#Half Sack Epps

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My sweet country girl // Ch 12

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Tig's Daughter, Chapter 4

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Juice’s POV

"Hey sweetheart," one of the girls smiled at me. I shrugged her off, rolled my eyes and went further into the strip club. I needed to forget what went down tonight. All of that bullshit.

Def Leppard came on just as I sat down, and I watched as the next girl started her set. She danced along the pole, doing some tricks. Her body was grinding against the pole as she removed her top. As the second verse hit, she was sliding down the pole. She rolled onto her stomach for a brief second and a few guys threw bills at her because they saw her tits get pushed together. She rolled over onto her back and by the chorus she was looking me dead in the eye.

Her back arched and she slid out of her skirt.  I continued to watch her through her set.  Not putting any bills down, her attention went to other 'customers.'

Enjoying simply being a voyeur in the situation I put a drink order in. I watched her until her song ended and she moved down to the next pole after collecting her money. A few of the guys moved to the next stage with her.

I felt a little jealousy in the pit of my stomach as she continued to pay attention to the guys.

'they're paying her bills you asshole.'

I hadn't even noticed that she was gone until two songs later, when a waitress asked if I wanted another beer.  Shaking my head, she left me alone.

"So, is staring at strippers a hobby?"

I looked to my left, and there she was. She had wrapped herself in a robe and was smiling at me.

"More or less."

She laughed and sat a shot down next to me.

"Well, it's nice to see a new face."

"What are you staring at?"

"That girl?" I asked the prospect. He looked to where my hand went, "she been here long?"

"Alex?"  Her name sounded like a surprise coming out of his lips.  I gave him a look.

"Yeah, you know her?"

He shook his head nervously, "uh, no, not really. Got in town a few weeks ago. Just moved here."

"She with anyone?"

"I don't think so…at least not officially," he chuckled, shaking his head yet again while taking a sip of his beer.  I raised my brow as he smiled at her, "I think her-"

"KIP!"

He immediately ran over to her, and I couldn't help but feel jealous again.

How did he know her?  Were they friends?

He left her at the bar, but only for a second. He came back a few moments later with a case of beer which she began loading into the back of the cooler. He repeated the process a few more times and then came back with a bucket of ice before someone else pulled him in another direction.

"I don't think I've ever seen you give any of us any money."

"Just a place to unwind."

"Most men unwind with their wallets here," she laughed. I smiled as she leaned forward, "you know I've seen you here every night I've worked...none of the other girls have seen you when I'm not here...you following me?"

"Just a fan."

"Well do you have a name, just a fan?"

"Can I tell you it over a private lap dance?"

"That sounds amazing."

The prospect came back with a beer for me.

"What's this?"

"Alex noticed yours was empty," he said, referencing the empty bottle I held in my hand, "she told me to get you another one."

I took it from the prospect and handed him my empty and he was on his way. I watched as she smiled and chatted up members from her spot behind the bar.  It wasn't until two beers later that I'd managed to get one for myself.

"Was starting to think the prospect was gonna deliver em to you all night," she laughed as she saw me amongst the crowd at the bar, “want another?”

"Figured I say hey."

"Nice to see you outside of work, Juice."

Her lips met mine as she ground her hips against me.

"Wait," I paused, pulling away from her, "are you single? Is this allowed?"

"No one is watching us, Juice," she giggled, leaning forward. She caught my lips again. And for a second I caved and met her intensity, “I don’t think it matters behind this door.”

"Wait. Are you single?"

"For the moment," she laughed, "I don't exactly pull everyone into a dance and then spend that time making out with him."

"Well, I mean this is what, our fourth date?"

"Are you counting every time I give you a dance?" she asked curiousy, "are you calling them dates?"

"Shit, I-"

"It's cute," she smiled, cutting me off. Her hips ground against mine again and I groaned. She smirked so I pulled her hips down even more so she could feel how hard I was, "fuck."

I smiled as she moaned.

My jeans and boxers and her lingerie were the only material between us. But it all still felt like there was too much there. I wanted to be closer to her.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "not at all."

My lips caught hers as I pulled her into my room. The door slammed behind us and I slammed her against it. She moaned and bit my lip playfully.

"Fifteen minutes, right?"

"Juice that's only at the club," she giggled, “we’re obviously not at my club.”

I smirked as I felt her hands go down to my jeans, "what are you doing, sexy Lexi?"

"Don't you want this," she whispered against my ear. She began kissing down my neck and I had to stifle a moan when she started nipping at my collar bone, “isn’t this what you’re looking for, Juice?”

"Oh I do," I moaned, gripping her hips a little bit more, "I just want to make sure you want this too."

"What date?"

"Tonight, makes six?"

"Yeah," she whispered softly, “I want this.”

Half-Sack’s POV

"Hey, where'd you go?"

"Just talking with one of the guys," she shrugged. I leaned against the door frame, not entirely believing it, “What…”

"I was starting to think you didn't want to do movie night."

“Of course I want to do movie night with you,” She smiled at me, "you really wanna…even after our last conversation?"

