#tig trager drabble

[mysticalmallard]

♥︎ Spending the night for the first time ♥︎

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🦆: This is a new thing I'm trying, group drabbles, so I can write for more characters at once with the same scenario to challenge myself to make each drabble unique from the others....let me know if you want more like this and what scenario you want next ♥︎

♡ This one includes: Tig Trager, Herman Kozik, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Happy Lowman ♡

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Tig Trager

He yawns as he looks at the clock on the wall, noticing the time.

"Damn, it's late. You can take the bed, darlin'. I'll just crash on the couch."

He heads over to the couch and falls, landing on his back. He kicks his legs back and forth dramatically, getting comfortable.

"You don't have to do that Tiggy, is your bed not big enough for two?" She giggles

He smiles and sighs.

"Oh no, it is. I just didn't want you to feel awkward or nothin'. But if you don't mind sharing the bed, I don't mind at all."

He stands and walks into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

"But I do wanna warn you. Snorings a huge problem of mine."

He grins, looking up at her.

"And I'm a bit of a cuddler, too."

she laughs, joining him in bed

Tig lays down, pulling her to him. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head.

Herman Kozik

Koziks girlfriend was spending the night at his place for the first time, and she was both excited and nervous. As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in just a oversized T-shirt and panties. "Do I look okay like this?" she asked Kozi, who was already in bed.

Kozi looked up from his phone and smiled warmly. "You look perfect," he reassured her. "I like seeing you in my clothes." He patted the bed next to him. "C'mere."

She smiled back and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Relax," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You being here is all I care about."

Kozik chuckled and gave her a playful nudge. "You're so tense. What are you worried about? we've shared a bed before and you know i don't bite... unless you ask me to." His eyes glinted with mischief as he gave her a wink.

She laughed, some of the tension in her body easing at his joke. "I don't know," she admitted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I guess I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to mess this up."

Kozi's expression softened. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Hey, there's no such thing as perfect. And you're not gonna mess anything up. I want you here with me, that's all. Just be yourself, and we'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jax Teller

Jax had been seeing his new girlfriend for a few weeks now, and he was falling for her hard. But he was a man who was used to living a certain way, and he knew that spending the night together would change things.

He had a rule - he never let women stay over. But he wanted her to, this time.

He watched her as she got ready to leave, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She looked so beautiful, her hair down and cascading down her back, but there was something deeper than just physical desire.

As she looked up at him, he saw a vulnerability in her expression that tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to have her close, to protect her, to wake up with her in his arms.

"Stay tonight. Stay with me." His voice was soft and low, the words coming out more like a plea than a demand. Jax knew he was taking a chance by breaking his own rule, but it felt right. The connection he had with her was different from anything he'd ever experienced before.

She looked slightly taken aback by his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay, but now that he had, she found herself contemplating the idea. Staying the night seemed like a big step, a move that would bring them closer together. She knew that if she agreed, things would never be the same between them.

She looked back and forth between his eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never seen this more vulnerable side of Jax before. For a long moment, it seemed like she was contemplating what to do.

Then, slowly, she nodded her head, her mouth curving up into a small smile. "Okay. I'll stay."

Opie Winston

Opie had never been one for emotional attachments they just didn't seem like a good investment anymore. But then she walked into his life. He hadn't been expecting it, but he found himself drawn to her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she carried herself.

And now, after weeks of dating, he felt something shift. He found himself wanting her to stay the night. It was a big step for him. It would be the first time sleeping next to someone since Donna.

He nervously cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "So, I know we've been dating for a while now, and things are going pretty well, right? And I was thinking... well, I don't know, maybe you could stay the night? Tonight?"

The words came out more like a question than a statement, and he didn't look up to meet her eye. He was feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he didn't know how she would react.

The silence that hung in the air between them felt like an eternity, and Opie couldn't bear to look up. He braced himself for rejection, ready to laugh it off and brush it off as a joke. But just as he was about to speak, he heard her voice.

"I'd like that."

The words were simple, but they were like a breath of fresh air to him. He looked up, surprise written on his face, as if he hadn't really expected her to say yes. But there she was, smiling at him, her eyes warm and gentle.

"Really?" he asked, still a hint of disbelief in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a laugh. "I'd love to spend the night here with you. I just wasn't sure if you were ready for something like that."

Opie exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "To be honest, I wasn't sure either," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "But i'm ready now. I want you to stay. I want to wake up next to you."

Chibs Telford

The evening had drawn to a close and it was well after midnight. Chibs was sat on his couch with his lass, wrapped in his arms and cuddled under a blanket, the two of them watching a random movie on TV. Chibs was slowly tracing patterns on her hip with his thumb as they both stared at the screen in front of them.

“Ye staying over tonight?” He asks in a low voice, glancing down at her.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you.” She responds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Chibs smiles and nods, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Absolutely.” He says, shifting to pull her tighter against his chest. “That’s fine with me.”

The movie continued on, though Chibs was more focused on his girlfriend than the plot unfolding in front of them. Every now and then, he’d place a soft kiss on her forehead or the top of her head and rub small circles on her hip.

Once the movie finally came to an end, he grabbed for the remote and shut off the TV before shifting to look down at her again. “Ready for bed, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice.

Chibs chuckles softly under his breath as he looks down at her already fast asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair out of her face before carefully maneuvering around her to pick her up in his arms bridal style.

She stirs slightly, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He carries her towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot and entering the room. He sets her down on the bed carefully before going around to the other side to lay down next to her.

Chibs wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him, her back pressing against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

As he pulls the covers up over them, he can’t help but think about how nice it was to have her there with him. It had been a while since he’d had a woman spend the night with him and he found himself getting comfortable with the idea. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Juice Ortiz

Juice laid in bed, shirtless with his boxers on. Rubbing his eyes he looked over at his phone and read the time, 10:46pm. He heard the water running in bathroom, he knew his girlfriend was taking a shower.

He groaned and tossed his phone down on the bed, he laid there staring at the ceiling patiently waiting for her to come out the bathroom.

The water finally turned off, he turned to glance at the bathroom door. He heard her humming. He rolled on his back and groaned impatiently. After 10 more minutes of waiting she came out the bathroom, with her hair in a towel already dressed Juice frowned realising he wanted her to stay.

"What are you doing?" Juice mumbled, she glanced over at him smiling. "Getting ready to go home." She stated.

Juice grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down towards him. "Stay." He mumbled with a pout.

"I can't, i have work in the morning" she pouted back, but Juice tugged her until her back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Stay the night." He mumbled into her ear.

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

She was about to protest again but his pout and puppy dog eyes made her melt. "Fine" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and juice smirked.

