tipsy.

Tig chuckled and instinctively tightened his arm around her. "Yeah, I can tell. You should slow down on the drinks, doll." He teased, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and mild concern.

"I'm fine, really. I can handle my boooze." She stated, trying to sound firm, but the slur in her voice gave her away. She stumbled again and Tig quickly caught her again, pulling her closer against him to keep her steady.

Tig rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're doing a real good job handling your booze right now.." he replied sarcastically. He let out a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing her back, soothingly.

She pouted and smacked his chest playfully. "Shut up, I'm not even that drunk." She retorted, her voice still a little slurred. "I had like, three beers and a shot then another one...Oh then Bobby made a toast so i had another few. I can handle that."

Tig raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh thats all, huh?" He teased, his tone laced with amusement. "Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds mighty reasonable for a lightweight like you."

She huffed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I am not a lightweight." She argued, but her unsteadiness and rosy cheeks said otherwise.Tig couldn't help but chuckle at her denial. He continued to hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against him. "Right, sure you're not. That's why you can barely stand up straight on your own."

"I can stand just fine, thank you very much!" She retorted, her drunken confidence taking over. She tried to step away from him to spin in a circle and prove her point, but she stumbles again, wobbling on her feet.

Tig quickly wrapped an arm around her again and pulled her back towards him. He chuckled, now finding her attempts to prove her point even more amusing. "Yeah, you're a regular ballerina on those feet, darlin'."

She went quiet too quiet. And has a weird look on her face

"Ah shit" Tig groans and quickly scooped her up with practiced ease, knowing what was about to happen. "Looks like it's a one-way ticket to the porcelain throne for you, sweetheart." He joked as he started to rush her towards the nearest bathroom.

Once they reached the bathroom, he gently set her down in front of the toilet just in time before she started to retch into it. He knelt down beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach. Tig winced in sympathy as he heard her getting sick.

"There you go, get it all out, doll." He comforted, rubbing her back soothingly. He was thankful that the bathroom was mostly empty, and he knew the guys would keep other people out.

Once she was done, she slumped against him, weak and shaky. Tig pulled her onto his lap, holding her close and letting her rest her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "You're gonna be feeling like hell tomorrow, baby." He said with a playful hint of amusement. He knew she was in for a rough morning, but he was also secretly enjoying having her so dependent on him for awhile.

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Text convos- Asking guys about a threesome-Sons of Anarchy Version

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Bad Days: Herman Kozik x Reader (feat: Alexander 'Tig' Trager)

Tagging: @darqchilddaydreamz @proceduralpassion @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @words-and-seeds @danzer8705 @yourwinchesterbros @mysoulisasunflower

Kozik is on a run to Bakersfield when he finally picks up the messages. When he pulls into the rest stop and checks his phone, he sees seven missed calls. Five from his brother and two from a number he doesn’t recognise. When he listens to his voicemail his heart freezes in his chest, it feels like he can’t fucking breath because he’s taken back to that place six months ago when you held his hand and told him you had cancer, he swore he felt his spirit leave his body in that moment and he has the same feeling again as he stands beside his bike listening to a message from the hospital up in Sonora.

He can’t vocalise what’s happening, but his distress is evident. It’s Tig that takes the phone from his hand, Kozik looks at him with agonising fucking eyes as he listens to the messages one after the other. Jax is the one that tells him to go, when Tig informs him of what’s going on. They’ll make the run without him.

When he gets to the hospital, he’s frantic, his brother meets him at the entrance and explains that what happened. He’d found you unconscious in the kitchen, blood streaming form a gash in your head when he’d returned from grocery shopping.

Kozik knows what’s happened, it’s day three after your most recent and hopefully last round of chemo. The worst fucking day because it’s when all the side effects hit. Nate was supposed to stay in with you, make sure you didn’t overexert yourself, because his girl, even cancer can’t keep her down. You’re a law unto yourself.

It turns into a fight, one where Nate tells him to go fuck himself, because he didn’t sign up to put his life on hold to take care of you every time Kozik decides to take off with his motorcycle club because he can’t handle being around you. Kozik doesn’t correct him, he doesn’t tell him that the reason he’s not home as much as he wants to be is because he’s earning to pay your medical bills, so they’re not hanging over your fucking head when you’re trying to recuperate. He wants you to have access to the best care you can, because he wants you to survive this, because he can’t imagine a life without you. He should be there, he fucking knows he should, he wants to be, but he needs to provide too.

It's late when Tig shows up, Kozik doesn’t expect it. Things have been fraught between the two of them since Missy, it’s been the reason Tig won’t let him patch in despite the fact he fucking needs to in order to stay in the area, in order to be with you.