“I can’t keep doing this,” she muttered sadly as she drew little shapes on my chest, I looked down at her and my heart broke.  I pulled her closer against myself, “Kip…”

“We have to keep it a secret,” I muttered, “you-“

“I’m eighteen now…have been for weeks…that’s how we got here,” she said delicately, her nails dancing across my chest.  I felt my heartstrings tug as I looked at her bare form against mine, “Kip…I want more.”

“Alex…we can’t…”

I nodded, "Of course.  I still have feelings for you, Alex…that didn’t change."

"Give me two minutes," she offered. She reached into the dresser and grabbed something and then ran into her bathroom, "you can pick the movie."

I chuckled as she ran into the bathroom. I walked into her room and closed the door, "do you have any preference?"

"No," she yelled through the door, “it’s up to you.”

I went over to where her movies were and started looking.  What did I want to watch?  What would she want to watch?

"So what'd you pick?"

I turned to look at her and lost my breath. She had changed over into a simple cami and sleep shorts, but she was beautiful.

"Kip?"

"I don't know," I admitted, knowing suddenly that this would end up just like every other time the two of us had spent together alone since she became legal.  I cleared my throat and shook my head, trying to push the image of her moaning beneath me from my mind, “wh-what um, what do you want to watch?"

"Pick something scary," she giggled, "I want to see something good."

"You see the last Saw movie that just came out?"

She shook her head. I smiled and ran over to my room, grabbing it quickly. When I came back, she was gone. I got the DVD popped into the player and fast forward to the title screen. A few minutes later she came back with popcorn.

"I could have gotten that."

"You were getting the movie up," she smiled, “it’s no big deal.”

I nodded, ignoring the pang in my stomach.  I hope the other guys didn't see her like that.  Jealousy began to surge through me.

"Come on," she smiled, leading me to her bed. She laid down and put the popcorn on her night table. Removing my shoes and kutte I sat down on the edge of the bed, "come on Kip, I don't bite."

"You can call me Eddie you know," I smiled, "Kip and Half-sack are nicknames.  You don’t have to only call me Eddie when we…”

"Edward Kip Half Sack Epps," she smiled, poking my cheek.  I could see the slightest bit of sadness behind her eyes as she snuggled up with her blankets, "somehow that fits you."

"Yeah." 

"I like it," she sighed.  When I started the movie, she looked at me, "come closer.  Lay down.  We're watching a movie." 

I nodded, delicately moving closer towards the middle of the bed.  When I made it far enough, she put the popcorn in my lap.  

The movie opened up with some guy being strapped to a table, a pendulum ready to cut him in half if he didn't crush his hands.  I wasn't too focused on it.  I mostly stared at my lap.  

Alex had snuggled up to me.  That wasn't the issue.  She had been eating popcorn, but her other hand was resting on my thigh.    It wasn't until she jumped and gripped my thigh that I actually looked at her.  

"I’m sorry, I didn't expect that." 

"You okay?" 

She nodded, and snuggled up to me even more, putting the bowl on my side of the night table.  

"You sure you’re okay?" 

I wrapped my arm around her so that she could cuddle up into my chest a little more.

"Yeah." 

"We don't have to watch it if you don't want," I offered, “I just thought…”

"No," she said, shaking her head at me, "I want to. " 

"Listen," I chuckled, pausing the dvd, "if it's too scary we don't have to watch it.  Especially right now.  We can watch something else.  I won't get mad." 

"I want to watch it," she said, sitting up and staring at me, "Please Eddie?" 

Shit.

The way she said my name was a cross between a plead and a moan, and it sent a pulse straight to my cock.  I was quick to change the subject, trying to avoid my now growing problem.

"Okay," I sighed, tucking her back under my arm, "but if it becomes too much, you tell me, alright?" 

"I will." 

I smiled again, pressing play on the dvd again.  I continued to mostly ignore the movie, and instead, found myself studying her.  There was just something about her.  I couldn't help but feel like this was so right.  

Fuck the fact that she's younger.  She gets me. And she's the coolest fucking girl I've ever met. 

"Eddie?" 

I felt her shift slightly, but she wrapped her arms around me even more.  Her legs intertwined with my own, and she was partially on top of me. My breath hitched in my throat as her thigh brushed over my erection.

"You okay?" 

She looked up at me through sleepy eyes.  She nodded softly and I felt all my worry washing away. She hadn’t even noticed.  She was so exhausted that none of it mattered.   

"I can pause it and we can finish it tomorrow." 

"I'm fine," she yawned, "you're just so comfy." 

I paused the movie, but she didn't seem to notice. "What are you thinking of, Alex?" 

She shrugged, but her hand reached for mine.  I let her hold my hand as she pulled it closer to herself.  She inhaled deeply and I felt myself relax into her.  

“I love you, Eddie…”

"Eddie." 

Her voice was soft.  

Her hand brushed my cheek.  The warmth of her skin against mine made me not want to open my eyes.  Maybe if I pretended to be asleep still, we could pretend this was okay for a little bit longer.  

"Eddie." 

When I didn't respond she shifted, but my body wanted hers close.  The warmth left and I felt myself roll onto my stomach, grabbing her pillow so I could at least have something that smelled like her. 

