#tig trager x you fluff

[drakoneve]

Long Run

request: Just something cute and sweet for tig with a gn reader, please? Anything, bro I'm starved.

pairing: Tig Trager x gn!reader

word count: 600+

warnings: mention of a cartel? typical club shit

a/n: I LOVVVEEEEE this man <333

Three years into your relationship with Tig, you should be more than used to long club runs. And, for the most part, you handled the separation well.

You could keep yourself busy with work, chores, and upkeep at the clubhouse with Gemma and Tara while the boys were gone but this work would only last so long.

Tiggy kept in contact as much as he could on the road with calling in between stops and in the evenings while on your drive home. There was the old "what happens on the road stays on the road" club rule, but since the beginning of your relationship Tig made a promise to be loyal to you and he'd yet to break it.

You'd known his reputation with men and women of loving and leaving them before ever getting involved with him, and so you'd made him promise.

This run is different, however.

The club made a special trip to Santo Padre on a favor to Marcus Alvares to help the local Mayans in town handle some cartel business, and before anyone knew it their one week in Santo Padre had turned into three.

It's why tonight you sat alone in the home you shared with Tig, cuddled up in blankets on his side of the bed watching old Criminal Minds reruns.

Being on his side of the bed, resting your head on the pillow seeming infused with Tig's favorite cologne (the one you'd been getting him since your first anniversary together), brought you the comfort of Tig while he was gone.

After several episodes and half a bag of popcorn later you'd finally begun to dose off when you heard it... the soft rumblings of an approaching motorcycle.

Out of habit you reached for the spare gun in the drawer of Tig's nightstand. Before him you had never shot a gun, but after the incident with Tara and Margaret being kidnapped incited Tig to teach you to defend yourself, which meant being able to use a gun if necessary.

You crept your way into the living room to peek out from behind the window curtains to see exactly who it was pulling up in your driveway.

Even though his helmet covered most of his hair, you could see Tig's small curls poking out the bottom, unruly as ever. He shuts his bike off and begins to remove his helmet and you decide you just can't take it anymore.

You abandon the gun in your hand on one of the couch end tables before heading out the door, barefoot and wearing one of Tig's shirts.

Tig raises his head when he hears the door, confused at first, but his gorgeous smile overtakes him as he realizes it's you coming for him.

You go as fast as your legs will carry you, throwing yourself against Tig's broad chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. His arms follow suit, wrapping around you and pulling you up off the ground for a moment before setting you back down, yet his arms don't release you.

"What are you doin' awake at this hour, baby?" he asks, voice muffled in your hair as he breathes you in. "You've got work tomorrow. Well, today, actually."

"Missed you," you confessed into his chest. Finally you bring yourself to pull away slightly, taking in Tig's face.

The bags under his eyes were slightly more defined than when you last saw him, but his blues sparkled down at you with excitement.

"You've been gone far too long, Tiggy," you scold playfully. "I don't think I'm letting you leave me ever again. I don't like it."

His blue eyes flicker over your face as his hands cup either side. "I don't wanna be away from you either, baby. You're everything."

Tig pulls you into a soft kiss. He never moves his hands from your face as he pulls away just slightly, resting his forehead against your own.

"Let's go inside, doll." Tig peppers kisses across your face. "I'm in desperate need of some lovin' from my baby, okay?"

"Mmm," you hum, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. "I can't exactly say 'no' to that, can I?"

[holylulusworld]

Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

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[davemybeloved]

Heyyyy welcome to my blog!

Hiii my name is Den(that’s not my real name, gotta keep my identity secret, I’m fucking Spiderman) and I don’t know what the fuck to say (she/her)

I’m Italian and I love metal, I’ve been playing guitar for 6 years and yes that’s it

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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I will write for:

-Bands: metallica, megadeth, Guns N’ Roses, Motley Crue

-TV shows: sons of anarchy

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What I will write:

Fluff, smut, angst, maybe a full story with different chapters, “taking inspo by the songs” ‘series’, sequels of one shots if you request them

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What I won’t write:

Kinks like furry or shit or those kind of craps. Abuse, violence. I will write kinks as long as they are not crazy ones. I won’t write headcanons (I have nothing against them, I like them, but I don’t know how to do them). I also won’t write male x male (again, nothings against it, it’s just that I’m a girl and I’m not comfortable nor “informed” enough to write it).

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-TV shows:

-sons of anarchy

-Series:

-WORRIES (Tig Trager x Otto’sDaughter!Reader)

-taking inspo by the song

-music:

-Bands master list

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Masterlist.

You will not be able to read certain chapters in this series without all your Community labels turned to show.

Contains: The slowest burn, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence and graphic depictions of violence, so much fucking smut (in later chapters of course), mentions of child abuse, graphic descriptions of bullying, forensic science. OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. There will be more and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

You should expect that each chapter could have a bit of everything, if it's tagged it just means it's more than one sentence. More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

Some of the chapters and snippets will be put to music, not listening to the music won't affect the story. Updates will vary, some days I might do two and other times I'll go a week without posting anything, there will be a time where I will open requests for snippets so you as the reader can have a piece of the universe I've cobbled together.

What's a snippet?

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Comment if you want to be tagged. Thank you so always for all your support. However, my tag list has been having issues so the best way to follow is to follow the tag #the reaper and the death angel.

You've spent most of your adult life in and out of war zones, and you've worked with the US military to identify terrorists and dead GIs. Sick of all the death and pain you chose to leave fieldwork and go back to historical research. When your little Brother leaves the Marines and settles in a small town, you decide to follow him. Will you find a home in your small, underfunded Musume job and your Brother's found family? Or will life with the Club just be another war zone?

