#kozik

[drabbles-mc]

Reminders

Herman Kozik x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, light angst if you squint but it's mostly fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: lake

Word Count: 200

A/N: I've missed this dude i can't lie 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bullet-prooflove]

Hold My Girl: Herman Kozik x Reader

It’s on a run to Tuscon that Kozik breaks away from the group and diverts to a small neighbourhood on the outskirts of the Sonora. It’s a quiet street, too quaint for the likes of him with his leather kutte, and a bike that crashes through the tranquillity.

The house he pulls up in front of is one he knows well; you’ve changed the colour of the door. It’s a soothing sage instead of the vivid red it was before he left. It fits better with the white exterior of the small dwelling. The honeysuckle is still there on the right side of the doorframe, the scent fills him with a sense of home as he stands on the doorstep and raps his knuckles on the door. He had a key once, but he lost it somewhere back in Charming. He can hear music on the opposite side of the door, something low and acoustic, he knows it helps you to concentrate when you sit at the kitchen table working on lesson plans. 

The sound of it makes his heart ache because it reminds him of the things he’s missed since he’s been away. He remembers mornings in the kitchen, watching you over a sunshine yellow mug as you emerge from the bedroom in his t-shirt and nothing else. He remembers how the last time ended with him making love to you on the coffee table, his hands in your hair as you kissed him. It’s moments like that that make him forget anything else. It’s just you and him, and nothing else exists.

When the door swings open it feels like he can’t breathe because you’re standing there and he’s forgotten how beautiful you actually are. His memories, the ones he’s carried for the past few months don’t do you justice. His gaze falls to the necklace that hangs around your throat, a tiny silver moon, it’s nothing really but it’s everything at the same time. He knows what it means, your still his, you still carry a part of him with you, the same way he does with that tattoo above his heart.

He opens his mouth to speak but you’re already in motion. He laughs as he wraps his arms around your form, clasping you close. It’s perfect, the way you fit against him, like the two of you were made for one another.

“I can’t stay long,” he whispers into your hair. “I just wanted to come by and hold my girl.”

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[mrsfilipchibstelford]

[possible-streetwear]

[jenster21]

The fact that we were DENIED Tig and Kozik fighting in the ring is a fucking CRIME

[electricmagicarchives]

Kyuss by Kozik, it hardly gets more "stoner" than that ;) This one pretty much was the first artsy gigposter I've ever come across, in a 90s Visions Magazine. While I was living in the depths of rural Germany this may not be the biggest surprise, but I was always fascinated with how much detail a person would put into just one concert advertisement!

[obsessedasusual]

I’ve just started season two of SWAT and let me tell you, we were ROBBED of Kozik in SOA.

Kenny Johnson has so many quality scenes in this series and I just KNOW he had so much more to give as that surfer dude looking biker😭

They’re brothers that chose different paths in life and that’s that😌

[gotankgo]

1993 - CBGB's - Kozik

Boss Hog • Cosmic Psychos • Hammerhead • Janitor Joe • Chokebore

[dysphorie]

[pumpkin-writes]

doing my usual rewatch and fuck kozik didn't deserve that ☹️

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

EXPERIENCE HENDRIX -- IN QUINTESSENTIAL AMERICAN STYLE.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1389x2000 -- Spotlight on Jimi Hendrix poster art, poster design by Frank Kozik, c. 1992, for Philip Cushway Serigraphs.

"This Jimi Hendrix poster is a fine art print. In '92, I was dealing with an art gallery in San Francisco called Art Rock, and they licensed the Hendrix estate. I think this was for an anniversary or something. They had me do a large-format, silk-screen poster. I think we did 200. Really big. I printed it myself, again. After market, I saw it go for over five grand."

-- FRANK KOZIK (poster artist/graphic designer/toy maker/living legend)

Source: www.collectionzz.com/bmwbryan/poster-collection-4/jimi-hendrix-1992-frank-kozik

[bullet-prooflove]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How bad?” Tig asks softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I didn’t make the run.”

Tig shrugs his shoulders.

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

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

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

Kozik looks back at you.

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

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

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

I cropped Opie out because I hate that guy.

[possible-streetwear]

FRANK KOZIK

[ssuuddoouu]

[ottimismocinico]

Frank Kozik

Α 1962 Ω 2023