"Why do you have to be my best friend?" she whispered. It almost sounded sad.  I felt her lips against my temple, “god…I wish you wanted to be more.” 

A few seconds later I heard the door open and close.  

Fuck. 

I sighed, sitting up, wiping the tiredness from my eyes.  When I checked my phone, I laughed.  6:45 AM.  We'd fallen asleep just a few hours ago, and no one was going to be awake yet, but here she was, up this early on a Saturday morning.  

I got up, grabbing the kutte of her desk and started putting my shoes on. 

"Where are you going?" 

I looked back. I hadn't even heard her come back. She had a tray in her hands that smelled heavenly. 

"I-I made breakfast if you wanted it," she began, "I remembered you had to work at the garage today and I wanted to let you sleep bu-" 

"You made this for me?" 

"Of course," she smiled.  She sat it down on the night table, "I uh-I was gonna shower, but there's pancakes and some hash browns there.  I didn't make any bacon or sausage because you're vegetarian." 

"You remembered that?" 

"Of course," she laughed, ruffling my hair, "you're my best friend, Kip." 

God I wish you were more.

Juice’s POV

I smiled to myself. Hell, I couldn't stop from smiling all damn week.

Ever since the party I couldn't wait to see Lexi again...I just had to wait until her next shift at the club and then I could chat her up.  I could ask why she was gone by the time I woke up.

I could ask if I could see her outside of the club and outside of a club party.Maybe take her to my place and show her a good time...and actually remember it this time.

"So tell me about this girl."

"What?"

Sack looked at me, "you've been daydreaming damn near all day. Any time anyone's talked to you you've been out of it. It's gotta be a girl, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure," he laughed, "but you've been giddy since the party a few days ago."

"It's been almost a week."

"Exactly."

Shit.

I shouldn't have corrected him.

Now he knows it's a girl from the party, "So what about her?"

Maybe if I play it cool, he won't think that much about it.

"Well, I was running errands for people all night," he shrugged, "Just thought maybe you'd wanna talk about it. Was she a crow eater?"

"No," I said quickly, "I wouldn't make a crow eater my old lady."

"Ahh," he said curiously, "so you wanna make this chick your old lady."

"Shut up prospect."

We walked through the gate of fun town together. Looking around it seemed like a good time. This would have been a good place to bring Lexi.

I wish I had her number.

"Hey, yeh made it," Chibs smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "took the two of yeh long enough."

"Sorry," Half sack grumbled, "Tig had me detail his bike before I was allowed to come down. Then Bobby had me do the same."

"Well shite prospect, if I knew yeh were doing the bikes I'd have left mine there and had yeh jump on er."

"I can do it when I get back," he sighed, “If you want.”

I chuckled, "add mine to that list, would ya?"

"An what about you Juicey boy?" he asked, "everyone's here. You'll finally get to meet Tig's youngest, Alex."

"How many kids does he have?"

"Just the three," half sack commented, "Alex has been staying with us for a while now. I'm surprised you haven't run into her."

"She's barely legal," Chibs laughed, "the only one that hangs out with her is you prospect. An that's because you're her chauffer during the week."

"I've been wondering why they pulled you off mechanic shifts."

"Sack ere has been payin his dues by driving Tig's kid around."

"Speaking of." Sack smiled. He jogged up to Tig stopping in front of someone I couldn't see

"E's become quite smitten with her," chibs laughed, turning around and leading us over, "you know if she wasn’t Tig’s, I'd be all over that. She's a little sex kitten for sure."

"Tigs kid?" I laughed, "Yeah. Okay."

"Hey Juice, Sack said you haven't met Alex yet."

I looked from Tig to the woman he'd had his arm around.

"This is Alexis."

"She goes by anything really," Tig chuckled, "I call her Alex. Few of the guys call her Lexi."

"I answer to most anything," she smiled, pretending not to know me, "Juice did you say your name was?"

But my breath was caught in my throat.  Somehow, she looked younger.  But there was no doubt in my mind that this was her.  Her brunette bob.  The flower-patterned dress which stopped at her thighs.  She wasn't innocent but she sure as hell looked it today.  

"You?"

"Hi." she smiled, acting innocent as ever.

"How old are you again?"

"Woah Juice," Tig growled, "That's my kid."

"She's eighteen brother.  Just turned it a few weeks ago," Chibs laughed, trying to make a joke of it, "Lexi here is off the table for a few years, least til Tig finally kicks the bucket."

I felt like my heartrate was going a million miles a second.  I made out with her.

Fuck.

The party.  I don't remember it.  Did we do more?

"You okay Juicey boy?" Chibs asked, "ye look a little green around the gills."

"Sure he's fine," Tig shrugged, "Come on Alex. Let's go on some rides. I remember you loved the little coaster when you were little."

"Okay dad!"

I felt sick to my stomach as the two of them walked away.

"Come on juicey lets get ye some water."

"Yeah,"I nodded along, "Water." 

Chapter 5

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Mission Impossible:

Ethan Hunt:

- Naughty Games 🫦🌶️ Summary: Playing with Ethan Hunt is never a good idea and you’ll learn that.