“How is she?” He asks quietly as Kozik looks up from his clasped hands. His gaze strays to you, bandage over your left temple from where you hit the corner of the table on your way down. You’ve been in a deep sleep over the past couple of hours, a side effect of the poison that’s running through your system.

“Concussed.” Kozik tells him. “They’re keeping her in for observation, the chemo, it can complicate things. They wanna make sure she’s doing ok before they release her.”

“How bad?” Tig asks softly.

Kozik shakes his head, his eyes fucking burning because this is the first time, he’s talked to anyone but Nate about any of this. No one in the club knows his reality, he tries to keep his two worlds separate, he doesn’t want the shit he does to taint you, to ruin the relationship the two of you have.

“They caught it early.” He tells the other man. “She had an op a couple of months ago, the chemotherapy is just to clean up anything that’s left over. The problem is it makes her so fucking sick, and she hates it, she tries to do the stuff she’s used to doing and I’m not there to stop her.”

“Alright…” Tig says, clasping Kozik’s shoulder tightly. For a moment there’s a flash of what they used to be, brothers in arms, comrades, someone the other could rely on. “Do you need to take some time?”

Kozik swallows hard against the well of emotion in his chest. He doesn’t know what the fuck he should do right now. He needs to be here; he needs to earn. He’s torn between the two because either choice means he’s failing you in some way. He runs his hands over his face.

“I don’t know what the fuck I need right now.” He says honestly.

“O.K.” Tig says, reaching into his jacket and withdrawing an envelop before handing it to Kozik. “Your cut from today.”

Kozik’s eyebrows furrow as he feels the weight of the cash hidden within the confines of the paper.

“But I didn’t make the run.”

Tig shrugs his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter. Just take a couple of days and spend some time with your girl, I’ll square it with Jax.”

“It’s your take, isn’t it?” he tries to shove it back into Tig’s hands but the other man steps back holding his palms up to prevent it. “I can’t…”

“Yea, you can.” Tig asserts forcefully before gesturing at the bed. “Your girl needs you and you don’t need to worry about the medical bills hanging over your head.”

Kozik looks back at you.

The woman he loves, the woman who needs him. His beautiful, strong girl whose doing her best to kick cancer’s ass, even if it means she’s doing most of the work on her own.

“Thank you, brother.” Kozik says, it comes out fractured, his voice breaking as he uses the back of his hand to wipe at the moisture from underneath his eyes.  “You have no idea how much this means to me, to the both of us.”

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Cuddeling/Affection - Sons of Anarchy cast

Warnings: some fluff, mention of sex??, kissing, just the boys being sweet with their girls

A/N: I did not mention any kind of body shape or any kind of body description or skin color or hair color in it. If it’s the case please let me know. This is written for everyone. YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Jax:

Old school. In bed. The world outside is non-existent for the two of you. You have your head laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It calms you, like nothing in his world could harm you. His one arm is wrapped around your shoulder drawing invisible patterns on it while his other arm, more like his hand is linked with your hand resting on his stomach. Legs tangled underneath the sheets. You talk about all the good things in life, nothing bad, no club shit. Jax would place a kiss on your forehead from time to time listening to you and your plan for the future or some dream you had last night. When you don't get a response you look up at him and see him smiling down on you.

Juice:

He is the one who needs comfort after a long run or when his head is messing with him again. You don’t mind at all. He comes home and walks straight up to you pulling you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and let him hold you as long as he needs. You think it reassures him you’re still there. When he lets you go, you softly grab his hand and pull him towards the sofa, laying down motioning him to lay on top of you. He gets rid of his kutte and boots and gets on the sofa laying half on top of you, careful not to crush you. One hand goes straight to his head raking your nails over his mohawk, the other on his back moving up and down in a soothing manner. Juice just holds you. After some time he starts talking and tells you what’s going on right now. “You don’t know how much I love you, babe.” is the last thing he says before kissing you deeply showing you what he told you. 

Chibs: 

He is an old fashioned man and he’s not afraid to show you his love in public. When you first saw him you would’ve never thought he’d be so gentle with you. It was a simple friday night, no party, just the members and their Old ladies or girlfriends. Chibs was sitting on the couch with Opie, Tig and Jax on chairs in front of him. You had a long day at work and just wanted the comfort of your Old man's arms. As you entered the clubhouse you instantly locked eyes with Chibs. You made your way over to the couch and took a seat in between Chibs and Tig, throwing your legs over Chibs and resting your forehead against his shoulder. He pulled you as close as possible kissing your forehead. “You wanna talk about it, lass?” “No, just hold me.” and he did hold you the rest of the night. 

