#like sorry youre hungover aint my problem

[crowempress]

Happy pride month today hungover straight women yelled at me

[the-dead-skwad]

Out of bounds X Tig Trager X Reader

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

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

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, father daughter argument.

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

“No problem doll." He smirked at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You spun to face her "Hey mom." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks mom." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh shit.. two shots then?" 

You nodded "Make sure they're strong." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it!" 

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

"You gonna make a fool of yourself?" 

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

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

"More than you know." 

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

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

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

"You don't want this fight ladies." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm having fun." 

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

"Excuse me?" You were shouting now. 

"Did I stutter!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeahhh, not really something I was expecting." 

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

"So you really like me?" 

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

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

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

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