- No more trip

Sons of Anarchy:

- Kip: 🫰🏽✨ Summary: He didn't cheat on you but the betrayal breaks you.

- Dead Inside: 🫰🏽✨ Summary: You wake up at the hospital and learn then why.

- Prank and Delivery: 🫰🏽✨/❤️‍🩹💔 Summary: You're pregnant and have to spend the last weeks at home but boredom drives you nuts. You decide to prank Jax instead of rest.

- Quiz: 🫰🏽✨ No summary.

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Thranduil:

Till the end of time 🦋❤️‍🔥 Summary: Now he understands why every first day after the full moon, you disappear and always come back covered with dirt from hair to toe and some scratches and bruises.

Snippets game:

Haldir (1) (2)

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Okay, so continuing my Red Dead Redemption 2/Sons of Anarchy comparison (I’m only up to chapter 3 of RDR2 so this is subject to change):

1) Dutch Van Der Linde is Clay Morrow. They are the leaders who are growing increasingly erratic.

2) By default, Molly O’Shea is Gemma Teller. I guess the one thing they have in common is being a pain in everyone’s ass.

3) John Marston and Abigail Roberts are Jax Teller and Tara Knowles. John and Jax are the protagonists/irresponsible criminals who want to be family men. Abigail and Tara are focused on protecting their children. And since I played the first game, both couples are trying to leave the criminal life.

4) Arthur Morgan is a loose combination of Chibs Telford and Opie Winston. They’re the closest to a brother figure to John/Jax and they’re the second-in-command of the team. Arthur also has Opie’s bad luck with romance. (Hmm…I guess Arthur could also be Bobby Munson as well for these reasons)

5) Hosea Matthews is Piney Winston. They’re the old guys who keep questioning Dutch/Clay’s authority.

6) Micah Bell is sorta kinda Tig Trager. They’re the weird, aggressive guys who seem to get on the rest of the team’s nerve. But I like Tig, whereas Micah is annoying lol.

7) Kieran Duffy is Juice Ortiz. They’re the perpetual outsiders since they went against the team.

8) Sean MacGuire is Kip 'Half-Sack' Epps. They’re the little shits who are trying to prove themselves and the gangs treat as the youngest brother.

9) Leopold Strauss is Bobby Munson. This is solely because both men handle the finances of the gangs. For a comparison that’s closer to the character’s personality…maybe Charles Smith? Or Javier Escuella?

10) Sadie Adler doesn’t have anyone I can really compare to but if I had to choose, she could also be Opie Winston. She has Opie’s burning desire for revenge after losing their spouse.

11) The O’Driscolls are the Mayans MC. They’re the rival gang that isn’t so different from the main gang.

Also, just to emphasize how RDR2 is secretly a Western Sons of Anarchy, here are the lyrics to SOA’s opening:

Riding through this world all alone

God takes your soul, you're on your own

The crow flies straight, a perfect line

On the Devil's Bed until you die

Gotta raise some hell, 'fore they take you down

Gotta live this life

Gotta look this world in the eye

Gotta live this life until you die

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Johnny Lewis is perhaps most renowned for his portrayal of the affable Kip "Half-Sack" Epps in the acclaimed television series, Sons of Anarchy. In 2011, he sustained significant head injuries in a motorcycle crash. Subsequent to this incident, he began nurturing peculiar and irrational thoughts and engaged in behaviors that he refused to seek assistance for, much to the dismay of his father.

Tragedy struck on September 26, 2012, when these troubling thoughts culminated in the murder of Lewis' 81-year-old landlady, Catherine Davis. Her lifeless body was found brutally murdered at her residence in Los Angeles. Adjacent to her residence, the lifeless body of Johnny Lewis was also discovered.

A subsequent investigation unveiled the grim sequence of events. Lewis had forcibly entered Catherine's home, subjecting her to a fatal beating and strangulation, in addition to ending the life of her cat. Following the gruesome murder, Lewis fled to the rooftop, where an accidental fall led to his own death.

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we  would  love  more  older  muses  around  here.  some  ideas  for  older  muses  in  existing  reboots  are  listed  under  the  cut  since  it's  quite  a  long  list.  however  some  other  reboots  that  could  definitely  fit  30+  muses  are  :  13  going  on  30,  legally  blonde,  american  psycho,  mamma  mia,  how  i  met  your  mother,  the  office  &  desperate  housewives  !!

the  vampire  diaries:  alaric  saltzman,  jenna  sommers,  john  gilbert,  meredith  fell,  sybil,  liz  forbes,  lillian  salvatore,  josette  laughlin,  isobel  flemming,  carol  lockwood,  abby  bennett,  pearl,  mikael  mikaelson,  zach  salvatore  &  esther  mikaelson.

the  oc:  alex  kelly,  sandy  cohen,  kirsten  cohen,  julie  cooper,  jimmy  cooper

one  tree  hill:  dan  scott,  keith  scott,  deb  scott,  karen  roe,  quinn  james.

sons  of  anarchy:  jax  teller,  opie  winston,  donna  winston,  gemma  teller-morrow,  clay  morrow,  tara  knowles,  juice  ortiz,  tig  trager,  chibs  telford,  happy,  wendy  case,  half-sack  epps.