Tig: 

Crazy, weird, always horny, strange men, this is how you can describe the best. His hands are all over you, all the time and not in a very appropriate kind of way. When you walk past him, he’ll slap your butt, when you bend over to pick something up, he’ll let out some whistles, when you sit at the bar, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and place kisses on your neck and cheek. No hiding at all. He even does not hide the dirty talk. At first you were embarrassed he would say those things out loud for everyone to hear, but you got used to it. From time to time you would say all the dirty things you’d do to him when his brothers are around and then leave him alone. It never takes long for Tig to come after you. 

Happy: 

Never in a million years you thought Happy would show any sort of affection or yet would cuddle you in public. When you first started dating he was hesitant about showing his love and adoration towards you when his brothers were around. It all changed after you got kidnapped and held hostage for a day. The thought of losing you changed his thinking of looking whipped. At partys you’d be in his lap, his arms around your waist. He’d place kisses on your neck and cheek or whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Out in public he holds your hand or has an arm wrapped around your waist. His kisses were the best. Soft, slow and passionate with a slight hint of dominance, but it showed you how much he loves you. 

Kozik:

You kept your relationship as private as possible. His brothers knew you and about your relationship. You were friends with most of Kozik's brothers. When the guys have to leave for a longer run you say goodbye at the clubhouse, a short kiss on the lips and one of those hugs where you don’t want to let go. When he comes home to you, he pulls you close, hands on your waist slightly squeezing and giving you the most breathtaking kiss he ever gave you. Your hands are around his neck playing with his hair or scratching his neck slightly. Still kissing he lifts you up and lays down on the couch with you on top of him. The rest of the day you stay inside watching TV and eating take out while holding each other close and enjoying each other's company. 

Opie:

His hugs are the BEST. It doesn’t matter how tall you are, that man is a giant. You are standing outside watching Happy and Tig fight. Opie is behind you, arms around your shoulders holding your hand in front of your chest. From time to time he places his head on top of yours or just leaves a kiss there. He’d tease you when you can’t reach the highest shelf just to stand behind you and press his front against you back and get the things you want. On Sundays you two stay inside to spend some quality time together. You’d be laying on top of him, your face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent and placing kisses there from time to time. He has his arms securely around you, not letting you move an inch. 

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Spooky Day with Him

This will be a VERY long post. I tried multiple times to get them to post separately and they still haven't posted. But in honor of Halloween, my favorite <3 I wrote a little short for almost all of the characters I write for, except maybe Phillip Kopus? Anyway, GIF credit and Photo credit to those who created them! They're always so amazing :*

TRIGGER WARNING: 18 or older ONLY, there's some sm*tty business in some of these that I totally forgot about. But, for all your Kenny Johnson and Jon Bernthal needs? Enjoy!

Word Count: 3012 for the entire work

: 430 roughly per piece

1. Kozik-Halloween at Home

You sat in the living room, your planchette/witchy patterned blanket on your legs and a sweater wrapped around you.

“Baby?” Kozik calls from the front door. You sit on the couch, grinning at him as he comes in. When his eyes soak you in, he can’t help but chuckle a little. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He slips into the bedroom, pulling on his Joker pajama pants and sweatshirt, heading out onto the couch next to you with a bowl of popcorn and a bag of chocolate.

“Wanna watch Nightmare on Elm Street?” You ask, looking over to him from your book.

“Sure, baby.” He smiles, curling against you and tucking you under his arm. You start the movie, looking up to your blonde husband with a small smile. “You know, we should go as Glen Lantz and Nancy Thompson for the clubhouse party, yeah?” He asks, looking at you with a grin.

“I’d love to! As long as you don’t turn into a puddle of bloody mush.” You giggle, patting his knee. You sit there all night watching horror movies and laughing at the horrible films. As you shut off the TV around midnight, you feel arms creep around you and give a soft shriek.

“Better keep you awake all night.” Kozik growls in your ear, leaving chills running down your spine as your arms wrap around his neck and your lips attack his in a passionate meeting of flesh and teeth.

“Please, I can’t sleep tonight.” You beg in a whisper, igniting something in Kozik’s eyes as his tongue flicks out, lining his bottom lip.

2. Luca- Warmth and Soft Cuddles

You and Luca got home after a long day at work, both changing into their sweaters and pajama pants.

Lighting your pumpkin spice candle, you grab your pumpkin patterned blanket and head to couch.

“You look cozy, honey.” He coos, sitting down next to you with some pumpkin cheesecake cookies in hand and hot cocoa.

“You ready for Halloweentown?” You giggle excited to watch your childhood favorites.

“Of course, honeybun.” He smiles, kissing your lips softly and sweetly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, his knuckle brushing absently on your cheek. You sit in your pumpkin themed living room. His head slowly lulls against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you both watch.