Pre Season 1

Prologue

Part 1 ❤😨💉🔪

Part 2 ❤

Part 3 😨💉

Part 4

Part 5 ❤😨

Part 6 ❤😨🚩

Part 7 ❤

Part 8 ❤

Part 9 💉

Snippet 1 - The Lab💉

Season 1

Part 10 💉 🔪

Part 11 ❤😨💉

Part 12 🚩❤😨

Part 13 ❤😨💉🤢

Part 14 ❤❤❤💉

Part 15 ❤❤❤❤🔪🔪

Part 16🚩❤🤢(very mild)🔪

Snippet 2 - The Hand Model ❤

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Part 18 💦(discussion only)🚩(discussion only) ❤

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Snippet 3 - The Siblings 🚩😨❤❤❤

Pre-season 2

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Season 2

Part 25 ❤❤💦💦😨🚩

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Part 66❤❤❤💦❤

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One-shots

I'll Be Taking This Back💦❤

Trapped💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

The Weight of the World 💦💦💦💦❤ ❤

Lint and Gunpowder Part 1 ❤ ❤ Part 2💦💦❤ ❤

Beast of Prey❤💦💦💦❤

Run💦❤

Patience is a Virtue💦❤

Or Else💦❤

[murphslass]

What Did You Say?

Summary: Tig is super defensive and protective of his woman Y/N.

Warnings: plus sized!reader, swearing, fluff

“The fuck did you say?”

“Tig please don’t.”

“Nah. I’ve gotta handle this baby.”

Here we go again. Some random guy on the street made the mistake of calling you fat while walking with your biker boyfriend. Tig was extremely caring and loving towards you and if anyone even looked at you funny then they’d have to hear him.

“Go on speak up asshole. What did you say about my girl?”

“I said nothing to that whale you call a woman.”

No other words were spoken as Tig fully punched the asshat in his jaw. The guy fell onto the concrete. You gasped at Tig’s behavior and pulled on his arm to get away from the public eye.

“Don’t you fucking say anything about my woman. You hear me assholes!”

Tig yelled as he sat you on the bike and putting a helmet on you. He gently patted your shoulder as he made you hold his waist tightly as he drove back home. He always made sure to never hit any bumps so you wouldn’t feel unsafe or get hurt. He treats you like a fucking princess. However you weren’t in the mood for his cute behavior. He entered the home with you and you gave him the cold shoulder.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You don’t always have to get violent when that stuff happens.”

He sighed and hugged your waist while he kissed your neck. You fought a smile as his mustache tickled your soft skin.

“Stop it. I’m being serious asshole.”

“C’mon baby. I can’t help it. I fucking adore you so much and I hate when people disrespect you or can’t show you the love and honor you deserve.”

He pouted as he rested his head on your shoulder. You sighed and held one of hid hands.

“Quiting trying to be sweet. I’m mad at you.”

He giggled and lovingly kissed your cheek. You sigh and turned to peck his lips.

“C’mon now that’s all the love I get after defending your honor?”

You rolled your eyes and lightly hit his shoulder.

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[anonymous-southern-armadillo]

A/n: sorry I haven't really been writing recently — oppsie. But here is this! Hopefully it's good and not flaming garbage like I believe it to be (:

Happy lowman x F! Reader

Warnings/disclaimers: Language. Dirty jokes, illusions to the shexy times at the end. Fluff.

Sometimes.....Tig never knew when to shut up, today being one of those days. The BBQ was in full swing, cold beers being passed around, food set out on the picnic tables you forced your boyfriend Happy to drag into the backyard so people could eat while having the beautiful view of the lake that sparkled under the scorching sun. You, alongside the other women that the son's brought with them to this little party you held, wore nothing but bathing suits. Prepared to swim whenever you get too hot. Your lack of clothes though prompted had prompted Tig to — of course — endlessly flirt with you, making comments about how the swim wear you have on hug your body perfectly, showing off how incredibly — in his words, sexy you are. You of course respond with sassy remarks about how he couldn't handle you, that earned you a shit eating grin from the man.

As the laughter and music plays throughout your property, you make your way to the cooler. Bending over to retrieve two beers for Happy and Bobby as requested. As you dig around the cold ice in search of the beverages, you hear a low whistle you just knew belonged to Tig.

“If I knew happy wouldn't kill me, this would be the perfect opportunity to slap you're ass doll” His tone was playful, knowing that not only was his flirting and little comments annoying you, but your old man as well. Tigs favorite pass time was annoying you and Happy.

Standing up straight you turn around to face him, leaning against the picnic table with crossed arms as he grins at you. You held the two beers in your hand and fixated a glare on him.

“Even if happy wouldn't kill you, I would” You retort before making your way back over to Happy and Bobby who sat in two chairs by the lake, watching Tera and Jax play in the shallow part of the lake with their two little boys.

But Tig follows, running his mouth much to your dismay. “Oh c'mon, I'm irresistible” He said trailing behind you, no doubt eyes glued to your ass.

You snort, “You're insufferable is what you are” You can't help but smile at his sarcastic laugh.

“Very funny doll, you're just so hilarious aren't you?” Tig walks to stand in front of you, blocking you. Although you and Tig didn't know it, Happy was glaring daggers into the back of Tigs skull, Bobby almost jumping from his seat to warn Tig that your old man was getting fed up with the blue eyed man following you around all day like a lost puppy. But Bobby excused himself claiming Juice looked like he needed help gathering firewood for the bonfire later.

“Actually I am hilarious, but come on Tig, why don't you invite venus over and annoy her, aren't you two a thing?” You ask him as he simply shrugs.

“She said she was busy and couldn't come, That's why I'm annoying my second favorite girl” He winks at you and you move to push pass him but bumb into someone who you didn't notice behind Tig. Thankfully you didn't drop the beers you held and look up Ready to apologize only for it to die on your tongue as you find the stoic expression of your old man.

Tigs eyes go wide whenever the stoic expression of Happy's morphed into pure frustration, your old man's arm wrapping around your waist pulling you close into his side.

“I was wondering why you were taking so long, should have guessed Trager had something to do with it” Happy growls out while taking the beer from your hand. “I was hoping to spend time with my girl” He glared at Tig whenever he said the last part, clearly fed up with Tigs constant flirting.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Tig takes a step back from you. “I was only spending quality time with my best friend killer, no need to get all jealous —

“I'm not jealous, now beat it before you regret ever looking her way again” Happy's voice was more raspy than usual, a sign he was either beyond the point of being annoyed by Tig or he was getting needy for your special attention.