gilmore  girls:  sookie  st.  james,  christopher  hayden,  emily  gilmore,  richard  gilmore,  max  medina,  michel  gerard,  mrs.  kim.

pretty  little  liars:  ezra  fitz,  melissa  hastings,  wren  kingston,  ashley  marin,  meredith  sorenson,  veronica  hastings,  ella  montgomery,  byron  montgomery,  ian  thomas,  tom  marin.

sex�� and  the  city:  samantha  jones,  charlotte  york,  miranda  hobbes,  mr.  bing,  aiden  shaw.

supernatural:  dean  winchester,  sam  winchester,  jo  harvelle,  bobby  singer,  john  winchester,  mary  winchester,  ruby,  lilith,  castiel,  ellen  harvelle,  jessica  moore.

friends:  phoebe  buffay,  ross  geller  (ross  gang),  janice  hosenstein,  gunther,  mike  hannigan,  carol  willick,  emily  waltham,  susan  bunch,  kathy,  jill  green,  amy  green.

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true  blood:  bill  compton,  eric  northman,  lafayette  reynolds,  sam  merlotte,  tara  thorton,  pam,  alcide  heveraux.

jennifers  body:  nikolai  wolff

resident  evil:  chris  redfield,  albert  walker,  jill  valentine,  ada  wong,  barry  burton,  rebecca  chambers,  ashley  graham.

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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.

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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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Let's Learn All About Kip "Half-Sac" Epps

It’s really bad karma, you know, digging up a grave, man.

Prospect for SAMCRO 

US Army Vet

Due to injury Nicknamed “Half-Sack”

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Uncle to Kaitlyn Jacqueline Teller

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My sweet country girl // Ch 8

If she could have seen her face and what he saw. She would have seen how white her face went. Almost like a piece of copy paper. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before” She admitted in a whisper like it was a secret. It’s not like she had many chances out on the farm. It was either the old truck, a car or a horse. 

“Don’t worry you’ll be great” He encouraged. 

...

[abbatoirablaze]

Tig's Daughter, Chapter 3

Word Count:  2.2k

Tig’s POV

"Come on, dad," she pleaded, "I've already been going to school for a few weeks. You promised if I went back, you'd let me get my driver's permit.  I’m seventeen…it’s practically a ‘must have’ for me."

"You've been back A week," I laughed, grabbing myself another beer, "You're gonna have to put a little more time in at Charming High School if you want me to follow through on that."

"Come on dad," she tried again, "I'm trying. I even got a part time job working a few nights a week at another diner. Please!"

"You got a job?"

"Just part time," she sighed, "I wanted to be able to help us get a place."

I sighed, taking a look at my little girl.  She was going to school.  I'd had half-sack drop her off every morning, which I knew Clay wasn’t super excited about, because he would often be late opening up the garage.  And now I find out she got a part time job to help me get a place.

How did she know I was struggling with extra cash?  Did one of the guys say something to her in the week and a half she'd been here?

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't have a job," I began, "you need to focus on school an-"

"Gemma said that you guys aren't getting your normal money from the club," she admitted. She reached across her chair and put her hand on mine. It fell away from the beer as I looked her in the eyes, "Dad I want to help out any way that I can."

"You should be focusing on being a kid," I told her softly, "not worrying about bills and shit. That's why I work as a mechanic here.  I can take care of us, kiddo."

"Dad you're barely getting by on that," she sighed, "and you don't pay rent here. Your fines are insane. Let me help."

"Alexis Marie Trager!"

"You don't get to 'dad voice' me," she laughed, "we're in this together partner. You took me in. Let me help."

I sighed yet again.  She smiled when she realized I wasn't going to fight her on it any longer, "You still have to go to school."

"Obviously," she laughed, “I’m just…helping out where I can on top of that.”

"I'll tell half sack that when he picks you up from school you can get some driving practice in," I replied, "and I'll have him stop by the DMV tomorrow when he drops you off to get you one of those driver's booklet things."

"And a physical form!"

"You need to go to a doctor?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "they make sure there's nothing wrong with you so that you can drive."

"Sweetheart, between me and your mother, I'm sure there's a lot that's wrong with you."

"They don't care about my type of crazy," she laughed, gently pushing me, "stop being a goofball."

"Yeah, yeah," I laughed. She let go of my hand and got off the bar stool, "hey, where are you going now?"

"Homework," she said quickly, "gotta hold up my side of the bargain...right?"

I smiled as she walked back to the dorm rooms.  A little while later sack came in from the shop, "hey, prospect. Got another task for you."

"Yeah, sure," he said quickly, running up to greet me, "what did you need, Tig?"

"Gonna have you teach my kid to drive," I replied with a smile, "when you drop her off tomorrow go to the DMV and get the driver's book and shit. Then start taking her out after school for mini lessons. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, of course.  Whatever you need."

"Good," I smirked, clapping him on the back, “you’re alright Half sack.”

"Am I driving her to work now too?"

"You know she's got a job?"

"Seems like she just started it," he nodded, "Thursday night she had me pick her up from a diner.  Is that okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "keep an eye on her."