“I think we should be Luke and Marnie for Halloween.” You whisper, kissing his forehead.

“Great idea, babe! We can go shopping after work tomorrow.” He smiles, tickling your shoulder.

“Luca, hunny.” You whisper, thinking he’s asleep. When he turns to look at you, you give a sweet little grin and giggle.

“You wanna see my Talisman of Merlin?” He asks, winking at you. You can’t control the giggles that erupt from your chest as he winks and he laughs with you, grabbing you up and pressing you into the couch. “Baby, why are you so beautiful?” He coos, pressing his hips into your scantily clad ones, a fire starting in the pit of your stomach as you felt him against your throbbing core.

“Christ Dom.” You breathe, letting him roll his hips against you, your fingers tugging at his sweatpants.

3. Frank- The Not-So-Scary Man Next-Door

You were on Trick or Treating duty in your apartment complex this year along with some of the moms around there. When you agreed, it was because one mom had begged you. Now here you stood, dressed in your little Punisher costume. Your sister had begged you to go as the Punisher this year, and you couldn’t say now since she’d offered to pay for it. So there you stood, in your black bodysuit with black cut off shorts, fishnets, and black knee high military boots. This costume wasn’t cheap, and when your sister arrived with it, you choked audibly and tried to shove her back out the door. With a deep breath, you step out into the parking lot and head up the steps to the main porch where you’re sitting with five or six other moms.

When you arrive, the low hum of chatter as you step up with your cauldron of candy and the eyes land on you. Collective gasps fill the small space as they look at you with shock.

“What?” You ask, looking around to the familiar faces.

“Honey, you know you’re dressed as the Punisher, right?” Asks Salena with a half-dirty look.

“I am?” You gasp mockingly, looking around and smacking a hand harshly against your chest. The eyes that judged you seconds ago, now look behind you. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes meet your neighbor Pete standing there. “Pete!” You cheer, grabbing his hand and dragging him to your double seat. You weren’t sure he’d join you when you’d invited him, but here he was!

“Oh my god! We’re both the Punisher!” You cheer, inspecting his very real costume. “You and the Punisher could be brothers!” You giggle, patting his shoulder. He loved your bubbly personality. One woman pulls you aside, Vickie, a mother to a couple of young teens, and whispers in your ear.

“He’s Frank Castle.”

“I know!” You whisper-shout back at her. “Me too!” You giggle, patting your own chest plate.

“Hunny listen to me. He’s the real Frank Castle. He’s the real Punisher from the news. He’s the real deal, darlin’.”

“i know he looks pretty real, but I would know. We’re neighbors! We have coffee every morning!” You assure, heading back over and sitting next to Pete. “Where did you get your costume?” You ask, looking at his vest.

“I made it.” He gruffs, uncomfortable around the other women. You two don’t talk much until he walks you to your door right across the hall from his.

“Hey, Pete? Are you really Frank Castle?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at him. Taking your arm, he walks you into your apartment.

“Listen, I don’t want to scare you, okay? Yeah, I’m actually Frank Castle.” He nods, walking towards the door. Reaching out, you grab his arm.

“I had a feeling, Frank Castle. It doesn’t mean I’m scared. Those other women are too hoity-toity and scared. I’m not.” You smile, pulling him gently to the couch. “I’ll grab some snacks and we can watch a movie if you want!” You smile. Frank sits on the couch and you grab a tray. Coffee, some pumpkin sugar cookies, and some chocolate you had left over. With snacks in hand, you sit on the couch next to Frank and pat his knee, handing him the coffee cup with the Punisher skull on it.

“You obsessed with me?” He coos low, his voice soft gravel.

“I am, Frank Castle. I think the Punisher is a hero. He saved me, you know.” You smile gently, flipping on Halloween.

“He did?”

“Yeah, last Halloween I was walking home from a party and the Punisher broke this creep’s nose and took me to a hospital to get checked out.”

“I remember you now.” He smiles, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you against him.

4. Sam Rossi- Fall Time at the Motel

You stepped into the motel with two totes teetering atop each other. As you step into the motel office, the tote on top tumbles onto the floor. Sam peeks out from the office and chuckles.

“What are you doing?” He asks as he pushes out into the main office.

“It’s halloween, Sam!” You whine, heaving a deep breath as you start to unpack the totes. Once you have everything out, you start to decorate. Simple bats and jack o lanterns filled the space, leaving Sam feeling a little Halloween spirit. You sit on the couch, watching the rain trickle down the window, coffee mug in hand. Sam slips over to the office door, flipping the ‘open’ sign off and locking the door. Slipping into the kitchenette, he digs out some of their halloween candy stash, and some homemade pumpkin cookies from his mother. With a coffee carafe in one hand and snacks in the other, he heads out and sits next to you.