He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her waist. "Good." He mumbled into her skin. He shifted them so they were both laying down and he was spooning her.

"Juice, you got to let me up so I can change again. I'm not sleeping in jeans," she laughs.

Juice groaned and tightened his grip. "No, stay like this." He mumbled, and she laughed some more.

"Come on, I'll be quick." She said while trying to move. Juice gripped her hips and pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Juice buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed a few spots and then planted one final kiss on her shoulder before mumbling against her skin. "You're not going anywhere."

Happy Lowman

Happy was in his apartment on the couch waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was the first time she was staying overnight, and he had spent the evening tidying the place up and making sure everything was perfect.

As the clock ticked on as he sat in silence watching it, there was a knock on the door. Happy jumped up from the couch and went to answer it. Standing on the porch was his girlfriend, drenched from the rain.

"Hey Hap, thanks again for letting me crash here I didn't wanna deal with my roommates drama tonight" she says backpack on her damp sholder.

Happy grins, admiring her wet appearance before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her. "It's no problem. I'm glad you're here."

She shivers, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him."Cold?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She nods, leaning into him, her body still shivering. "Freezing."

Happy smirks and leads her further into the apartment, towards the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes then."

They enter his bedroom and he reaches out to unzip her jacket, his hands skimming over her curves as he helps her out of it. Her shirt is next, and he pulls it off over her head, exposing her bare skin to his gaze.

He tosses her one of his shirts from his draws as she pulls her jeans off. She slips the large shirt over her head and onto her body, the soft material falling down to cover her thighs.

He watches her admiringly, his eyes tracing over her figure. "You look better in my shirt than I do," he says with a smirk.

She smiles and rolls her eyes as she playfully swats at him. "Shut up."

He chuckles and pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I mean it, you look good in anything - or nothing."

"Come on we agreed, no more fun stuff until we figure us out" she pouts looking up at him.

Happy sighs and rests his forehead against hers, knowing she's right. "Fine, no fun stuff. But that rule doesn't stop me from being able to admire you." He runs his fingers through her damp hair, his touch gentle as his hands trail down her neck and settle at her hips. He pulls her closer against him, their bodies pressing together.

"I'm still gonna enjoy having you here though," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls her towards the bed.

They crawl into bed together, under the covers. He wraps himself around her, his strong arms enclosing her in a protective embrace. She snuggles into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

"Mmm, this is nice," she sighs, her breath fanning across his skin.

[etherealyoonghwa]

Two Lines, Two Lives

Tig Trager x female oc

Warning: pregnancy, soa, blood,

Word count: 331

Maeve Blackwood masterlist

Maeve's world had always been a kaleidoscope of chaos and love, but this particular morning, a new, unsettling hue was bleeding into the vibrant mix. She stared at the small plastic stick on the bathroom counter, her heart doing a frantic jig against her ribs. Two lines. Two undeniable, life-altering lines.

It wasn't a surprise in the way a sudden downpour on a sunny day was a surprise. She and Tig hadn't exactly been careful. But it was a surprise in the way a fundamental shift in the earth's axis would be a surprise – something that altered everything, forever.

Her mind, usually a rapid-fire processor of club politics, supply runs, and the latest family drama, was a blank slate. Pregnant. With Tig Trager’s baby. The man who was as unpredictable as a live grenade, as loyal as a pitbull, and as tender as a bruised peach, despite his rough exterior.

A shaky laugh escaped her, bordering on a sob. Their life was already a delicate balance, a tightrope walk between legitimate business and the shadows that always lingered. A baby. A tiny, vulnerable human in the middle of their beautiful, volatile storm.

She picked up the stick, her fingers trembling as she traced the lines. A wave of nausea, more potent than any morning sickness she’d yet experienced, washed over her. This wasn't just about her anymore. It was about them. About Tig.

How would he react? Tig, who doted on their boys with a fierce, almost possessive love, but who also navigated a world where safety was a luxury they rarely afforded. Would he be overjoyed? Terrified? A chaotic mix of both?

She heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs, then the familiar rumble of his voice calling her name. Her breath hitched. There was no going back now. The lines were there, undeniable, etching a new chapter into their story, one she knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified her, would be the most extraordinary yet.

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Okay popping in for the husband, one night stand, best friend ask game. Let's go with Angel, Creeper, and Tig.

Ohhh goodness gracious!! Lemme see lemme see! Okay!

Husband: It will always be Angel. That man just screams Hubby vibes and has that loyalness to him.

One Night Stand: That honor goes to Mr. Tig Trager. Let’s face it, he knows what he’s doing and he’ll make sure you’re drunk enough to have a good time, even if it is a one night stand

Best Friend: My bestie would be Creeper! He has the perfect best friend vibes! Like if any thing ever happened you know he’d be there and down for anything, even if it’s in bed with a tub of ice cream and chick flicks cause you’re sad.

[tinyshyteacup]

🦄 beach day for the gang, from juice and chibs perspective, so like 2 chapters of the same day from the different perspectives if that's okay ☺️

I did this from Juice's perspective 🥰

• SAMCRO vs Sunscreen •

The bikers of SAMCRO are feared by many. Menacing. Ruthless. Unforgiving.

And yet—

"JAX, HOLD STILL!"

Jax Teller, VP of the Sons of Anarchy, is currently fighting for his life against the bottle of sunscreen in your hands.

"No! I don’t need it!" Jax argues, twisting away.

You pursue.

"Jax, you’re pale as hell! You’ll burn in like, two seconds!"

Juice watches in horror as you chase Jax down the sand, dodging surfboards and picnic blankets, bottle of SPF 50 raised like a weapon.

He groans loudly, covering his face.

"Babe—please."

You ignore him.

Because if there’s one thing in this world you refuse to allow—

It’s crispy bikers.

Juice is dying inside.

Absolutely, positively dying.

You are chasing fully grown criminals with the determination of a kindergarten teacher on a field trip.

"Clay, you need sunscreen."

"Darlin’, I’m already tan."

"That doesn’t mean you can’t get burned!"

Clay grunts.

You stare him down.

Clay’s arms are crossed, jaw tight.

Everyone watches in suspense.

Jax leans over to Juice, whispering, “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Juice groans, burying his face in his hands.

"Babe, please," he mutters.

But it’s too late.

The standoff has begun.

"Clay, you need sunscreen."

Clay snorts.

"Ain’t my first time in the sun, sweetheart."

You cross your arms.

"No, but it could be your first time with a healthy layer of protection."

Clay laughs.

"I don’t burn, darlin’."

You squint.

"Clay. You are literally turning red as we speak."