He nodded in response and ran off when Clay called him to clean up the storeroom.

Finally having enough of my beer, I began making the walk back towards my own dorm room. We were surprisingly not busy tonight, and Clay had told a few of us to hang around, but it didn't look like we were gonna see any action.

As I passed Alexis' room, I noticed a paper in the hall. It was a paper about some chemistry assignment. Knocking on the door, I didn't hear anything, so I walked in. The door to the bathroom was closed and I could hear the shower running.

On her desk was a few textbooks and a notebook. Putting the paper down, I turned, and knocked over her backpack.

"Shit."

I tried to quickly clean it up, but she didn't seem to hear anything from the bathroom. Just as I was putting the backpack back on the back of the chair, I noticed an ID on the floor. Lifting it up I saw my baby girl's picture, but she was Alexis Smith, aged 21.

What the fuck?

"Dad?"

I turned towards her voice. She looked scared seeing me hold the ID.

"What the hell is this, Alex?" I asked, "and when did you get it?"

"I got a fake ID so that I could get a job," she sighed, stepping into the room. She went to grab it, but I held it out of reach from her, "I'm serious. I've had it since I was 14. Dressed a little more mature and got the job at the diner. That's why it expires when my real one will hit."

"I don't like the idea of you having a fake ID."

"Well, I need it," she admitted, trying to reach for it again, "I got a job at a diner down the road. I need to bring it to my next shift so they can fill out tax information.  They didn’t want to hire anyone under eighteen…so I fudged the truth.  I have all the experience."

"You should be focusing on school."

"I am," she said quickly, "but I'm also trying to help us out. I don't want to live in a dorm, dad. This place feels like a frat house. I want a home...like we used to have. You know, when it was me, you, mom, and missy?"

I felt a pang in the pit of my stomach.  I wasn't able to give her a house because I'd drowned my money elsewhere, but here she was, asking for a place to call home.

"Alex."

"Can I have my ID back, dad?"

"It's only for work!"

"It's only for work," she repeated, nodding her head, "I swear."

"You're not drinking or-"

"I mean if you need me to pick you up some beer after I get out of the diner there is a store across the street," she smiled. When I didn't smile along, her own faltered and she crossed her arms, "if I really wanted to drink, I'm pretty sure I could just walk behind the bar and get one."

"But you don't."

"Exactly dad," she sighed, "I don't. Because I don't want to. I'm not Brenda, you know. So, if you could stop treating me like her, and give me some trust it'd really mean a lot."

"I'm just worried."

"About what?" she asked, "dad, I do my homework in front of you. I go to school. I come home. I'm always here. I just wanted to feel free again. I wanted to help us."

"You don't hate me, do you?" I asked, "you know. For not being there."

"Dad," she scoffed, "how could I hate you? You got me away from mom. You rescued me from her...and I mean, sure, I would have much rather you gotten me sooner, but I'm here. I'm with you."

"I just feel like I missed out on so much, you know...I never got to see your sisters growing up and I told myself when your mom and I had you that it would be different," I admitted, "I just feel like I fucked up all over again."

"I can promise you, that you didn't fuck up," she said, pulling me into a hug, "I love you daddy."

"I love you too, kiddo." 

Alex’s POV

"Are you okay?"

I looked from the steering wheel, back to half-sack. He had his brow raised at me and seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"I uh, I forgot what I was supposed to do."

He chuckled, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach kicking up.

"It's really simple," he smiled, offering me instructions, "you have your foot on the brake, right?"

I nodded, "yeah."

"Alright, keep it there," he smiled. He reached down to the gear shift and put his hand over mine, "we're going to put it into drive and just go around the lot.  You’ll be fine…I promise."

"And then?"

I looked back at the parking lot.  Thankfully no one was around.

But that also meant it was just half-sack and I. I felt my heart racing a thousand miles a minute as I couldn't stare away from the fact that his hand was over mine.

"You can take your foot off the break," he chuckled. I did as he instructed and I felt the car slowly rolling forward, "now press the gas a little, and you'll start to go. Then when you want to stop, take your foot off the gas, and put it back on the brake."

I nodded along, unsure if the butterfly feeling in my stomach was from the prospect in the passenger seat or that it was my first time being in the driver's seat.  I pushed the gas, and the car lurched a little.

Freaking out I slammed on the brakes.  Both half-sack and I lurched forward, but the seatbelts kept us in check.

"Oh my god," I yelled, throwing the gear shift back into park. I turned to half-sack, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I know I shouldn't be driving. Maybe we should just stop. I-I'm sor-"

"You're fine," he said in a calm, reassuring tone.  He put his hand back over mine, and the butterflies returned, "it's your first time. It's understandable that this kind of thing is happening."

"Maybe I shouldn't do this," I said nervously, shaking my head. Half-sack gave me a look before moving my hand and the gear shift back into the park option, "maybe my dad was right. I can't drive. I shouldn't drive. I'm sorry I wasted your time, Kip."

"You didn't waste my time!  You’re fine Alex."