Placing everything on the table, he puts another piece of wood on the fire, giving you a smirk. As he finds a seat next to you, he tucks you gently under his arm, your hand coming up and stroking his beard.

“Sam Rossi, are you ever going to ask me out?” You whisper against his shoulder, sliding your arm around his waist and nestling against him like a cat.

“I didn’t think I needed to at this point, ma’am.” He croons, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Well, you’re right but I’d still like you to ask.” You giggle.

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He whispers. A smile slides across his lips and he squeezes you gingerly, but affectionately.

5. Shane Walsh- Do I Think So?

You had just finished your farmhouse halloween decorations as the doorbell rang. Stepping up to the door, you look through the peephole to see Shane admiring your wooden pupmpkin stack that guards your door. Propping open your front door, you greet Shane with a half annoyed smile.

“Walsh! What do I owe this grand displeasure?” You snide, lips pursed.

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, darlin’. Trust me, the neighbors called, said they heard a disturbance.”

“No they didn’t.” You nip, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“You’re right, they didn’t. But Lori wanted me to come pick you up for their Halloween party tonight. I assumed she told you she was sending me.” He shrugs, crossing his arms back at her.

“Well you know what assuming does.” You snort, sucking on your teeth.

“Yeah, well. Go get ready, would ya?” He drawls, waving you into the house. He knows he’s allowed in, following behind you with a smile as he takes in your decorations. “You wanna come decorate at my place, Suzie Homemaker?” He calls through the house. You giggle softly to yourself as you slip into your sexy cop costume. You’d gotten it as a joke but you felt good in it, and Lori loved it on you as well.

“Nothing will make that shithole look good!” You call back. The minute you do, your zipper gets stuck and you can’t zip it up any higher. Groaning, you try everything from stretching to laying down, to unzipping it, but nothing works. For a moment, you consider waiting until you get to Lori and Rick’s and having her help, but Shane was in the living room, and he shouldn’t have a problem helping.

“I really like the pumpkins in here, peaches. They look pretty cool.” He calls, but when you appear at the doorway with your costume on, his jaw unhinges and he stares at you.

“Can you please help me with the zipper?” You ask, turning around and backing up to him. With a huge grin, you feel his quaking hands reach up and grab the zipper, tugging down a little, and then back up.

“There you go.” He smiles, huffing a deep breath. His eyes trail across the pumpkins and ghosts with happy little faces around your place, unable to control his hands tapping wildly at his sides.

“Thanks. What do you think?” You cheer, doing a little spin, his eyes watching your ass, waist, and breasts as you turn.

“You look hot.” He blurts, eyes wide as they meet yours.

“You think so?” He only nods, unable to find anymore words.

“Fuck, do I think so?” He parrots hazily, eyes lodged on your hips, the sweet curvature that his hands ached to reach for. Stepping a tiny step closer, you swing your hips as you move, giving him a show. Without hestitation, his hands jut out and snatch your waist, yanking your body agaisnt his. He was so hot, his breath against your neck as his lips attacked the skin there, leaving little red marks in his path. Without breaking the kiss he presses to your lips, he unzips your bodysuit, tugging it down. Your ahnds unbutton his button up and you kiss his throat.

“Shane.” You whisper. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Tell ‘her traffic sucked.” He mutters unceremoniously scooping you up and pushing you into a wall.

6. Terrance Swaino- Rae Dunn or None

You had just finished your Rae Dunn decorating for Halloween, just in time for Terrance to come home. You’d also gotten your favorite cozy collection out, pillows and a pumpkin blanket from your Target.

“Hey baby, you made it look so nice in here!” He smiles, complimenting your decorating as he tweaks and moves a few things, perfecting the displays around your home.

“You think so?” You call as you watch him disappear into your shared bedroom probably to change. You and Terrance were going to a Halloween party at Crystal and Frank’s tonight.

“Baby, you’re so great, hunny. I don’t deserve you.” He coos, pulling you against him and kissing your lips sweetly. “Get your costume on, baby. We gotta leave soon.” You pulled on your Karen Page outfit, and Terrance got into his Punisher get up, your heart fluttered at the sight of his all dressed up, looking so sexy.

“Ugh, this is stupid.” You whine, your hands lingering on the plated vest he wears over his broad chest. He was built like a lumberjack and you loved that about him, especially in his Frank Castle costume. He looked just like him, and it turned you on so much you didn’t want to go to the party.

“What’s the matter baby?” He asks, licking his perfect lips and giving you that signature smile.

“I don’t want to go when you look like that. I just want Frank Castle to have his way with me and forget about the stupid party.” You groan, dragging your hands away from his bulging biceps and starting towards the door.