Tig didn't waste a second before scurrying off to find one of the guys to talk to, Happy placing a kiss on the crown of your head. That was rare for him considering PDA wasn't really his thing. You look up at him and sling a arm over his shoulder and around his neck.

“Well someone is grumpy today” You joke with a small smile, Happy groaning in response. “What's up baby?” You whisper after placing the beer you held on the picnic table you stood by so you can stand in front of him and sling both arms around his neck, prompting him to rest his hands on your hips.

“Just don't like him prancing around eyeing you the way he does, always flirting with you, it pisses me off” Happy told you truthfully, forehead softly falling on yours. He didn't care if you two were standing in the center of a small party were people could see this tender side of the Tacoma killer, he just missed being with you. Something the club has been depriving him of lately, so whenever he saw Tig taking up most of the time he should be spending with his girl? That really got under his skin.

You smile up at him, pulling away and taking his hand in yours to lead him inside the house. Once inside Happy was confused until you started leading him to your bedroom, a grin spreading across his face. You usher him inside the room and close the door, locking it.

“You do realize that no matter what Tig says or does I still think he's a complete dumbass right?” You laugh, Happy joining you as he stood in the middle of the room. You leaning your back against the door. “I'm sorry I haven't really been spending the day with you, but now you have me....” You push yourself off the door and point at the bed, motioning him to sit.

He does so and you stand between his spread legs, hands falling to his knees as you fall to yours in front of him. Looking up at him through your lashes. Happy couldn't deny the way his heart leaps at the realization you, his girl was kneeling before him no doubt about to show him that you... Are truly his, in a way he wouldn't forget.

“Now sit back while I show you who I wanna spend every second of my life with....” With that being said you undo his belt and Happy does as you ask.

[drakoneve]

Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

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Ride with me again (4) - Past always catches up

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager, Chibs Telford

Warnings: past abusive relationship, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of sexual assault (not one of the sons/not description), angst, language, scared reader, protective Jax, protective SoA, hurt & comfort, fluff

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Ride with me again masterlist

<<Part 3

“What about breakfast, princess?” Jax tries to make you leave the bed. You refused to leave his house for the better of a week. “Y/N, you need to go out and get some fresh air. You cannot hide here for the rest of your life.”

“Jax if I go out there, people will recognize me. I don’t want you or your family to get hurt because of me. If I stay here, maybe he’ll forget about me,” you hide under the blanket and Jax sighs deeply.

“I know that you are scared,” he sits next to you to carefully lift the blanket. “There she is,” he smirks when you stick your tongue out. “How about I show you what I got for you? You only have to get out of bed, have a shower, and get dressed. We will go for a short ride, and I swear, you will love it.”

“You swear?” glancing at the box Jax placed on the bed you debate whether to believe him or not. Your trust in people got irreparably damaged when your father used you as a pawn in his game. “Pinky promise and all?”

“Pinky promise and all, princess,” he gently runs one hand over your back. “If you feel strong enough. It’s been almost a week since you came here. How do you feel?”

You slowly get out from under the covers to sit next to Jax. He just watches you scoot a little closer to glance at the closed box on the bed.

“Much better than…,” you give Jax a cracked smile as you realize you didn’t feel safe for years. “I think it’s the first time I feel comfortable and safe since I had to leave town.”

“Oh, princess,” Jax reaches out for you to bring your trembling form into his arms. At first, you flinch away, fearing he will hurt you too. “Sorry, I didn’t think.” He looks hurt at your reaction.

“I’m sorry too, Jax,” you move closer again to place your hand on his thigh. “I know you’re not like him but—”

“You are scared and hurt,” you don’t flinch when he wraps one arm around your shoulders to comfort you. “I get that you don’t want a man to touch you or be near you.”

“Not you!” sniffling you look at Jax. “I like having you near me. You know, I feel much better and safe when you are around. My Prince Charming.”

“Princess,” Jax gives you a sad smile.

“So, when do we go for that ride you offered?” you try to break the awkward tension. “Do you’ve got a helmet for me too?”

“We will use my mom’s car,” he dips his head to peck your hair. “You’re still in pain. I can’t ask you to get on a bike so soon. We safe a ride with my bike for another day.”

“Do you…do you really want me to stay here? Not only in Charming but at your house too?” you question. “What if your girlfriend gets mad or something?”

“Aw, do you want to find out if I got a girlfriend?” giggling you hide your face in his shoulder. “I’m not taken, princess. And I usually don’t bring strays to my house.”

“So, I am special, Mr. Teller,” it’s easy to forget about your past when you are next to Jax. He makes you feel like the innocent and lively girl from back then, not the broken woman you are now. “I’m honored, Sir.”

“You always were special to me, Y/N,” Jax presses another kiss to your hair, your temple, and your cheek. “I will leave you to the shower. I’ll be waiting downstairs, with the box.”

“Clay, we’ve got a problem,” Juice places pictures of your father, your father-in-law, and Paul onto the table, swallowing thickly. “That was three days ago. They rented a car and booked a room at a hotel outside of Stockton.”

“What the fuck! They are so close to Charming, and we didn’t even know,” Clay curses. “How’d they get this close without our knowledge. We got to call Jax and the club. Tell everyone we need to prepare for war.”

“I know Y/N is a cute girl and what happened to her was…shit…but do you want us to start a war for some girl Jax didn’t see for years?” Tig throws in. “He can find a better girl just around the corner.”

“If you don’t want to help your family to protect a new member, you can stay out of the club,” Clay’s features darken as he steps toward Tig, “forever. Jax wants that girl. What would you do if it was Gemma or one of the other first ladies?”

“I just wanted to make sure the girl is worth it,” while Juice tries to stay out of the fight, Chibs watches the scene with amusement. “I never said I’ll not help.”