Clay waves you off.

"I’ve been riding for decades. Got skin like leather."

"That’s not a good thing!"

Gemma is watching with pure amusement.

The entire club is waiting to see who will break first.

Juice, meanwhile?

Juice is dying inside.

"Babe, can we—can we just not do this?"

You ignore him.

Clay smirks.

"I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need no damn sunscreen."

You tilt your head, nodding slowly.

"Okay."

Clay relaxes.

Juice does too.

Maybe—just maybe—this is ov—

"Hey, Tara, explain to me what skin cancer looks like?"

The entire beach stops ... then erupts.

Tara laughs so hard she nearly drops her drink.

Jax claps a hand over his mouth, trying to contain his wheezing.

Tig is literally rolling in the sand.

Clay stares at you.

Silent.

Processing.

Then, finally—

"Gimme the damn sunscreen."

You beam, victorious.

Juice groans, throwing himself back onto the towel, as the most feared man in Charming begrudgingly lets you slather SPF across his arms.

Gemma cackles. "She’s makin’ you boys her bitches, huh?"

Juice groans again. "Gem, please, don’t encourage her."

Gemma grins, you beam at her.

You and Gemma are side by side, watching the chaos unfold.

Jax is still begrudgingly rubbing sunscreen into his arms.

Tig is running into the ocean to escape you.

Chibs is laughing his ass off.

And Juice?

Juice is sitting in the sand, head in his hands, dying.

Gemma nudges you.

"You got 'em all wrapped around your little finger, huh?"

You grin. "Sunscreen is important."

Gemma snorts.

"And yet, you still got my idiot son out here actin’ like you’re chasin’ him with a knife."

You laugh. "You’d think I was trying to murder him."

Juice groans dramatically.

"I WISH YOU WERE."

Merely a minute passes before.

"YOUR TURN!"

Chibs bolts down the beach like his life depends on it.

Juice watches in horror as you, harras the club’s resident Scot—

"LASS, I SWEAR TO CHRIST—"

"CHIBS, YOU ARE A WALKING SUNBURN WAITING TO HAPPEN!"

Juice buries his face in his hands.

Gemma is howling with laughter.

Bobby is wheezing.

Tig has literally collapsed into the sand.

"YOU CAN’T OUTRUN ME, CHIBS!"

Chibs absolutely can.

His legs are twice the length of yours.

But you are determined.

"Lass, this is harassment!" Chibs yells, zigzagging toward the water.

"THIS KEEPS YOUR PALE SCOTTISH ARSE FROM BURNING!"

Jax is crying with laughter. "Chibs, just give in, man!"

"Never!" Chibs shouts, making a break for the shoreline.

But you? You lunge.

And Chibs goes down.

"I GOT HIM!" You annouce to Juice beaming.

Juice groans loudly, flopping back into the sand.

"Babe, please stop embarrassing me."

You are too busy tackling Chibs’ to hear him.

Chibs flails.

"LASS, GET OFF ME—THIS IS ASSAULT!"

You grin triumphantly, squirting sunscreen all over his pale forearms, Chibs groans dramatically.

Juice is sulking.

He’s sitting on a towel, arms crossed, watching the love of his life ruin his life.

You practically skip over to him, victorious.

"Alright, next!"

Juice immediately stiffens.

"No."

You tilt your head.

"Juice."

"No. Absolutely not."

You raise an eyebrow.

"You wear a helmet all the time, your scalp isn’t used to this much sun exposure."

Juice clutches his head protectively.

"My head is fine!"

You squint at him.

"You’re literally already turning pink."

Juice panics.

"NO, I’M NOT!"

"Juice."

"I REFUSE."

You step closer.

Juice leans back.

You step closer.

Juice tries to crawl away.

You pounce.

"BABE, NO—"

Juice screeches as you squirt sunscreen directly onto the side of his shaved head.

"OH MY GOD, IT’S COLD!"

"Juice, sit still!"

"YOU’RE HUMILIATING ME!"

"YOU’RE GONNA PEEL LIKE A SNAKE!"

Gemma is laughing so hard she’s crying.

Jax is on his hands and knees in the sand, wheezing.

Tig is kicking his feet like a child.

Juice?

Juice is pouting furiously, stiff as a board, while you massage sunscreen into his scalp.

"This is the worst day of my life," he mutters.

You kiss his forehead.

"You love me and you’re welcome."

Juice groans.

SAMCRO eventually gives in, with all bikers sufficiently sunscreened, the beach day finally settles down..

And now?

Now, they’re actually having fun.

Tig and Happy are having a splash war.

Chibs and Bobby are drinking beer on the shore.

Jax and Opie are throwing Abel & Kenny into the waves, giggles ringing through the air.

The rest of the guys are lounging in the sand, drinking beer, throwing a football.

Gemma and Tara are sorting through a cooler of snacks

Lyla's Son and Opies daughter and helping Thomas bury Chucky in the sand.

Juice is mortified.

Horrified.

Utterly humiliated.

But as he sits there, arms wrapped around you, listening to the club laugh and the waves crash against the shore—

Juice knows one thing for sure.

Even if you just publicly humiliated him.

Even if he’ll never live this down.

Even if he now has the shiniest, most protected scalp in all of California.

You are the most embarrassing, chaotic, perfect thing in his life.

And he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

[dallianceangel]

Sweet Revenge 🎄🤣

a random tig fic for you x

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

You’re still tied to Tig’s bed when the door creaks open. Tig forgot to untie you, having to rush off to go on an important run with the Sons. It’s been three hours now. You’re aching everywhere. You shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it’s fucking useless. 

“Well, look at you. All tied up and nowhere to go.”

You roll your eyes, recognizing Gemma’s sarcastic tone. She steps in, the door clicking shut behind her. “Tig forgot about you?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“It definitely looks like it,” you mutter, the pain getting worse by the second.

Gemma fights back a smile, studying you for a moment before walking over. “You’d best think of a revenge plan,” she says, untying you effortlessly.

The ropes fall away, and you’re finally free. You stretch, sighing in relief.

“Thanks, Gemma,” you breathe, sitting yourself up.

A few hours later, you have Tig in the same position. Tied to his bed. You step back, taking in Tig’s tied form one last time. He’s still grinning, but it soon fades when you walk out of his dorm room. Gemma gives you a high-five as you meet her outside the clubhouse. You hear him call out for you, but you ignore him.

“We’d better get going,” you say with a smirk, “The casino waits for no one.”

And with that, you walk away, leaving Tig alone to think about what he’s done, getting some sweet revenge. The game isn’t over yet—it’s only just begun.