“Well, maybe we show up fashionably late.” He growls low in your ear, pulling you back against him. “Because Miss Page, you look sexy standing there like that.” He gruffs, letting you twist in his arms, your hands wrapping, fingers splayed, around his enormous biceps and shivering lustfully.

“Castle, if you don’t fuck me, I swear to God.” You groan, mewling against him, needing so much more contact than there was.

7. Rick Flag-I Put a Spell on You

He didn’t really care for Halloween, as his job made Halloween year round for him, so during Halloween you always went extra on the magical decorations and potion bottles and witchy things. He loved your magical side, and the spooky, spellbinding effect you put on the house while he was at work. You transformed it into another dimension for him and he adored it. You had a little ode to June Moon, his first love, with a crescent moon wall hanging piece with her name on it. She had been your very good friend, and Diablo had also been your good friend; they trusted you with their secrets even when they didn’t have to.

“Rick! Don’t come in!” You call, jabbing a finger at him as he climbed from his truck.

“Okay buttercup!” He calls, chuckling to himself at your theatrics. You dashed around last minute to make sure everything was perfect, not a spider or potion bottle out of place. Running outside, you grab his hand and drag him inside.

“Alright, are you ready?” You giggle, hands barely covering his eyes.

“Yes, darlin’. I’m ready.” He coos, giving your fingers a playful tug away from his face.

“Okay, so here it is!” You let your hands away and he opens his eyes to be yet again, amazed by your talent to transform your average house into another world.

“Wow, babygirl.” He whispers, taking it all in. The web strung strategecally about, the apathecary set up on your coffee bar. The magical purple hue throughout the house from the purple window shades, he takes it all in and he grins from ear to ear. Grabbing the witch’s hat off the hat rack by the door, he props it atop your head, a devilish smirk on his tempting lips. “C’mon you pretty witch, how bad are you?” He challenges, licking his lips. The minute his hot breath hits your neck you’re toast, tugging and yanking at his tee shirt and military pants.

“I’m wicked.” You croon, your eyes meeting his in a dangerous passion.

“Are you that sexy when you only have your hat and robe on?” He asks, eyeing the dark silk purple robe hanging right below where the hat had been.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, stripping down to nothing, slipping on your black Louboutin’s and robe over your black lace brasseire and panties.

“Shit, baby.” He breathes, grabbing the stereo remote and turning on your playlist.

‘I put a spell on you because you’re mine’ the lyrics ring so true as he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Rick, honey.” You coo, feeling him against you.

[twistnet]

dating herman kozik would include

general

- you meeting his brother’s in a very important part in his club life. this not only means that you are one that’s going to stick around, but it means that you’re ready to meet the family. they welcome you with open arms, but you do have to gain their trust.

- like any of his brothers, he would drop anything for you in a heartbeat. of course, within reason. never feel like you can’t tell him something as he will always be there for you. you should never feel afraid to face any thing you aren’t comfortable with by yourself

little things

- teaches you how to defend yourself. whether it’s boxing or shooting a gun, he wants you to be prepared for anything. having someone like you at his side is easy to have, but hard to keep. and he would hate himself if you were ever used as a way to weaken the club and you didn’t know how to defend yourself.

- if you ever can’t sleep, he offers to take you on midnight rides, where you just ride out until you get far away enough in one direction and then turn back. usually puts you right to sleep the minute you get home

- while it’s not something you do often, he enjoys it when you randomly drop by the clubhouse with some lunch for him or just to stop and say hi to him as he working in the shop. he gets teased about it, but could care less as it was important to him that you just took time out of your day to come and say hi to him.

affection

- nickname, babe. kozik tends to use this nickname more than your actual name as it rolls off the tongue so easily. also the bonus of getting to see your bright smile when he calls you by said nickname. while he will rarely use your name, unless the situation is serious, he always does enjoy just saying your name as well.

- hugs, are a very big thing for him. he’s a hugger at heart and loves getting to wrap his arms around you any chance he gets. it’s his form of greeting with not only you, but his brothers. on the same side, kozik does always like to have an arm wrapped around you in some way, either waist or shoulders.

- kisses, contrary to popular belief, this man has some of the softest kisses. just don’t tell any of his brothers. he likes gently cupping your face with his hands, brushing your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, then planting kisses on you starting at your forehead and ending at your lips.

- holding hands, don’t happen as much as seen in some other relationships. his main reasoning behind grabbing onto your hand is when he’s pulling you somewhere or when he’s trying to get your attention, otherwise, it’s always him wrapping an arm around you.