“Okay, just like that,” Jax moves his hand to your waistline to steady your body as you aim the gun at one of the cans he placed onto Gemma’s car. 

“Jax, I can’t shoot on the can. I could hit Gemma’s car,” you whine. Jax spent the whole morning teaching you how to shoot. Now he wants you to hit all the cans on his mother’s car. “What if I hit the car?”

“I’ll tell her it was me,” he smirks when you look over your shoulder to glance at him. “I promise you that you’ll do just fine. Remember what I told you.”

“I’ll control my breathing. Take a deep breath and hold it. I need to calm my body. It’s just,” you secure the gun and lower it, “if he’ll ever find me, there is no way that this will work. Paul is not a can, Jax.”

“Paul is dead, he just doesn’t know it yet, princess. I promise you’ll not have to shoot him. That’s my job,” Jax runs his hands up and down your arms. “Come on, one last try. I only want you to know how to shoot. If I’m not around and anything happens, I want you to shoot the bastard.”

“What a shitshow of a town,” Ethan Zobelle sneers as he walks the streets of Charming. “Did anyone see your daughter in town?” he asks.

“I asked around, showing every shop owner a picture of Y/N,” your father swallows thickly as Zobelle pats the gun he hides under his jacket. “No one saw her. We could ask at the library, drugstore, and the pawnshop too.”

“What about the motel outside of town? Maybe that bitch is hiding there,” Paul scrunches up his nose when an elder man sizes him up. “What? Got a problem gramps.”

“Paul,” Ethan grunts. “We are not here to draw attention toward us. Get your shit together for once. That’s your fault. I told you that no matter what, a wife must be obedient. If only you taught her how to act like a good wife.”

“We should talk to Samcro too,” your father says. “Before we left town Jax Teller was a friend of my daughter. He would always be around her. Money will help, I think. They are nothing but criminals on bikes.”

“Money,” Paul nods. He doesn’t understand that some people give a shit about money. Jax would never rat you out for money. “Buy me some information then…”

“Y/N, Y/L/N you say,” Gemma looks at the picture Paul slammed onto her desk. “A girl like her wouldn’t stay in this sleepy town. She looks like one of those uptown girls with money and more shoes than anyone would ever need.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Paul grunts. “I wanted to know if you saw her here or not.” He places two hundred bucks onto the picture, sneering, as Gemma looks at the money. “Do you remember her now?”

“Sorry, I didn’t see the girl,” she’s a damn good liar. Gemma shoves the money away. “Do you have a number? If you are so worried about your wife, I will keep an eye open and call you if I see her in town.”

“I’ll be back,” snatching the money and the picture of you from the desk Paul mutters under his breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll find her. She’s my property…”

“Have a good day,” the words feel wrong on her tongue, but Gemma can’t speak her mind today. Usually, she would’ve told Paul to fuck off or used her gun to prove a point. “I hope you find her.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he slams the door shut behind him, making Gemma flinch. “Fucking whore will get the beating of her life. I swear she’ll never run again after I’m done with her.”

“What now? That bastard was in town, asking about my girl,” Jax paces back and forth. He just can’t sit still or calm since Gemma told him about her encounter with your husband. “Clay, we need a plan.”

“I looked into Zobelle’s business,” Clay throws a manila folder onto the meeting table at the clubhouse. “I made a few calls and found some dirt. Looks like his former partner would like to have a slice of Zobelle.”

“What does that mean for us, Clay,” Gemma needs to place one hand on her son’s back to calm him. “Can we kill him or not?”

“We will take Paul down. Even if some people would rather stay at home and nurse a beer,” Chibs jumps in, shrugging as Tig gives him a dirty look. “Her father and Ethan Zobelle are a different story.”

“No one but his father will protect Paul,” Clay speaks up, nodding at Jax. “We only need to find an agreement with her father.”

“No—” Jax growls, slamming his fist onto the meeting table. “That bastard is the root of all evil. He forced Y/N to marry that monster and didn’t help her. He knew Paul hurt Y/N and did nothing. I won’t let him get away with this!”

“There is my kitty-kitty,” Paul smirks as he watches you walk back toward Jax’s house. You spent the day with Donna, and now you say your goodbyes to wait for Jax to come home.

Today was the first day you felt a little more like yourself and less like the woman Paul turned you into. You went on a shopping spree to buy new jeans, boots, and shirts.

“Bye Y/N,” Donna waves at you. She waits for you to enter the house to make sure you get home safely. “I bet Jax will love your food.”

“Thank you…for everything,” you give Donna a shy smile before you unlock the door to walk inside the house. Tonight you want to prepare dinner for you and Jax. He kept you safe and made you feel like yourself again. The least you can do is to cook for him.

“Anytime,” smiling you close the door as Donna walks toward her car. She looks over her shoulder, huffing as something feels off. “Odd. I could swear there was a man on the other side not seconds ago.”

Donna frowns deeply. She’s usually not the kind of woman to get frightened that easily. It’s just a feeling, but when she gets in the car to drive home, she dials Jax’s number, nonetheless.

“Jax, I know this might sound stupid, but you should drive home earlier. I got,” she shakes her head, sighing. “I don’t know how to explain the feeling I got. Just drive home…Even if it’s only to calm my nerves…”

>> Part 5

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[snarkwrites]

FFT : rough rider; juice ortiz

Notes:

A continuation in the universe I have mapped out for Juice and Hazel. Idk where this fits exactly or how much time is lapsed, but.. It’s fluffy and cute and I enjoyed writing it, tbh.

Summary:

The only place she feels safe is with him, so when things get scary, Hazel Teller turns up at Juice’s door. Fluff and banter ensues.

Warnings:

violence tw, fluff.

Pairing:

Juice Ortiz x OFC, Hazel 

“You’re a pretty little thing, chica.” she found herself flanked on either side by two low level Mayans. She didn’t like the gleam in their eyes at all. Not even slightly. Gulping, Hazel went to open her mouth and she’d been intent on saying that she had nothing to do with anything going on between the two MC’s but.. Something told her that neither man would hear it.

