Summary: You and your son move from sleepy little town in deep South Tennessee to what you think is a sleepy little town in California. You find out quick that Charming is anything but a sleepy little town when SAMCRO fixates on you and your son.
Pairings! Fucking Everyone. This is incredibly self indulgent like all of my things. Our young mom gets cracked by everyone
Tags! All of them. 18+. Minors gtfo. Smut and violence. Canon typical things but we're keeping it fun. Maybe. We'll see.
Part 1
Ever since your…accident, your knee has been a constant problem. Breaking it how you had left you with a permanent limp, and you just... didn't like taking pills. More trauma that you didn't need to focus on. So that left you with a few options to relieve pain, and you had turned to a more holistic option.
So while Arthur is busy with his trade school classes, you look up the closest dispensary and start heading that way.
Inside the shop, you stall when you catch sight of that leather kutte you would recognize anywhere after running into the other biker a couple of days ago. This one was younger, with a shaved head and tribal tattoos on his skull. He stands behind the counter, talking animatedly with the cashier until he looks up and spots you.
"Hey! Didn't see you there," he greets, and lopes up to the counter. "You can call me Juice. How can we help you?"
You smile back at the young man, pleased by his helpfulness and how open he seemed, and do your best to ignore his leather, "Uh, hopefully? Ah was in an accident a couple of years ago, so I suffer from chronic pain…"
You trail off uncertainly, but Juice starts nodding like you are making perfect sense and drops behind the counter to pull out a small tincture vial that he hands you. You examine the dark bottle, reading the ingredients, all the effects, and the instructions.
"A little drop of that under your tongue each morning helps a lot. My brothers wipe out all the time on their bikes, and I'll drip a little bit of that into their morning coffee."
Juice giggles, his voice dropping like he was sharing a secret, and you can't help but blush a little at the sweet sound, "No one's questioned why they don't ache as much yet."
"I don't think it's safe etiquette to drug your club brothers," You hedge carefully, though you keep your tone light because you are almost 100% sure that the men in this MC have done way worse than THC.
You watch his face fall and quickly scramble to rectify your words, motherly instinct surging to the forefront of your mind. Your accent goes heavy with your rising emotions, "Not-not that Ah don't think they'd appreciate that, sweetie! Just consent is a big thing, even if yer doin' somethin' kind."
The kid stares at you, his cheeks steadily warming, and Juice can't help but think that you're one of the nicest, prettiest women he's ever had the pleasure of meeting. Girls usually saw him and wanted to use him to get closer to the higher members of the club, or, well, just to fuck. But you weren't even looking at his kutte, and that accent was thick.
And you'd called him Sweetie.
"I-yeah," Juice deflates and nods along, a bit embarrassed, but not too focused on that when you were looking at him like he was more. Like you were actually paying attention to him. He rubs the back of his neck, "You're right. I'll tell 'em about it next time."
You smile at him, proud that he had come to the right decision in such a short amount of time, and having zero idea that it was all because of you. A woman he'd known for a total of around five minutes.
You were dangerous, and you had no clue.
"Ah think that's a good idea, Juice," You tell him and offer a kind smile, and then raise the little vial in your hand, "An' I'll take this, too. Ought ta do me good tomorrow mornin'. How many drops do you put in their coffee?"
Juice grins, glad that he had given you an idea, and nods at the tincture, "Just two if I know it was a bad wreck. One other than that. That shit is strong, Momma."
He blushes deeply the moment that term escapes his mouth, and he scrambles to apologize, lips flapping uselessly until he hears the sound of your laugh that stops him dead. Juice looks at you and feels himself start to relax again at that calm little twist of your lips.
"I mean- Ah am a mother," you tell him, and Juice feels his interest tick up just a little. Were you after his heart? A pretty young mom, couldn't be any older than thirty, with a kind county voice and soft eyes? And she was talking to him?
Juice didn't want that to stop, and you didn't seem to mind his little slip-up.
But all good things came to an end.
"How much?"
The question knocks some sense into Juice, and he shoves off the counter, flashing you a smile and reluctantly stepping away so he can ring you up. He wants to tell you it's on the house, but the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable in any way. So instead, he tells you the total, takes your card, watches you pocket the tincture, then steps back to look around the shop a little longer.
Juice wants to see you again. He wants to hear you talk about nothing, and he wants to listen to you tell him what to do and how it's good to… be good. You have the kind of presence that makes the loud in his head start to relax because something in there recognizes you as someone important.
Even if he didn't really understand why right now.
You step back to the counter before you go to leave, flashing Juice a quick smile that makes his toes curl in his boots and his face feel warm. Before he can stop himself, Juice is already flapping his big mouth.
"We're having a cookout this weekend- you and your kid should stop by the lot. Guys wouldn't mind. I- I mean, as long as you aren't busy with work or uh, something else…"
He trails off when he spots the look on your face and shifts nervously, "…Did I say something wrong?"