[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

[garbinge]

When One Day Comes

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader Tig Trager & F!Teller!Reader 30 Day Fic Challenge (26/30)

Summary: An unexpected visitor turns into a trip back to Charming.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of violence and injury.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

Part 1 // Part 2

“Some guy’s here.” Thomas walked inside the house and interrupted your paperwork. 

Quickly, you looked up from the scattered mess on the dining room table and stared at Thomas. 

“You tell him that the market is on the next path on the highway, just like the sign says.” 

It was common for people to mix up your dirt path for the one up the road where the large farmer’s market was. It had prompted you and Nero to place a sign at the top of the path to communicate that but occasionally some idiot wouldn’t read and would make their way to your home on the farm. 

“I did, but he told me he was looking for you.” Thomas didn’t seem concerned, he was currently searching through the fridge for something to spoil his dinner but that was the least of your concerns. 

As you stood up, you continued to ask your nephew more questions. “Did he say anything else? Give a name? Say why he was here?” While Thomas had his back turned to you, you were casually grabbing your gun from the lockbox that you kept hidden by the back sliding door. 

“Nah, just that he was looking for you, he looks weird, curly hair, sunglasses– looked stressed.” He had a mouthful of something in his mouth as he spoke, still staring into the fridge. 

“Alright, probably just someone trying to sell us something.” That wasn’t uncommon either, you’d get a lot of sales people to come try and sell you farming equipment, get you to join their local markets, all typical for the size of land you had. But it didn’t take away from your visceral reaction to move towards protecting yourself. That was a habit that was engraved in you from your days in Charming and you’d find that just because you got out of the toxic town, the Teller ways stayed close to you regardless. 

“Oh–he didn’t have a car, looks like he walked from up the path.” The kid still was half in the conversation as he spoke but that detail was one that alerted you that maybe this wasn’t someone trying to sell something, and maybe there was something more happening here. 

Not knowing what you were walking into, you tucked the gun in your waistband and draped your shirt over it before placing your hand on the sliding door handle. “Alright, do me a favor? If you see Nero, tell him to meet me outside.” It was your backup, you didn’t want to alert the young boy and scare him, you knew he had been coming in from his daily chores which meant there wasn’t going to be much that would pry him away from his playstation for the rest of the day. 

As you cautiously walked outside, practically scaling the side of your back porch to get a look at who was there. Your hand was behind you, ready to grab the gun as a threat and if needed force but when you saw the wrinkled button down shirt that was pacing up and down the dirt driveway, your shoulders dropped. As you exhaled out and closed your eyes to shift your mind from one issue that was now nonexistent to the current one you were facing, it was loud enough to grab your visitor’s attention. 

Now, the curly haired man was looking in your direction, taking his sunglasses off to get a better look and calling out your name in a questioning manner. 

“Yea, Thomas had me convinced you were a hitman.” You were now moving down the stairs of your porch and onto the dirt driveway to meet the man. “But I guess he wasn’t too far off.” 

“Your words, they hurt me.” He faked his heart breaking as he grabbed it and made an excruciating face. 

“Tig.” You nodded as you approached him and he immediately stood straight up from his display of acting and brought you in for a hug. 

“Hey, doll.” The squeeze was tighter than you expected but you chopped it up to being years since you last saw him. “Sorry for the surprise visit,” his voice was in your ear before he pulled back and then pointed over his shoulder, “I–uh, tried to be a little discrete, parked my bike at the beginning of the driveway, but he was driving in one one of those ATV’s when I walked up. Didn’t mean to ruffle any feathers.” He referred to Thomas. 

You laughed at that and waved your hand. “Thomas is at the age where if it doesn’t have a controller he doesn’t think twice about it.” 

Tig laughed at that but you could tell that it was a nervous laugh, that he was holding something back. It was then you realized he wasn’t wearing his kutte and figured that had something to do with his visit. 

“No kutte.” You reached out and patted his chest. 

He looked down with a frown and immediately looked up. “Oh, uh, yea, left it back on my bike,” he was pointing over his shoulder again, “he–Chibs, let me know about the rule, Hap too, just in case, you know.” 

The rule. You remembered the last thing you said to Chibs the last time he was standing in pretty much the same spot as Tig was right now. 

“Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.” 

It wasn’t exactly the rule you gave, you didn’t say next time you come by don’t wear your kutte and leave your bike at the driveway. You told Chibs, he needed to leave the club if he wanted to see you again. But you had to appreciate that he had told his right and left hand men that they had to be respectful of your home, in case. In case. That got you thinking, what did that mean, in case? 

“What do you mean in case?” You felt your heart starting to beat faster and faster as the thoughts danced in and out of your mind. 

Tig looked visibly upset, visibly stressed, and that made you even more on edge. 

“What happened?” You knew what happened but it didn’t stop you from asking the question.

“It’s bad, doll.” Tig inhaled. “He wiped out. He’s at St. Thomas in surgery right now, second one since he got there.” 

“How’d he wipe out?” Again, you had a ballpark idea of how it happened but you needed to hear it from him. 

“He got shot, Mayan retaliation.” 

A good five seconds passed before you responded but to both you and Tig those five seconds were likely feeling like 5 minutes. 

“I’ll get a bag, follow you there.” Your brain was starting to mush together, thoughts were melting into other ones, worry and panic were sparring back and forth in your gut. 

But before either of them could continue the conversation, someone was interrupting you by calling out your name but with Aunt before it. Turning around quickly you saw your eldest nephew on the porch, no weapon in hand but his demeanor was firm, ready to jump into action at any moment. 

“Thomas told me someone was here.” He said as he stepped quickly towards you too, Tig bringing his hand up to the bridge of his nose as he turned around. 

“You alright?” He was next to you, towering over you, similarly to how your brother– his father, did. 

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” You squeezed his shoulder. “An old friend of mine is sick at the hospital and Alexander was just coming by to let me know.” It was a calculated sentence, Abel didn’t know much about Jax, it was a constant struggle of what information you wanted to share with him and what you should. It was a lot easier when he was younger, the story of how his father passed was watered down similarly to his adoptive mother’s but as he grew older, he had more questions, more curiosity. “Why don’t you come help me pack, Abel. I’m going to go visit him for a couple days and I’ll run you through the things around the farm you can take over for me.” 

“Yea, alright.” He wouldn’t take his eyes off Tig who had only waved by lifting his hand slightly at the mention of his first name earlier. 

“C’mon.” You grabbed the young boy by the shoulders and turned him around. 

As you started to grab things and toss them into a duffel bag, you tried to mask your anxiety and spiral of thoughts. 