His finger ghosted her lips and his other hand clenched her messy bun. “So damn pretty. Like a fuckin angel.”

“Get the fuck away from me.” Hazel managed to find her voice again and she found it loudly. The words were spoken loudly and angry enough that whether she realized it or not, they drew the attention of Tig Trager and Juice Ortiz. Juice tensed all over and Tig nudged him. “I got the wise ass with the knife. You get the wise-ass grabbin your girl right now, Ortiz.”

“She’s not my..”

“Look.. we can argue cemantics and proper titles later, man. Right now, let’s just get this handled. Ya know how Jax is about his baby sister. I personally don’t wanna be on his shit list.” Tig spoke calmly, stepping out of the shadows. “Hey! Either of you little bitches wanna piece?”

“Nah man, we were just tellin baby girl here how much better she’s gon look with a Mayan’s cutte.”

“I’d rather fucking die.” Hazel was putting up a fight, smashing the back of her head into the nose of the man who was currently struggling to keep a grip on her. Once she got herself away, despite Tig and Juice both telling her to run, she refused, grabbing a crowbar she found lying nearby instead. Another Mayan was making their way over to the brawl and he was just about to go for Juice who was pretty much beating the living hell out of the Mayan who’d been trying to grab her up moments before.

She swung the crowbar and it connected with the guy’s lower back. The guy sank to his knees and she cleared her throat just as the sound of sirens filled the night. It only took them ten minutes to actually bother sending someone to make sure I was actually in need of assistance, Hazel found herself thinking in annoyance. “Cops are comin. The last thing either of you need is that fuckin Fed bitch. C’mon. We’ll go in back of the salon and I’ll patch you up.” Hazel nodded to Tig and Juice just as the two realized that between them, they’d taken out the three Mayans they’d been fighting with.

“Actually, I’m just gonna get down to the MC.” Tig nodded his head in the general direction of Teller Morrow and the MC attached to it before smirking at Juice and hurrying away.

It left a still livid Juice standing there, swearing and pacing and almost swinging at a wall. Hazel reached out, grabbing his wrist. “Hey, whoa. You’ve got more than enough going on with that face of yours right now, Ortiz. Let’s try not to break that hand too?”

The sirens were getting closer. Hazel didn’t think, she just grabbed his hand and started to half run and half drag Juice into the back entrance of the salon she worked at. Once they were inside, she peeled off her favorite denim jacket and draped it over the back of a stylist chair and nodded to it. “Sit down.”

Juice eyed her warily.

Rather than meet his gaze, Hazel rushed around, gathering what she could to patch him up. Juice stood, making his way over, stepping out in front of her just as she’d grabbed for some bandages in a cabinet and turned around. He stared her down, that stupid fucking smirk on his face. “Somebody’s bein nice tonight.”

“I mean.. you did stop me from god knows what happening to me..” Hazel couldn’t even meet his eyes as she said it because there was… so much more to it than simply her trying to repay him for saving her ass. But she was not about to give him that level of power either.

“I did, but that’s what anybody woulda done.” Juice shrugged it off, stepping a little closer. He found himself wondering if she’d heard anything he’d told that Mayan as he gave him a beating. She wasn’t acting like she had, but she was acting.. Fidgety.

“I know but..” Hazel dropped her gaze only to have Juice tuck his fingers beneath her chin, making her look right back up. “You okay? He didn’t do anything to ya, right?” he stared her down intently, expecting an answer. Hazel shook her head and shivered a little, muttering darkly, “You mean aside from scaring the absolute shit out of me? No. I’m okay.”

“Thank god.” it slipped out before Juice even realized it and Hazel eyed him with a brow raised. “I thought I told you to sit down, hm?”

“I’m gonna sit woman, I just.. Needed to make sure you were okay.” Juice answered quietly, gazing down at her as he bit his lip. Just thinking about that Mayan having his hands all over her had him all sorts of stirred up again.

“I’m fine. Now sit down so I can patch you up, Juice.”

It was probably one of the few times he’d called her that that actually had his heart racing a little. Normally she called him Juan. Or she’d say Juice but she’d be wrinkling her nose as she said it or already angry with him because he took things too far. This time though.. that soft little purr… It got to him.

She’d done it a little bit more now and then as of late. He didn’t know what to make of it. He also didn’t know what to make of this ‘new and improved’ Hazel either. But he did want to get closer to her…

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Snippet 1 - The lab

This can be read at any time, including when I've gotten past the slow burn and Jax and the OC are together but fits best between parts 9 and 10. This isn't one story, it's lots of little ones that don't justify their own chapter.

Part 9

Contains: Forensic anthropology, dead bodies, exposition, Tig being Tig, only the OC and her brother are my own, I've stolen Captain Holt from Brooklyn nine-nine this time, Clay is a dick.

1.2K words

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From the grand tour to quiet lunches, who doesn't love a museum department that deals with corpses.

"Welcome everyone. Since Little Brother brought you here after closing, you have me all to yourselves and I've cleared it with Professor Holt so you guys get to see the back rooms."

You were in your scrubs, they were the standard blue, but there were patches of bright, happily patterned fabric every now and then; today's theme is ladybugs.

"I like your shirt!" Juice stood closest to the door, moving from foot to foot in childlike joy.

"Thank you Juicy, I love ladybugs. They are cute but voracious predators. I use them as natural pest control." Clay was looking unimpressed with his arm crossed.

"Isn't it a little unprofessional?" You shook your head.

"My job is very sad at times, my bosses don't care what I do as long as I do my job and my childish uniform make all the death a little easier. Is that understandable?" Clay gave a dismissive nod.

"This way gentlemen."

You took them through the lab first, showed them all the different rooms and equipment and introduced them to your co-workers, next were the archive rooms.

"Here we have the colossal squid Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni, the largest one found is more than 1000 pounds." You pulled back the tank cover to show them the preserved specimen.