"i-I don't know, I mean I feel like I did..." I admitted, "I feel like I should be able to just do this. I work. I go to school. I'm getting money for my dad and I to move out of those dorm rooms and for-"

Before I could say anything else I felt his lips on mine.  My breath caught in my throat and the butterflies erupted from my stomach.  And just as quick as it had happened, the pressure on my lips were gone.  I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Shit, I shouldn't have done that," he muttered; his own voice suddenly giving away his own anxiety, "your Tig's kid an-"

But this time it was my turn to cut him off. I captured his lips, and my hands went to either side of his face. I felt one of his hands slide up my cheek and the other went down my neck as our lips worked in rhythm.

"Alex." he whispered.

"Yeah?"

He looked at me, leaning back from the center console where we'd come together.  He looked nervous, "We can't do that again."

"Why not?"

"LEXI!" One of my classmates nudged me and I looked up.

"Do not fall asleep in my class, Miss. Trager," my math teacher commanded, “I won’t warn you again.”

I sighed to myself as I was shaken from my daydream.

"Girl you were out of it," she laughed as the math teacher went back to writing on the board, "you were straight up drooling on the desk."

I looked to my desk where there was a small drool puddle. Using my sleeve, I wiped it off and turned back to the notes I'd started taking before I fell asleep.  After the last bell rang, I all but ran outside. Kip was waiting on his bike. A few parents were giving him nervous looks, but he ignored it. When he saw me making my way towards him, he smiled.

"You look exhausted."

"So much so," I laughed, putting on the helmet he handed me, "I don't have work tonight...do you think maybe you can teach me to drive again later?"

"Gotta see if the club's got anything going," he shrugged as he started his bike, "but I think I'm free…when you say drive…do you mean we practice like last time?"

I felt myself blush, “maybe without the freaking out?”

“…can I kiss you again?”

My cheeks tinged an even darker shade of pink, “I wouldn’t say no if you did.”

“Okay,” he smiled, “driving lessons…I’ll make sure I’m free.”

“Okay!”

"Hold on, hon," he laughed, as he pushed off. I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into his back, ignoring the dirty looks from everyone we passed.  

Chapter 4

[drabbles-mc]

What about a 'waking up next to them' HC? Both fluffy and smutty HC's for the Sons? Because, let's be honest, if you're waking up next to Tig, he's having to be dead to not have to do something smutty in the morning.

Some fluff, and some steam ahead! Nothing explicit, just implied. I didn’t do both types for all of them because I just wasn’t quite feeling it for them all, but hope you still enjoy. HC list under the cut!

Jax:

You’re usually being woken up by the feeling of him fidgeting underneath you as you lay sprawled across his chest, or by the feeling of his hands running up and down your back.

He usually doesn’t wake up much earlier than you do, but that’s mostly because he wakes you up shortly after, whether it’s on purpose or not. You can feel the laughter in his chest as he listens to you grumble and groan about being awake.

Will quietly mumble good morning against your shoulder as he let’s you toss and turn in an unsuccessful attempt to get back to sleep. When you finally open your eyes, his smirk is almost always the first thing that you see.

Definitely the type to try and kiss you to make the process of waking up better. Forehead, temples, cheeks, lips, your whole face gets covered and if nothing else it gets you to smile and laugh. Most of the time it would end up getting out of hand and the wakeup process went from dreadful to the best part of your day.

On quiet days, the two of you get to linger, talking softly about things you hadn’t been able to catch up on during the busy times. It’s all whispers and soft touches. Busy days usually mean those conversations are happening while you watch him getting dressed and ready for the day, or vice versa. Last minute notes and things to do are said as shoes are pulled on and one, or both, of you make your way out the door.

Opie:

Early mornings are when he’s the most affectionate. And the most talkative. Something about the safety of the rest of the world not being awake yet.

Despite him being more present in the mornings, you usually have to be the one to say something first. But he always feeds into it, laying on his side so that he’s facing you, or letting you situate yourself so that you’re lying on top of him, your head resting against his chest.

Super open to suggestion. All it takes is one lingering kiss for a soft, quiet morning to turn into anything but that. And on the opposite side of that, all it takes is you softly toying with his hair or his beard for him to completely melt into a puddle on the mattress with you.

The two of you don’t usually end up going to bed at the same time at night- he’s usually out late with the club. So early mornings are usually your quality time together in the midst of all the chaos.

Almost every day you try to convince him to blow off the club, and the rest of the world altogether, and just stay in bed with you. The suggestion is usually met with a tired smile and a shake of his head as he tells you with his gruff, sleepy voice, “Not today.” And you’ll ask, “Tomorrow?” And he chuckles as he sits upright, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “Maybe.”

Tig:

Wakes up ready for anything and everything, every single day. Everything includes club shit, personal shit, and fooling around with you even though it was probably the last thing you did before falling asleep the night before.

Definitely wakes you up by touching you and kissing you, figuring that the worst case scenario is you waking up and telling him he’s shit outta luck. Not that that usually happens.

Despite all the activities your mornings are usually filled with, there’s always softness underneath it all. Tig lets you toy with his hair, which is always a certified mess in the mornings.

He doesn’t say it, but he loves when you wake up before him, because that usually means he wakes up to the feeling of your palms gently cupping his face, the warmth of your hands stirring him out of his sleep.