“So Nero can take care of the feed deliveries and stuff that happens while you’re at school, I’ll call him on my way out, but I’m gonna need you to finish the inventory on the table, I’d ask Thomas but, well, I don’t trust he’ll pull himself away from that TV before the submissions are due.” You chuckled, awkwardly. “But besides that, just feed the critters, morning and night, I’ll toss in some extra allowance for you since you’re gonna have to get up earlier to make it all happen. Also, I’ll leave money for food, don’t cook, I’ve seen what you and Thomas make and I’d rather you order from some shitty fast food restaurant than risk one of your concoctions sending your organs into a fit.” It was then you were pulling your wallet out and searching for bills. “Also ask Nero for anything, I haven’t talked to him yet, but he should be around.” 

You were rambling and Abel saw through it. 

“That guy knew Dad, didn’t he?” He was staring right at you, his eyes were searching for an answer on your face. 

You moved to close the door, you didn’t want Thomas to hear, but it was also a way to break Abel’s stare on you. 

“Yes.” You were still trying to search for what you were going to say but you knew he needed the truth, or at least a morsel of it. “My brother–Jax–your father, lived a complicated life, one that he never wanted you or Thomas to experience or honestly even know about. I’m not sure he really thought through what that looked like once you got older, but nonetheless, his life was not suited for you kids.” Abel was glued to you, taking in every word hoping the next ones would offer up more than this reiteration of what he’d sort of heard before. You plopped down on the bed in front of him and sighed. Abel wasn’t ready for Jax’s full story, his mind was young and impressionable, the chance he’d leave here and go to Charming for answers and end up back in the generation’s curse was too feasible, but he could hear yours. 

“Your dad had a group of friends, always around, honestly they became like family, my mom–your grandma, lived for it, we always had dinners, always hung out, we were all close.” You explained. “There was one friend in particular, that I got, well, close with.” 

Abel laughed at that and smirked. 

“Watch it.” You smirked back at him. 

“Was Dad mad?” He was intrigued by the story, you didn’t often talk about this stuff. 

“Annoyed at first.” You thought back and smirked before correcting yourself. “Yea, he was mad. But the guy–his friend was older and so was I, so he couldn’t really say much about it, just huff and puff.” 

“Was grandma mad?” 

You laughed at that. “The opposite, grandma loved it, the idea to make the family more of a family, she had been pushing it forever. Honestly, I tried to go against it but this really had nothing to do with her, this was…different.” It started to hurt talking about it but you continued. 

“This guy, he was super close to your dad, one of his closest friends, and he was kind, funny, caring, had this accent that just melted my heart.” The smile on your face was contagious and Abel was catching it as you spoke. “He’d take me on these trips, we’d explore all these national parks,” you thought back to every ride you’d taken on the back of Chibs’ bike where you’d have picnics, get caught in the rain, went quarry swimming, the memory of Chibs swimming still making you chuckle. That slowly turned into you remembering other memories, “we went to Ireleand together too.” As those words left your mouth, you felt your stomach drop as you looked up at Abel who was none the wiser of why you really went. 

“You loved him.” Abel was smiling. 

You wanted to agree, even tell him that you still did but that was a can of worms you didn’t need Abel to open, let alone yourself so all you did was nod. 

“What happened?” 

“Remember how I said your father had a complicated life? Well so did his friend, and his friend didn’t want to leave that complicated life and I did.” It broke your heart saying it, you had thought it all these years but never spoke it outloud let alone to your nephew.  

“You left because of us. Thomas and I.” Abel put the pieces together. 

“I left for you. I’d put you before anything, always.” You were leaning over and grabbing his hands and squeezed them. 

“It was that guy that was here last year. The one with the bike.” 

All you did was nod. “He apparently got hurt and I just–” You looked at Abel and weren’t sure if you wanted to say the words, they felt more like something you needed to say out loud for you than for him. 

“Need to know if he’s okay.” He cut you off. 

Another nod escaped you but you spoke up to say something different, something that broke you. “And say goodbye if he isn’t.” A tear fell from your face and you wiped it away immediately and smiled quickly standing up to finish packing your bag. 

Before you could stuff one more item of clothing into your bag, you felt an arm around your shoulder and bring you in for a half hug. “I’ll bribe Thomas with my new controller, we’ll both pick up the farm work while you’re gone.” 

“Thanks for understanding, kiddo.” 

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The ride was long, longer than you remembered but it made sense that you moved this far away. As you entered the town line, everything came back to you, like a wave that washed over you. One full of memory, grief, and that one feeling that ultimately always wrecked everything. Hope. 

The sounds of more motorcycles joined the one that was already behind you, you recognized some of them but not all of them. They followed you to the hospital and as you stepped out of the car, Tig was walking back up to you, a group of more MC members standing a few feet behind. Despite this being the life you grew up in, it felt strange, it felt wrong, but you pushed that all aside, or at least tried.

“Party of 15 joining us inside?” You asked looking back at the group. 

“It’s a messy time, doll. Our president was gunned down, need all the protection we can spare.” 

“Yea, when isn’t it.” You turned and began your walk into the hospital where you eventually saw Happy. He looked visibly upset, the Sgt at Arms patch on his kutte felt heavier today than other days and you knew that. “Hap.” You whispered and slouched down to see his face before he was standing up quickly and very awkwardly. 

He didn’t move to come hug you at first, but when you dropped your shoulders and tilted your head with an accompanied “c’mere” he was moving to embrace you, an act Happy reserved for rare times in his life, but this qualified as that. 

“He’s out of surgery, they said he’s in serious but stable condition.” He was now looking back between you and Tig as he spoke. 

“Is he conscious? Can I see him?” 

“Only letting one at a time back there, Quinn’s back there now.” Rat spoke up, bringing himself into the conversation as he stood from the seat next to where Happy was. 

“We’ll tell him to jump out.” Tig’s hand was on your back and giving daggers to Rat. “Go, take all the time you need.” 

You stood at the door for a minute, staring at him, all broken and helpless. You felt your fight of flight kick in as you took a step back, followed by a step forward before inevitably the freeze tactic kicked in. Suddenly you were stepping in and at his side. 

His eyes moved to take in the figure next to him and they went wide before they closed. “Quinn, could you tell those lovely nurses to either cut this morphine or give me enough to knock me the fuck out, I’m bloody hallucinatin’.” 

“Not hallucinating.” Your hand moved to lightly push his hair out of his face. “I’m really here.” 

He stared at you for a good minute before smiling. “I must be really bad if they got you to come back here.” 

“You’re fine,” you continued to stroke his hair, “Tig has a way to make everything seem more dramatic than it really is.” It was a lie but you needed him to believe he was going to get better if there was any hope for it to be true. 