"Aren't these the ones that Sperm Whales eat?" You smiled and nodded.

"Yes, some Sperm Whales actually have scars from fights with large squids."

You walked them over to another section.

"This is the baculum or penis bone of a walrus who has the largest in the world." You could see the guys giggling.

"Penis bone?" You huffed.

"Yes Tig, a penis bone. Now into the weapons archive."

You walked them through a set of doors into another room.

"This is a 1882 mousetrap, the gun would be loaded each day in preparation for the mouse but it wasn't very popular." Happy looked a little sad.

"Don't worry Hap, it didn't sell well, it also rarely worked." You guided them down a flight of stairs.

"This is my favourite room, the Egyptian archive. We even have a bed that's a direct recreation of Queen Cleopatra's bed." You paused, "Yes I have napped in it, it's very comfortable."

The final stop was bone storage.

"This is where the remains of unidentified people stay until we're ready to help them, I'm not going to take you in because it's basically the embodiment of limbo which is not fun. But as you can see by the size of the room, I'm far too busy to worry about anything outside of these people waiting to have their stories told." They all seemed to understand what you were saying.

****

"Oh hello Jackson, what brings you hear today?" He put down a bag from your favourite coffee shop.

"Sam said you were having a rough few days so I thought I bring you some lunch." You looked in the bag, it contained your favourite cake, and a large ice coffee.

"Thank you Jax, you're very thoughtful. Do you have the time to keep me company?" he nodded and sat down and you split the cake in half to share it with him.

"How's Wendy doing." He took a sip from his own coffee and reached into the pocket of his Kutte.

"Good, she gave me this yesterday." He handed over a sonogram photo.

"Look at his little nose, he's gorgeous Jax." Jax smiled big and wide, it made his eyes wrinkle at the corner.

'Yeah, he is."

****

"Hi Juicy, is everything ok?" He nodded and came into your office.

"I was wondering if you could show me your database program, you mentioned it was opened sourced and I wanted to know a bit more about it." You got up to take him to your computer expert Angela.

"Angela would be better equipt to tell you, I'll introduce you to her a little more than I did the first time and you guys can talk, I'm sure you'll get along great."

****

You were happy you convinced the museum to hire Anvil for security, it made life a lot easier to turn people away if you didn't want to see them.

"Deputy Chief Hale is here to see you y/n, should we let him in?" You picked up the phone with one hand and continued to type with the other.

"No thank you Travis, if it's got to do with a case he's more than welcome to call me." you hung up and went back to your work, you hoped that Hale wouldn't become a problem.

****

"Clay, how can I help you today?" He walked in and sat down without asking.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you know anyone here who can source rare orchids?" At least he was here for a good reason.

"For Gemma?" He nodded.

"Dr Todd would be the best, she's an expert in rare flowering plants. I'll page her to come over."

Dr Tood arrived about 20 minutes later and you left her and Clay to talk.

"I have an exam to do so I'll leave you guys to it."

****

Jax's lunchtime visits have become a weekly occurrence, he would come in with a coffee and your favourite cake and sit with you in your office until you had to return to work. You would talk about anything and everything, but the talk drifted to Abel and the club most of the time.

"Wendy's stopped returning my calls, I'm really worried about her but she seemed fine when I went to check on her." He sounded worried.

"Give it time, she'd be feeling him move around now and it might be getting a bit much. If you like I can go and see how's she doing?" You could see Jax visibly relax.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Your friend Harry is out of Chino, isn't he?" Jax nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't know if he wants anything to do with the Club, he's working at the mill right now." You shook your head.

"Hard on the body and shit pay, Oswald should be ashamed of himself." Jax huffed.

"Clay loves the man, thinks he's going to keep Charming a small town." you rolled your eyes.

"We know that's not true, the moment his land is worth more to him developed he'll sell it off." Jax shrugged.

"I know, but Clay likes to be in business with people we know." He sounded fed up.

"Well he's better than Jacob Hale so that's a plus." Jax chuckled at you in agreeance.

****

Jax was back again for another lunch, this time you brought food for him. Your lunches had gone from once a week to whenever you both had the time, which meant you were spending a lot more time together.

"Have you heard from Wendy?" He shook his head.

"She hasn't been returning my calls either, I don't know whether I should pop by your house to see if she'll talk to me. I've been meaning to ask you for a few days." He was more slumped than usual.

"Nah, I doubt she'd even come out. She's probably just feeling overwhelmed. You leaned in a little closer.

"Well if you change your mind, I'm here."

"Thanks y/n."

Part 10

[ao3feed-sonsofanarchy]

Do I Wanna Know?

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sr3ZNH

by jdntwritesthings

You lost your virginity to Jax Teller eight years ago, only to have him break your heart. After finding out that your father is ill, you finally return back to Charming to revisit familiar faces and memories from your past.

Words: 843, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sons of Anarchy, Jax Teller - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, Gemma Teller Morrow, Clay Morrow, Chibs Telford, Tig Trager, Happy Lowman, Prospect(s) (Sons of Anarchy)

Relationships: Jax Teller/Original Character(s), Jax Teller & Original Female Character(s), Jax Teller/Original Female Character(s), Jax x Reader, Jax x OFC, Jax x You

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Angst and Porn, Sex, Romantic Fluff, Eventual Romance

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sr3ZNH

[n3rdybird]

Like Fathers, Like Son

Like Fathers, Like Son

Sons of Anarchy

Reader x Chibs/Tig x Venus Family fluff.

Growing up SAMCRO, you knew the club was family, albeit sometimes dysfunctional family.

Even when a fling with Alexander “Tig” Trager ended up with you knocked up, your dysfunctional family stepped up in every way they could.

Tig was a great father. No one would have pegged him to be excited to be a dad again, and at first he didn’t know what he felt. But the day he found out he was going to have a son was one of the happiest days of his life. That moment was trumped only when Leonard Trager-(Y/L/N) came wailing into the world. He had the same wild dark hair as his dad, and your eyes.