- cuddling, happens whenever you seem to initiate it. he won’t ever complain about you wanting to cuddle with him, and actually misses it when he’s away on runs or if you ever have to leave town for any reason. he doesn’t always ask for cuddling, but will snuggle up to you on the couch and just wait for you to realize what he’s asking for.

[idorkish]

Herman Kozik SFW Alphabet

Alphabet by @snk-warriors​

Warnings: Fluff, some sexual mentions. I needed some more Herman Kozik in my life, so here we are. 

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Kozik likes to spend his free time hanging around the house, fixing what he can or just watching movies with his s/o. If he’s feeling up to it, he will drag s/o out of the house for walks around the neighborhood or a drive to someplace to do a hike. Whatever he’s doing, it’s a time to relax and get his minds off of everything. 

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires their view on life. He and his s/o had such different paths in life that it’s sometimes hard to see the good in life for him. When his s/o starts talking about their passion, he finds them the most beautiful. He can’t get enough of their bright smile, the bounce they do in their seat and their animated hands as they explain something completely foreign to him. 

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Kozik is no stranger to dark thoughts clouding his mind. For a long time, it’s why he turned to drugs to tune it all out. So when he finds his s/o having a panic attack, he’s right at their side doing whatever they need him to. Do they just need someone to remind them to breathe? He’s having them take in breaths for a a 5 count, hold it for 7, and release for 8. He will keep repeating until their breaths even out and he can figure out what triggered the attack. Do they need someone to just let them sit on their lap and curl up? Well then, grab your favorite blanket and crawl into his open arms because he will hold his s/o for as long as needed. 

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Kokiz still dreams of a picaresque life. He wants the little white fence, a dog running around the yard chasing after 2 or 3 little kids. He wants his s/o home, taking care of the house while he is out taking care of everything else for them. 

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Kozik is always the Dominant. What he says goes. He does it out of love for his s/o and his desire for their safety. 

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

This is going to depend on what caused the fight. Cheating, lying, or hiding something behind his back? There is going to be a big fight that will take a while to get over. He knows he’s not always around, physically and emotionally, and he has cheated in the past so he knows in his gut that it’s bound to happen eventually. 

The fights are loud, he will never lay a hand on his s/o but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to take his frustration out elsewhere. He might go out shooting, to the gym to box off some steam, or he might tag along with Happy for a job or too that require more physical brute. 

In the end, he is going to take the deepest breath he can and head back home. He doesn’t want things to end and wants to work stuff out, even if it’s tough. 

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Kozik is eternally grateful that the universe decided to send him his s/o. They dote on him when he’s home and understand when he has to keep them in the dark. When his s/o leaves him a packed lunch for days he’s working at the garage, his heart swells. It’s all the little things that his s/o does that makes him want to be better. 

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

At first, there were so many secrets. Kozik has been through this before and did not care to be an open book. He kept the happenings of the club a secret, the drugs, the drinking, everything. He wanted to keep the two bubbles of his life separate, and it stayed that way for a while, until it became too much for him. It took him time to slowly open up, but open up he did. He told his s/o about his history of drug abuse, how he was trying to stay sober from it but switched to alcohol and sex. Even if it wasn’t much of an abuse of the 2, he knows he used them as an escape. He slowly introduced his s/o to his other life and the relief at acceptance of that lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders. He doesn’t share 100% of what goes on at the club, but that’s the agreement that him and his s/o came up with. They just want to know when he’s traveling, who he’s with, when he’s coming home, and a few texts to know he’s safe. 

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or help them overcome personal problems?

They helped inspire each other to be better at something. Kozik always wanted to find a hobby that had nothing to do with the garage. His s/o encouraged him to take up blacksmithing or leatherworking. Kozik found he very much enjoyed the heat and pounding on steel. His first piece was a small pointed steel pendant that he added to a chain and gifted his s/o. 

For his s/o, they always wanted to learn to ride a horse. So he put money aside and bought them lessons. As they got better at it, and wanted to do it more, he paid for more and then bought them their very own horse and a spot at the local stable. 

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Kozik gets jealous very easily. He still has intrusive thoughts that make him wonder why his s/o is still there when there are others with less dangerous targets on their heads. So if anyone starts flirting with his s/o, Kozik is there to wrap an arm around their shoulder or waist and pulls them close, kissing on their neck and letting the other know that this person is HIS. 

His s/o also has jealousy issues. Kozik has cheated in the past, they’ve worked through it and have acknowledged it but when the crows pay Kozik a little too much attention, it’s hard not to let the green monster rear its ugly head. His s/o will take a seat at the clubhouse and nurse their drink for as long as they stay. 

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kozik has had time to perfect his kissing skills. The first kiss was awkward, it always it but it didn’t take him long to figure out what his s/o liked and he used that to his advantage. 