“If I knew escaping death was all I needed to do to get you back here, I’d have done this ages ago.” He laughed as he tried to sit up. 

“Hey, hey, hey, hey–relax.” You gripped his arms and assisted him as he scrunched up his face and groaned. 

“You know what happened?” He asked, moving over for you to sit but you didn’t. 

“I do. Tig told me. Retaliation.” You nodded, not letting go of his head despite not wanting to cuddle in next to him. 

“He tell you I’m done?” 

Those words came from him but felt like they were caught in your throat as you tried to answer. 

“You–You’re just saying that, scares like this, they stir up two things in you guys, either the motivation for severe retaliation–the kind that that starts a war, or it shakes up the desire to want to leave, go nomad, take the back seat.” You remembered the typical club ways. 

“I’m not just a member, love. I’m the president, going nomad, taking the backseat, ain’t really a choice for guys like me.” 

“Neither is leaving if I remember correctly.” You took a deep breath. 

Chibs closed his eyes and took a breath similar to yours. “I’m old. Too old for this. I’m not made to hand off the gavel and take the other head of the table. I’m done. After this hit, I’ll be lucky if I can ride again, they’ll offer me a spot out of courtesy but that’s not me.” 

“And what will you do with all this free time you’ll inevitably have?” 

“I have a friend, real looker this friend of mine, pretty as ever, owns a farm a few hours out from here, I’d probably see if she could use the extra farm hands, might take some convincing, but I’m hoping she’ll come ‘round.” 

There it was. That hope that Charming was always serving up. You had been here less than an hour and it was already happening, it wasted no time. 

“Focus on getting better, you can think about your next act when the bruises fade and the bullet hole is just a scar.” You plopped down next to him, your way of softening the blow of not giving him an answer of coming to the farm. You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder, lightly as to not cause him more pain, but you had a funny feeling that he wouldn’t have told you if he was in pain from it, it was something both of you wanted, to absorb every second of this moment because the next ones were still so unsure. 

______

You sat on the back porch swing, coffee cup in your hand, birds chirping as the sun began to rise across the fields. You stared at the dirt path driveway, like you were waiting for someone to arrive but immediately your thoughts were interrupted by the complaints and arguments of two young boys. 

As your head twisted to look at them, you saw them bickering and slightly pushing each other before they stopped as they got in front of you. 

“See you tonight.” Thomas bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek before he got a head start down the porch. Abel was looking down at you and tilted his head. 

“You alright?” The concern was littered all over his face. 

“I’m fine. You have your keys?” You knew he did, Thomas was normally the forgetful one being the younger more daydreaming brother. 

“Yes, I’ll be home at 4 today, I’m picking up a part for my dirt bike downtown.” He dangled his keys. 

“Sounds good, drive safe.” 

He was leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek similarly to Thomas before he began walking away. But after taking one step, he paused and looked down at you before he followed his brother. “You happy?” 

Big question for two little words. 

“I am, kid.” You smiled and Abel accepted that and nodded before jogging after Thomas. 

You watched them pile into the used car that used to be yours that you gave Abel when he got his license. As the dirt kicked up on the driveway, you still stared down the lengthy path long after they left, only to be interrupted as the accented voice brought you back to the porch. 

“Lost in thought, love?” Chibs was shirtless, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stood at the deck stairs. 

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as you stared at him. He must’ve gotten up early to take care of the animals, he had dirt on him too which meant he probably did some work in the crop fields or the greenhouse. 

“Just waiting for the day someone comes down that driveway and steals you away from me.” 

“Not happening.” He was walking up to you and leaned down to press a deep kiss to your lips, one that you always melted into fear it’d be your last. “I told you 3 months ago, I tied up all the loose ends, no one knows I’m here. But if you’re not comfortable, you say the word and I’m out of here.” The words were spoken so close to your lips. 

You brought him down for another kiss. “I’m worried about losing you, not pushing you away. Just, hard to believe that dream you were sellin’ over a year ago was in stock is all.” You pecked his lips again. “Plus I like not having 5AM livestock duty anymore.” A laugh escaped you as one left his mouth as well. 

He was standing up now and shaking his head before he realized the porch light was disconnected. His hand reached up to grab the bulb and screw it in tighter. Your eyes stared at the black ink that was spread across his back. It was healing nicely. Maybe that was a sign that you could block out the past and move forward from it, or maybe it was all wishful thinking.

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I am going to try and update this masterlist every Sunday. Even if there aren’t many at first. Every Fic that has three or more parts will wind up with its own separate masterlist I will link from this main one. Dividers are from: @saradika-graphics

My Ao3

Key:

OC Insert 🖤

Fluff 🌻

Smut 💋

Angst 💔

Queer 🌈

Request 😍

Sons of Anarchy

One Shots

Jax Teller

Third Times the Charm-ing 🌻

Drabbles

Don’t Be Scared (Happy Lowman) 🌻

Too Tired (Tig Trager) 💔

Gentle (Happy Lowman) 💋🌻

Opie’s Hands (Opie Winston) 💋

Wishes Aren’t Just For Kids (Happy Lowman) 🌻

Mayans MC

Multi Part

Neron “Creeper” Vargas

World’s Collide 🖤 in progress

Masterlist

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

New Safety 🖤 in progress

Masterlist

Polyamorous Angel & Coco

Old Friends, New Lovers 🖤 in progress

Masterlist

Dad!Bishop & OC (Future romantic parter tbd)

Princesa 🖤 in progress

Chapter One: Fifteen pt. 1 - Rescue 💔

Oneshots

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Community Service 🌻

Marcus Alvarez

“I Got Your Message” 💋

Drabbles

Breathless (EZ Reyes) 💋

Home to Her (Creeper Vargas) 🌻

Birthday Dance (Angel Reyes)💋

Oral Fixation (Coco Cruz) 💋

Perfect Plan (Esai Alvarez) 💋 - kinda

Date Night Gone Awry (Marcus Alvarez) 🌻💋-kinda

Full and Satisfied (Manny) 💋

Call of Duty

Multi Part

Valeria Garza

Private Life Series 🌈🖤 in progress

Soft Things 💋

More Than Wed 🌻

Oneshots

Protective (Valeria Garza x Reader) 🌈

Drabbles

Loss and Forgiveness (Soap MacTavish) 💔

A New Dress (Rudy Parra) 💋

Stranger Things

Multi Part

Eddie Munson

Feeling This 🖤 in progress…

Part One 🌻💔

Part Two 🌻

Drabbles

Taste (Eddie Munson) 💋

WWE

Multi Part

Dominik Mysterio

Crazy 🌻💋 complete

Masterlist

Jey Uso

His Place 🌻 in progress

Masterlist

Penta

Esposa Series 🌻💋 complete

Masterlist

Oneshots

Dominik Mysterio

Try Something 💋

Seth Rollins

Spoiled 🌻💋

Spoiled, Not Rotten (Pt 2) 💔🌻💋

Touch 😍💋

The Usos (poly)

My Type, Our Type 💔🌻

Randy Orton

A Real Prize 💋 ‘08 Orton

Drabbles

Be Good (Dominik Mysterio) 💋

Jealousy (Dominik Mysterio) 😍🌈

Thank You All For Reading!