You lick your lips and debate with yourself. You hadn't wanted to mention running into the other biker, but this would be the second time in a week that you and your son had been invited to their lot.
Now that makes Juice stall, because Kozik definitely had not mentioned meeting a sweet young mother with a southern accent who made a man's bones feel like jelly, and his stomach ignite like a bike's engine. Juice would have remembered that.
"Ya know," you begin, looking at Juice, tilting your head to the side, unconsciously covering the nasty mark on your face, "The big blonde, Kozik, invited us over the other day when he met my son at the gas station."
"Really?" Juice asks instead and smiles at you, because maybe the chance of you showing up went higher since you've already been asked once, "Did he tell you about the cookout?"
You laugh a little and shake your head, not put off a bit by his enthusiasm and good cheer. You couldn't help but wonder if all the Sons were like the two you'd met so far. Weirdly optimistic and a bit unhinged. You'd bet your bottom dollar that they were in some form or fashion.
"Nah," you tell him, shifting your weight, wincing as your knee begins to ache. You would need to leave soon and rest it for a while. "Just asked about drinks and offered to show Arthur the bikes."
Juice sees the pain that flashes across your face, but doesn't say anything about it. You standing here so casually in front of him, speaking so comfortably about your run-in with a dangerous biker, told Juice enough about your strength. Mentioning anything or offering anything without you saying something first would be a disservice. So instead he just nods along and rests his weight on the counter, giving you the best puppy eyes he can pull off.
"Well," Juice draws out the word and tilts his head, and feels victorious when he sees the soft flush that paints across your nose before you clear your throat and look away. He smirks and raps his knuckles against the glass countertop, "The offer still stands, Momma. We promise we know how to behave."
"Ah, highly doubt that," you immediately shoot back, huffing at yourself for feeling your face grow hot. You were a mother and a woman grown. These men should not be affecting you like this. You knew better, damn it.
"Come by then," Juice urges, his voice dropping an octave, dark eyes growing impossibly darker, "Let us prove you wrong."
You swallow hard and meet those dark eyes, the two of you staring each other down before the sound of a generic ringtone interrupts the moment. You relax when Juice breaks eye contact and digs into his pocket for a flip phone that he presses to his ear. You take that as your chance to step back a few steps, giving him privacy and yourself a moment to breathe.
"Yeah-Yeah, Jax," Juice assures the other man when his President asks if he'd be there in time for chapel, "Just caught a little caught up at the shop, but I'm on the way, man."
And then you were left standing there with a blush on your face and a tight feeling in your tummy because damn it.
He ends the call after Jax tells him to be safe and shoves the burner into the inner pocket of his kutte. Juice rolls his shoulders and rounds the counter, fishing out his keys for his bike and coming to a stop beside you. He smiles and nods at the door, walking you outside and resting by his bike.
"The cookout starts at four on Saturday if you want to come by," Juice tells you, and you nod along, ignoring the way your knee pops when you shift your weight.
"I'll keep that in mind, Juice," you tell him, and take a step back as he grins and tosses a leg over his bike. You can't deny you like the sound of the loud Harley when he starts the engine, or the way your heart picks up a beat when the young man grins at you under his shades after he buckles his helmet in place.
Juice revs his bike and meets your eyes, "See ya around, Momma."
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Chibs
Chibs looked across at his girlfriend as she laughed loudly at something one of club hangarounds had said. It was easy to see that she was thoroughly drunk, as she stumbled about and slurred her words. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and affection, shaking his head at how adorable she was when she got wasted.
As the night progressed, Chibs kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid or get into any trouble. He even stepped in when some drunk guy tried to flirt with her.
By the time the club party came to an end, his girlfriend was stumbling around bumping into things. Chibs chuckled and steadied her, slinging her arm around his shoulders to support her.
"Come on, lass, you're wasted," he said, leading her towards the exit. She giggled and leaned heavily against him, her legs apparently made of jelly.
"I'm not drunk," she protested, slurring her words. "I'm just... a little impaired."
"Uh-huh, sure you are," Chibs said, humoring her. "Just hold on tight, okay?"
He guided her to the parking lot where his bike was parked. He helped her on to the back seat, making sure she was sitting securely. As he straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms drunkenly around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck. "Like... leather and... and... danger."
Chibs chuckled and shook his head, starting up the engine. "And you smell like beer and trouble, lass."
The ride back to her house was slow and careful. Chibs kept a steady pace, mindful of the inebriated passenger clinging to him like a koala. She kept giggling and commenting on how fun it was to be on the motorcycle, her words a slightly slurred mess.
When they finally arrived at her house, Chibs dismounted and helped her off the bike. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, holding her against his chest.
"We're here, love," Chibs said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You made it in one piece."
She looked up at him with glassy eyes, her face flushed from the alcohol and the wind. "I had the best night ever," she declared, grinning goofily.
He chuckled and shook his head again. "I'm glad you had fun, but you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."
He led her up to her porch, his arm around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned on him heavily, her steps uneven.