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It was a slip of the tongue honestly. Things were so chaotic with the club and life in general. There had been an extended lockdown and he couldn’t get you off his mind. He knew you were safe in the clubhouse but he was on edge. When it was all said and done, and he made his way to his room and found you laying on his bed, laptop next to you playing a movie, he blurted it out, scaring his s/o so much they fell off the bed. 

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He is terrified of getting married, even the thought of getting married. You were his partner, you lived together, shared everything. What was the point of getting married? When Opie and Lyla tied the knot, he caught his s/o’s wistful looks and sighs and he know, oh boy did it hit him like a ton of bricks, but he knew. He needed to marry you and make everything official. He got his brothers and Gemma involved. Gemma kept his s/o out of the house while everyone else got it prepped. His s/o had no idea what was going on, until Gemma dropped them home and all the lights were out inside, the only lights coming from the backyard. And there he was, fairy lights strung up all around, him in a button up shirt and slacks, and a candlelit dinner smack in the center. Once married, there are still plenty of ups and downs. Kozik and his s/o still have jealous moments, they still fight, but at the end of the day, Kozik remembers why they married. 

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Kozik calls his s/o the classics - babe, baby, sweetheart

His s/o gives him various names - babe, Kozzy bear, Hermie, Hermiester, Manny, sweetie

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It is sickeningly obvious to everyone around them that Kozik and his s/o are in love. It was obvious before they dated, while they dated, and after they married. They express themselves with touch, a hand on the back, arms wrapped around the others’ shoulders or waist. 

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Gods, they wish Kozik would sometimes just shut up about his s/o. The only times he shuts up is at the parties, when his s/o is planted firmly on his lap. His is never hesitant to kiss or grab a feel, who cares if anyone sees. 

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Kozik is a mechanic and super handy around the house. Who needs to call a handyman when s/o has their own Herman to fix everything. 

S/o makes sure Kozik takes care of himself. He gets too wrapped up in others that he often puts himself last. 

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

It honestly depends on the day. There are some days where Kozik is the epitome of romance - flowers, bubble baths, and a fancy night out. Other times, it having his s/o put on their riding gear and traveling up to Tacoma for the weekend. 

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He tries, he really does, but there are days he has no idea how to support his s/o. If they were trying to start a business, well you have as much financial support as he can muster. Are you wanting to learn some new hobbies, well he’ll do what he can to find you someone to help. Want to learn to ride your own bike, as much as he would love nothing more to help, he knows he doesn’t have the best patience for teaching, so he asks Clay or Bobby for help. No matter what, Kozik believes 100% in his s/o and hopes they do the same for him. 

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

There are very few things Kozik will say “no” to. Threesomes, public sex, sex under the stars? Check, check, check. Bondage, whips, sensation play? Ooooh, check-a-roo-galore! He’s always up to try something new, the only no so far has been sharing. He knows they’re both too jealous to bring another in, so he’s all too OK to keep his s/o to himself. 

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Kozik’s s/o is far superior in this, he can admit to that. He tries but he is not that empathetic. He gets when his s/o is upset and does what he can to cheer them up, he gets the dark voices in the head that lead to a spiral of insecurities, he can handle all that dark stuff. But if someone says something, which in his mind is insignificant and unworthy to be listened to, he doesn’t get what it does to his s/o. Who cares what the cretins of the town had to say anyway?

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

At first, it scared Kozik how much the relationship meant to him. So he did what he thought he was best at, he found warmth in another woman’s arms and tried to push you away. As his s/o stuck it out and proved they were willing to work on the relationship, it became one of the most important parts of Kozik’s life. He has said that we was willing to give up the club if they ever made him pick them or his s/o. 

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

When Kozik is sick, he is the biggest baby ever. He doesn’t want his s/o out of arms reach. He will whine and pout until his s/o is back by his side and lets him rest his head on their lap. He loves the way his s/o will run their fingers through his hair, make sure he is fully wrapped up, and has everything he needs close by. He loves being pampered and babied, and will even feign sickness for another day or two to keep it going. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Kozik is SUPER affectionate. He doesn’t care whether it’s in public or private. His hands are always somewhere on his s/o, whether it’s their hip or shoulder. He loves being able to pull them close and press kisses to their temple.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Runs are the worst. For his brothers. Kozik will whine and constantly be on his phone sending texts back and forth with his s/o. He is bound to have something of theirs tucked away in his pack for the night. Whether for a few hours or more than a day, he is pining to be next to his s/o. 

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Kozik has often “joked” he was willing to kill someone for his relationship with s/o. He had hoped it would never get to that, but his s/o knows he is 100% serious on that “joke”. Kozik has had so much taken away from him in life that he refuses to let anything happen to his relationship. Even if it means killing.