Slow mornings when you’re both hungover after a party that got a little out of hand are always quiet, almost peaceful. A lot of whispers and quiet grumbling, groaning if his phone goes off and sends throbbing sensations through both your skulls.

If he’s the one who has to get out of bed to leave first, he always leaves with a kiss, an apology for leaving you, and an, “I love you,” as he goes.

Juice:

Just wants to cuddle. All day. Big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter.

If you try to get out of bed before him, he will immediately wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back against him. He’ll nuzzle into your neck without a word, no matter how much you’re laughing or trying to fight him.

Unlike some of the other guys, Juice is usually the one trying to convince you to stay in bed all day, not the other way around. He’d put the entire world on hold if it meant he got to spend the whole day in bed with you.

He’s a morning person if you’re a morning person. If you’re the kind of person who wants to wake up and work out and do things, he’ll do them right alongside you. But if you’re the kind of person who thinks that the day starting before 10AM is too early, he’s totally down for that too. All that he asks is that you budget in about 5-10 minutes of snuggling time before going about your day.

Doesn’t believe that he wakes you up with his snoring, but will still apologize anyway. Whenever you call him out on it he always comes back with something cheesy like, “Yea but at least then you get to wake up to my handsome face, too.” When you laugh and try to push him away he always ends up just laying on top of you to keep you from being able to move.

Mornings in bed together are a safe time, something that you both need, but him especially.

Kozik:

Not a morning person, and he will try to drag you down with him.

No matter what important things either of you have going on that day, he will try and convince you it can get taken care of tomorrow. He will be the best big spoon in the world to try and get just a few extra minutes under the covers with you.

If cuddling and smooth-talking doesn’t work, that’s when you’ll feel his hands start to wander. Even if you don’t have the time for early morning escapades, you make the time. Because how are you supposed to say no? It’s always slow, and gentle, and loving. The two of you drag it out for as long as you can until one of you really does need to leave for the day.

When you go to get out of bed and get ready, he’ll always reach and grab your hand, trying to pull you back no matter how far past your alarm you already stayed. It always gets you to laugh, and when you turn around and look at him, there’s always a smile on his face. You shake your head and give his hand a squeeze before going and getting ready for the day, reminding him that maybe he should do the same.

Chibs:

He’s also not much of a morning person, but you love how grumpy he is about it.

No matter what you ask him in the morning, the answer is always no. Even if you’re asking him if he wants a cup of coffee, he still grumbles and says no. Despite that, though, if you bring him stuff anyway he always accepts it and says thank you.

Same goes with affection. You can bat your eyelashes all you want as you plead with him, “Gimme a kiss,” and he’ll still say no. However, while he’s lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, or even with his eyes closed, if you lean over and kiss him he won’t let you pull away quickly.

He has to be awake for a while before he finally has it in him to say the words, “Good morning,” and you know that he’s saying it because you’re there.

After a lot of nudging and a strong cup of coffee, he usually starts to come around. By the time the two of you are pulling breakfast together he’s becoming his usual, loving, affectionate self, stealing little touches and kisses from you. It usually makes him want to go straight back to bed to waste the day away with you.

Happy:

Always awake before you. Truthfully, you wonder if he ever really goes to sleep. He’s up when you go to bed, and he’s up when you wake up.

Sometimes he’s already wandering around the house and getting ready for the day, other times he’s lying in bed next to you, either staring at the ceiling or at you.

Not a huge cuddler, but he knows you are so he lets you lay on him, fingers tracing along all his tattoos while you mumble sleepy, half-coherent sentences to him as you come around. He loves it but he doesn’t know how to say it, so he doesn’t, just let’s you keep talking.

You’ll ask him what he’s got going on for the day and the answer is always the same, “Club shit,” no emotional inflection on the two words whatsoever, and you have to admit to yourself that you find it a little amusing.

He loves when you ask, “Do you have to go right now?” because he knows exactly what’s going to happen if and when he tells you no, that he’s got some time.

He usually leaves the house before you, and you always make sure to say, “I love you,” before he goes. And while he doesn’t always verbally say it back, he usually stops whatever he’s doing when you say it, comes over to you, and gives you a rough kiss on the lips or on your temple, before going on his way.

Half-Sack:

Super lazy in the mornings, and you love it.

Even after he wakes up, it takes him forever to really wake up. Mornings with him are quiet, usually filled with the two of you talking quietly, laughing softly at whatever half-awake jokes he’s making.

He likes laying in bed with you for as long as possible, preferably with your head resting against his chest. He likes that you can hear his heartbeat, and that he can easily play with your hair and rub your back.

Despite the fact that it takes him awhile to get his bearings, he’ll still listen to you talk all morning. It’s his favorite sound to wake up to. For as much as he loves sleeping in, he does enjoy the feeling of you gently nudging him awake and softly saying, “Good morning, time to wake up.”

If your phone is within his reach when the alarm goes off, he’ll quickly grab it and shut the alarm off, holding the phone out of your reach if you try to grab it and get out of bed. It sends the both of you into fits of laughter as you try to wrestle it away from him, glad to start long days with smiles on your faces.