[mysticalmallard]

I haven’t seen any Tiggy request!!!!

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Tig

19. "My toaster was definitely talking to me this morning."

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Tig is sitting on the couch in his apartment wearing a black t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's watching TV while eating a bowl of cereal when his girlfriend walks in.

"My toaster was definitely talking to me this morning," he says, looking up from his almost empty bowl.

His girlfriend looks at him like he's crazy.

"Yeah? And what did it say?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.

Tig grins, a playful look on his face.

"It said 'I'm toast!'", he replies, chuckling at his own joke.

His girlfriend just rolls her eyes but can't help but smile at his corny joke.

"You're such an idiot, you know that?", she says lightheartedly as she walks over to the couch and plops down next to him.

Tig just grins wider and wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Shut up, you love me and you know it," he says, pulling her closer to him, kissing the top of her head.

-> SoA Drabble Event <-

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[etherealyoonghwa]

The Rusty Mug

Tig Trager x female oc.

Warnings: fighting, mention of alcohol.

Word count: 612.

Maeve Blackwood masterlist

The dim lighting of "The Rusty Mug" was supposed to be romantic, or at least, that's what Tig Trager had promised. Maeve, a woman whose patience was as thin as the profit margins at the garage she managed, had agreed to this date with a weary sigh and a prayer for an early night. Tig, resplendent in a freshly laundered (and suspiciously bright pink) shirt, beamed at her across the scarred wooden table.

"So, Maeve," he began, swirling the head off his stout, "ain't this somethin'? Real cozy, real...us."

Maeve raised an eyebrow. "Us? Tig, last time I saw 'us,' you were covered in oil, yelling at a carburetor, and I was trying to stop an interstate pile-up caused by one of your deliveries."

Tig chuckled, a sound that resembled gravel being churned. "Ah, the good old days! But tonight, it's different. Tonight, it's about us." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Got a little surprise planned after this, too."

Maeve's stomach lurched. Tig's "surprises" usually involved questionable establishments, loud music, and at least one near-arrest. "A surprise? Tig, darling, my idea of a surprise is finding my keys where I left them."

Before Tig could elaborate, a commotion erupted near the entrance. A man, clearly several sheets to the wind, stumbled in, loudly proclaiming his disdain for the quality of the beer. Tig, ever the protector of establishments, bristled.

"Some folks just got no respect," he muttered, flexing his biceps.

"Don't even think about it, Tig," Maeve warned, her voice low and steady. "We're on a date. Remember? Romance, candlelight, avoiding public brawls."

Tig nodded, though his eyes kept darting towards the brewing argument. Just as the bartender was about to usher the inebriated man out, a group of particularly rowdy bikers – not SAMCRO, but close enough to make Maeve's senses tingle – decided to join the fray, siding with the belligerent patron.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Maeve muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Tig, however, saw his moment. "Hold my beer, Maeve," he said, pushing his chair back with a scrape.

"Tig, no!" Maeve hissed, but it was too late. Tig, a man who believed in direct action, was already striding towards the escalating confrontation.

What followed was a blur of flailing limbs, overturned tables, and the distinctive sound of breaking glass. Maeve watched, mortified, as Tig, with a surprising agility for his build, managed to land a few solid blows before being swarmed. The "romantic" dinner was now a full-blown bar fight.

Maeve sighed, pulling out her phone. She didn't even bother to call the police; she knew Tig's "friends" would be here before the sirens. Instead, she dialed the one person she knew could handle this particular brand of chaos.

"Jax," she said into the phone, her voice weary. "Your VP is in a bar fight at The Rusty Mug. And no, it wasn't my idea of a romantic evening."

When the dust finally settled, Tig, sporting a black eye and a triumphant grin, limped back to the table, adjusting his now-torn pink shirt. "See? Told ya it'd be exciting."

Maeve, already halfway out the door, didn't even look back. "Exciting, Tig, is figuring out how to balance the books after you blow up another one of your clients' vehicles. This," she gestured vaguely at the wreckage, "this is just Tuesday."

As she walked out into the cool night air, leaving Tig to explain the structural damage to the bewildered bartender, Maeve decided that her next date would be with a good book and a very, very strong cup of tea. And maybe, just maybe, she'd block Tig's number for a week or two. Just for peace of mind.

[filipfuckingtelford]

You can't touch it

Y/N comes to TM for the first time and guys get excited about it.

Chibs x Reader one shot drabble.

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It was another party at the clubhouse. Sons were drinking and playing pool, laughing and mocking each others as usual. Croweaters hanging around in desperate attempt of catching the attention of one of the club members.

The door opened and a girl came in. Slim and delicate she was wearing high heels and small black dress, her long dark hair free and wild. Bright green eyes were searching the room from under her long eyelashes. She obviously didn't see whoever she was looking for and bit her lip confused. But the next moment she just shrugged and made her way towards the bar counter.

Party seemed to be paused as guys were now all watching this gorgeous stranger trying to guess who she was looking for here. Meanwhile Y/N landed on the bar stool so Juice who was now behind the bar was the first one to talk to her.

"What can I do for you, pretty?" He smiled wide eyeing her face and body shamelessly.

"Scotch please. Double" Y/N smiled back at him but this was just the polite smile not the flirty one.

"What an angel we have fallen from heaven to our place!" Tig exclaimed approaching her. Then looked at Juice and smirked "Watch and learn, kid"

"Um... Hello" Y/N looked at him confused with this cheesy way to hit on her.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Tig and you may no longer worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you in this place" Trager continued.

"I wasn't worried before you came up" Y/N blew him off with a small roguish smile.

"Ouch" Juice laughed and passed her the glass of scotch and asked "Would you mind dancing with me later?"

"She may not, but I definitely will" Harsh voice with thick Scottish accent could be heard from the door of the clubhouse.

Chibs made his way towards Y/N and rested his arm on her shoulders.

"Sorry for being late, lass. I hope those wild monkeys didn't bother you too much" He smirked gently and kissed her passionately.