Co-parenting with Tig had its ups and downs, but you made it work. Although you were now parents, you both decided staying friends and focusing on your son was the best plan of action. Besides, a copious amount of alcohol and one night stand doesn’t make a functioning relationship.

Gemma was an amazing help especially since your own mother had died when you were younger. Leo also had a multitude of uncles to help out and spoil the newest “member” of SAMCRO. Each one of the men kept a close eye on you and Leo.

Especially a certain sexy Scotsmen. Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford. He was always quick to help when Tig wasn’t available, running errands and generally just being there for you and your son. It was only a matter of time before the late night conversations led to feelings of the romantic kind.

When the two of you grew closer, Tig watched with a smile on his face. It was clear that Chibs was falling for you and vice versa. He was quick to give his blessing to his baby mama and long term friend.

*********

You were having coffee with Venus when your cellphone rang.

You answered with a smile, in the middle of laughing about something Venus was telling you.

Within seconds, your smile disappeared as you listened to the voice on the other end of the conversation. Venus picked up on your mood change, her face mirroring yours in concern.

You hung up the phone and rubbed the bridge of your nose with a sigh.

“What’s wrong hun?” Venus asked.

“That was the school. Leo was in an “altercation”,” you said mimicking the principal’s words.

Venus gasped, her hand covering her mouth.

“No way, not our Leo,” she said in disbelief.

You shook your head, also having a hard time believing it. Regardless of who he grew up with, Leo had never been in a fight before.

“Either way, I have to go to the school. Can you call Tig and Filip while I drive?”

Venus smiled and nodded.

“Of course hun, whatever you need.”

She gave you a hug, and the two of you tossed your coffee cups on the way to your car.

**********

Two voice mails later, the two of you entered Leo’s elementary school main office.

Leo was sitting on a bench alone, kicking his legs. He looked up to see you and his Auntie Venus. You gave your son a smile to show you weren’t angry, and Venus flitted to her nephew, fussing over him. She brushed his hair away from his face, checking for bruises or cuts.

Unlike the bruised and bloodied boy sitting across the hall, Leo was relatively unscathed. The only signs of him being in a fight was his red eyes and slightly red knuckles.

Venus sat next to Leo and you knelt in front of him, kissing his forehead.

“Hey baby, what happened?” you asked softly.

“What happened is your unruly monster attacked my poor Donnie,” a woman snarled as she stalked up to her son. She pulled out a handful of tissues, dabbing at her son’s broken nose.

“Monster-” you started, your rage starting to boil, but Venus put her hand on your arm to keep from snapping at the Stepford PTA mom. Brenda Decker was the same uptight hag from high school.

The door next to them opened, and Principal Carter waved the parents into his office. He looked to you and tilted his head in confusion.

“Will Mr. Trager be joining us?”

“I’ve called both Filip and Alex, but they are working. This is Venus Van Dam. She’s one of Leo’s emergency contacts.”

He nodded and sat down at his desk, gesturing for the rest of the group to follow suit. When they settled, Principal Carter steepled his fingers.

“Leonard and Donnie were involved in an altercation this afternoon. Both have refused to say what caused the fight.”

“There is no way my sweet Donnie would ever start a fight,” Brenda interrupted. She sniffed haughtily at you and your son, her nose high in the air.

“Clearly he was just defending himself,” she said.

You held back a snort. Donnie looked terrible compared to Leo.

“He did a shit job defending then,” you muttered. Venus heard you and had to hold back a laugh.

Principal Carter cleared his throat.

“I’d like to ask again what happened. Leonard?”

You ran your fingers through your son’s hair.

“What happened baby? I promise I won’t be mad.”

Leo glared at the other boy.

“Donnie said my family was bad. That daddy and pop are bad guys. And that Auntie Venus was a…” He paused.

“He called Auntie Venus a bad word. And I said he was wrong. And he pushed me. And I hit him.”

You sighed. Charming would always be small town with small minds.

“While I’m glad you stood up for your family baby; we don’t hit,” you said proudly but firmly.

Brenda tsked.

“Well there you have it. What are you going to do about this? He needs to be punished.”

“We have a no tolerance rule for fighting, and normally Leonard would be expelled. However, since it is his first offense, he will be suspended for a week.”

Brenda looked outraged and all you wanted to do was smack her. Which would not solve anything.

“Suspended? And have my Donnie back with his attacker?”

Principal Carter leveled his gaze at Mrs. Decker.

“This is not the first time I’ve heard that Donnie was bullying another student. We also have zero tolerance for bullying. So Donnie will be suspended for two days.”

Brenda tried to argue, but the unflappable principal held up his hand.

“My decision is final.”

**********

You and Venus walked out of the building, Leo swinging between your hands.

Brenda rushed past you, bumping your shoulder as she drug her kid behind her.

“You better keep an eye on your son. Pretty soon he’ll be in jail just like his father,” she sneered.

You stilled.

“I’d keep walking if I were you,” you said evenly. This woman was working your last nerve.

“Or what? You and that tranny-”

You snapped, letting go of your son and closed the distance to Brenda. Her nose exploded in a gush of blood.

“You shut your damn mouth. Venus is a classier lady than you’ll ever be. So you can take your busted fake nose and your close minded cunt rag of a son, and get the fuck out of here,” you growled out.

Brenda paled and all but shoved Donnie into their minivan.

You shook out your fist and turned to Venus who had covered Leo’s ears when you started your rant. You kneeled in front of your son, feeling like you failed him.

“That was wrong of me. To hit Donnie’s mom.”

“To hell with that, that was the sexiest thing I’ve seen,” Tig called out. He and Chibs were sitting on their bikes a few spaces away.

They duo sauntered over to you. Chibs slapped you on the ass.

“Nicely done lass,” he whispered against your neck, giving you a kiss.

You blushed.

“Brenda Decker is such a bitch,” you mumbled.

“I’m such a bad influence on you, I love it,” Tig said wrapping his arm around Venus, who popped him in the stomach.

“While I admit that woman was a nightmare, you didn’t have to do that honey. She wasn’t the first or the last to talk about me,” Venus said.

“No way was I gonna let her talk shit about our family.”

Venus smiled, tearing up a bit at your declaration. Tig took this moment to kneel next to his son.

“So it looked like you won bud,” he said proudly. He held up his fist and Leo bumped it proudly.

“That’s our boy,” Chibs said laughing. You and Venus shared an exasperated look.

That was your men, rough and sometimes crude. And you loved them all the same.

[mjcumberbatch]

Pretty pleaseeee

Hey doll, @come-join-themurder I don't know if you are doing requests right now, but you see my birthday is coming on May 26th, and I wanted to ask you for a Tig Trager x reader fic. Like smutty and with some fluff and also with the small detail that Chibs is reader's younger cousin. It would be awesome. P.S I love your fics and you rock!

[drakoneve]

How do you think tig would be with a cat person since he's the resident dog lover?

ooo okay okay!!

so the first time Tiggy comes over to your place you'd already pre-warned him that your two fluffy felines, Margie and Skit, would be curious about him. He didn't think anything of it at first because cats are cats.

In all his years Tig had never connected with a single cat the way he had his precious dogs. Cats were too independent for Tig, who needed the emotional connection of a more dependant loyal little friend. But he knew, from the way you spoke of them, the way your face light up as you turned the key and pushed your front door open to be greeted by Margie and Skit, that these cats were something special.

That evening as you made dinner in the kitchen, Tig was determined to befriend your kitties. He first started with the treats you handed him, which warmed Margie and Skit up to the biker.

As you chopped vegetables to fry, you stole glances into the living room. Tig had shed his precious kutte and his boots to sit on the floor. He had one of your feather on a stick toys in one hand playing with Skit, the other hand petting Margie who laid next to his thigh.

Tig looked up just then to catch your eyes. His face broke out into that big goofy smile you loved. "I think they like me, baby," he says triumphantly."

You smile at him, heart swelling with the love you had for this man. "I had faith in you, Tigger."

"Really, I should have known," he shrugs. "Pussies usually like me."

You can't help but laugh and shake your head before turning back to dinner. "Oh my god. How did I not see that coming?"

[1-800-imagines]

Masterlist

Finally Finished! Here’s the full Masterlist in all its glory!

Suicide Squad

The Joker

1

2

3

4

5

Doctor / Part 2

Harley’s Sister

Boss Man

Joker’s Daughter

Stolen NSFW

Concert (Preference)

Bad Day NSFW

Being a Daddy (Preference)

Jealous

Phone Calls NSFW

Boss Man

Materials

Scars

Digger Harkness ‘Captain Boomerang’

Fluff

1

Chato Santana ‘El Diablo’

1

2

True Blood

Eric Northman

1

2

3

4

5

6

Hurt

Fluff

Jealous

Alcide Hervaux

1

Jealous

Fluff

Jason Stackhouse

1

2

Family (Preference)

Fluff

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Addictive (Semi NSFW)

Jealous NSFW

Downwards Dog NSFW

1

2

3

4

5

Ice Cream

Fluff

Family Fluff

Boxing NSFW

Drabble

Chibs Telford

Little Sister

Jealous

Baby

1

Juice Ortiz

1

I love you (preference)

Being his wife (preference)

Chibs’ Niece

Happy Lowman

1

Competing 

Fluff

Opie Winston

1

Herman Kozik

Baby Girl

Competing

Tig Trager

Flangst

Shameless

Carl Gallagher

1

2

3

4

5

6

Lip Gallagher

1

2

3

4

5

6  (Halloween)

7 (Dad!Lip)

8

9

10 NSFW

Ian Gallagher

1

13 Reasons Why

Justin Foley

1

Dating him (Preference)

Montgomery de la Cruz

Dating him (Preference)

Supernatural

John & Dean Winchester

Choices

Dean Winchester

Serial Killer

Proverbial Dog House

Meeting Daddy / Part 2

1

2 (Dad!Dean)

3

Fluff

John Winchester

Angst

These Days

Sam Winchester

1

Random

Turkey Day

Being Bobby’s Daughter (Preference)

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow

Homecoming

1

2

Leaving

Flangst

Twin

Jaime Lannister

Flangst

1

2

xStark!Reader

Tommen Baratheon

Hurt

Fluff

1

Being Married (Preference)

Unique / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Tyrion Lannister

Book Room

Stealing Books

1

Robb Stark

Dating Him (Preference)

Birth

Flangst

Grenn

1

Lost

Theon Greyjoy

1

2

Trapped

Sansa Stark

1 NSFW

Sandor Clegane

Mine NSFW

Fluff

1

Oberyn Martell

1

Angst

Bran Stark

Fallen

Come Back to Me

Lots of people

Making you cry

Original Character

Lyanna Baratheon

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Daryl’s Baby

Dating Him (Preference)

Jealous

1

Saving Grace

Shane Walsh

Dating Him (Preference)

Carol Peletier

Her Long Lost Daughter

Carl Grimes

Dating Him (Preference)

Negan

Marvel

Tony Stark

First Christmas (Preference)

1

OC Hadley Stark

Family Fluff

Loki Laufeyson

1

Thor Odinson

Fluff

Clint Barton

1

Peter Quill

Fluff

Headcanon

How they fight for your attention

Riverdale

Archie Andrews

1

Jughead Jones

1

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

1

2

Klaus Mikealson

1

2

Grey’s Anatomy

Alex Karev

Anxiety Attack

Oh Baby

Daughter 2

Shooter

1 / Part 2 NSFW

Derek Shepherd

Car Crash 

Teen Wolf

Isaac Lahey

1

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

1

Headcanons

Cuddling

Reign

Francis

1

Twilight

Carlisle & Esme

Being Their Daughter (Preference)

Paul Lahote

1

Star Wars

Kylo Ren

1

Dirty Dancing

Johnny Castle

Be My Baby

Here ya go lovelies! Enjoy.