"It was fun to watch them hitting on me but I'm glad you're finally here" Y/N laughed her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Never touch what's mine, brothers, it would end bad for ye" Chibs warned and pulled Y/N towards the couch.

[bullet-prooflove]

WIP Game

Thank you for the tag @drabbles-mc babe, you are always the best.

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit! (one of the rules was also to tag as many people as there are wips but my wip folder is too big to play that lmaoooo) - I second this - Mine is wayyyyy too big

WIP List:

The Way You Deserve (NSFW) - Bobby Goren x Reader

WorkOfArt! Series - Part Three: Jackson Pollock - Bobby Goren x Reader

Your Problem - Angel Reyes x Reader

When It Happens To You - Chibs x Reader

Date Night - Crockett Marcel x Reader

Line of Duty - Greg Gerwitz x Reader

Pillow Fort - Roy Kent x Reader

Come Undone - Creeper x Reader

The Convention - Part Two: What You Need (NSFW) - Hank Loza x Reader

Officer Down - Affair!Terry x Reader

Retail Value - Joe Velasco x Reader

Bleeding Out - Bishop Losa x Reader

The Wolf Part Three - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Bullet Holes - Tig Trager x Reader

Teach Me - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

In Sickness & Health - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Sign - EZ Reyes x Reader

Bad Dreams - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader

Lethal - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader

Nothing Left to Give - - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader

Hurt - Ivan Dutch Hernandez x Reader

Cliche - Mike Duarte

EX Joe! Part Five - Joe Velasco x Reader

Past Mistakes 11-13 - Mike Duarte x Reader

Bondage - Nero Padilla x Reader

Puppy Love - Tig Trager x Reader

The Feeling Is Mutual (NSFW) - Jimmy Lanik x Reader

Space - Sam Abrams x Reader

Lonely Weekend - Hank Loza x Reader

WitSec!Will Part Four - Will Halstead x Reader

Friends - Jimmy Lanik x Reader

There's more hanging around in my Google Notes, it's getting a little excessive!

You have a question about any of the above feel free to ask!

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WIP Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Thank you for the tag @drabbles-mc! 💜

This list is constantly growing lol.

Sunshine- Juice x OC Stormie Rayne

CountDown- Juice x Half-Sack x OC Rocky Teller

Be My First? - Juice x OC Raven Trager

Raising Girls Series - Ratboy x Juices wife and daughter. Slight AU.

Raising Girls Series - Tig and OC Raven Trager

Raising Girls Series- Juice with Isabella ( OC Stormies Daughter)

Raising Girls Series - Jax with OC Rocky

Unnamed- OC Guadalupe x Letty

Bedding a Son- OC Guadalupe x Juice

3 the magic number Series: Chibs x Juice x Reader

3 the magic number series : Tig x Happy x Reader. Darkish

Reconcile- Happy Lowman x Reader

The Botanist- Guero

One Year- Coco

Unnamed- Juice X OC Widowmaker

Daughter of Vengeance- OC Chloe Morrow

Hate Me, Love Me Series- Juices story

We are the Godfathers- Gilly x Reader

Unnamed- Halfsack x Opies Sister

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[dallianceangel]

Happy Christmas... Not 🎄🏥

another drabble for you x

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

“Jesus Christ, babe, you really know how to ruin Christmas Day.”

You roll your eyes as you say it, wincing as you shift in bed. Tig is leaning against the doorframe, grinning like he’s won the lottery.

“Takes two to tango,” Tig replies, still smirking. “Besides, you’re the one who bought the damn sex positions book.”

“Yeah, and I wish I hadn’t, Tig.”

He chuckles, walking over towards you. “You’ll walk it off.”

“I’ve got a fucking broken leg, you dumbass.”

Tig laughs, shaking his head as he pulls up a chair beside your hospital bed. “Yeah, yeah, drama queen. But you gotta admit, it was one hell of a ride.”

You try to stay mad at him, but a smile escapes. “You’re lucky I love you, I’d have killed you if I didn’t.”

Tig reaches out to hold your hand, laughing. “I love you too, babe.”

[redwood-writer]

SOFT SPOT - TIG TRAGER

Drabble ft. Tig Trager

Watching your partner march in the familiar criminal, you ran a hand through your hair, wondering how many times you could go through this routine.

You knew the sons of anarchy, and you knew there were never any charges that stuck. They always had a loophole, so usually when they were arrested they didn’t make it any further than the jail at the station.

One man in particular always got off easier when you were involved though. Something about him had you going easy on him, and you decided there was no point waiting for the inevitable.

You rose from behind the desk, reaching the cells just as your partner locked the door. He nodded to you as he left, unsurprised you’d followed so quickly.

It was common knowledge at the station that you had a soft spot for the blue-eyed biker.

“Trager,” you greeted, your tone a little exasperated. “This is becoming a habit.” You warned, folding your arms across your chest.

His lips curled up into a smirk as he looked you up and down, knowing by now exactly how to make you squirm. You hated the idea that he was in control, you were the officer, after all.

But he had you right where he wanted you, and you both knew it.

“I like routine.” He quipped, his eyes piercing as he held your gaze. You sighed, pushing off the wall you were leaning against and taking a step toward him.

“Be a doll,” he said, gesturing toward the keys on your belt. “Let me out?” He suggested, giving you a small pout.

Goddammit.

“You know,” you began, grabbing the ring and sorting through the keys slowly, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you keep getting arrested on purpose.” You paused your hunt for the key, your gaze shifting to meet his.

His smirk had turned to a full smile, the kind that got under your skin, but in a good way, a way only he could manage.

“That what you think?” He asked, raising a brow, “or what you hope?” You felt your cheeks flush a little, clearing your throat to right yourself.

You fought the urge to squirm under his stare, a much more difficult task when he winked at you.

“You know, officer, if you want to ask me out, just say so.” He said, his tone cocky. He was fully aware that he was completely in control of the situation, not the other way around.

“Don’t let me see you in here again, Trager.” You told him, unlocking the door and letting him free.

“You didn’t answer me,” he teased as he stepped out of the cell, his body a little too close to yours for professionalism. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he ghosted past you, almost touching you but just out of reach.

“Goodbye, Mr Trager.” You told him. As badly as you might want the curly-haired biker, you knew it would cost you your career, so you figured you’d have to settle for the unbearable sexual tension every time he was arrested.

“Until next time, Officer.” He said with another signature wink, the kind that almost had you dropping to your knees.

You felt the eyes of all the other officers on you as the tall man exited the station, and you dropped back to your seat behind the desk, attempting to hide behind it, knowing this whole routine would repeat itself in a week’s time.