Once they got to her front door, he pulled her keys from her purse and slowly unlocked the door. He steered her inside, flicking on the lights as they entered the quiet house.
He helped her to the couch and sat her down. She immediately flopped onto the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Chibs looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her on the couch. He rummaged through the fridge, finding a bottle of water. When he returned to the living room, she was already fast asleep, her body sprawled across the cushions.
Chibs couldn't help but smile at the sight of her asleep. He knelt down next to the couch, taking a moment to study her face. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the wild laughter and stumbling from earlier.
He carefully placed the water bottle on the table, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he should probably leave her to sleep off the alcohol, but part of him didn't want to go. He liked being near her like this, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.
After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, love," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
He stood up, giving her one last glance before reluctantly turning away. He switched off the lights as he left, shutting the front door behind him quietly.
Happy
Happy sat on the couch in his dimly lit apartment, holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was currently stumbling around, giggling to herself. She was clearly drunk, and had been for a while.
"Hey there, princess," he called out, setting his glass down on the table. "You need to sit down and rest before you fall down."
His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I'm fiiiine," she slurred, taking an exaggerated step forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I can totally walk."
Happy chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've seen more coordination from a newborn deer," he said, standing up to approach her. "Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself."
His girlfriend pouted but didn't protest as he gently took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. She flopped down onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, looking up at him with a grin that was equal parts cute and ridiculous. "You worry too much," she said, waving a hand dismissively.
Happy sat down next to her, shaking his head again with a slight smile. "Maybe," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But someone's got to keep an eye on you when you get like this."
His girlfriend snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and letting out a content sigh. "You're so comfy," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred. "Like a big ol' teddy bear."
Happy chuckled again, gently running his fingers through her hair. "That's me," he said, his tone both dry and affectionate. "Big Bad Biker Teddy Bear."
His girlfriend giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Mmm, I love your chest," she said, her hand slowly snaking down to rest just above his belt buckle. "It's so... hard and muscley."
Happy raised an eyebrow, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping a note lower. He gently took her hand in his, preventing her from moving it any lower. "You're very handsy when you're drunk."
His girlfriend pouted again, trying to pull her hand free, but Happy held it fast. "I'm always handsy with you," she whined, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"
Happy's grip on her hand tightened just a bit, enjoying the game. "I never said I didn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But you seem a bit too wasted to be playing those kinds of games right now."
His girlfriend huffed, looking for all the world like a petulant child being denied a treat. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, wriggling a bit in his lap.
"look I'll prove it" she said holding a hand up going to touch her nose with her pointer finger but misses completely.
Happy couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt. "Yeah, you're definitely wasted," he said, amused. "If you can't even touch your own nose without missing, I think it's safe to say you're done for the night."
His girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, a childish gesture made even cuter by her inebriated state. "You're no fun," she muttered, resting her head back against his chest. "You never let me have any fun."
Happy chuckled again, resuming his stroking of her hair. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice dropping back to a deeper, huskier tone, "We can have plenty of fun when you're sober. And you'll remember it the next morning."
His girlfriend nuzzled against his chest again, her eyelids drooping as the alcohol began to pull her towards sleep. "Promise?" she mumbled, her hand once again trying to snake back towards his lap.
Happy gently moved her hand away again, though he couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "I promise," he said, his voice soft. "You get some rest, and we'll pick this up in the morning when you're not seeing double."
Jax
Jax glanced over at his girlfriend, who was slumped against his side, her eyes half-lidded and a goofy smile on her lips. She'd had a few too many drinks and was now completely wrecked. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her like this.
"All right, come here," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body sway slightly, her head lolling against his shoulder.
"Yurrrr so strong," she slurred, giggling.Jax rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a small grin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a big, strong man," he teased, gently patting her on the head. "Let's get you to bed, yeah? You're completely hammered."
He carefully helped her to her feet, keeping a tight grip on her as she wobbled. "Come on, babe. You're not walking anywhere like this." He guided her towards his dorm, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.
Once they were in the room, he sat her down on the edge of the bed with a soft thump, then knelt down in front of her to take off her shoes. "You're a real light-weight, you know that?" he teased as he slid them off her feet, setting them aside.
"Am NOT," she tried to protest, but the words didn't quite come out right. She wobbled again, nearly toppling forward before Jax caught her.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there. Don't go falling over now." He gently pushed her down onto the bed, helping her get comfortable amongst the pillows and blankets. He sat down on the bed next to her, watching her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.
She let out a contented sigh as she settled, her eyes fluttering closed. She mumbled something incoherent, and Jax couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, babe."
He sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of her soft, even breaths as she started to drift off. He knew she'd be out for the night, and he'd have to look after her in the morning when she woke up with a killer hangover. But for now, she was safe and sound in his bed, and that was all that mattered.
Opie
Opie returns home late one night after a long day to find his girlfriend already on the couch in the house, a bottle of beer in her hand and a flush to her cheeks. He can already assume she is drunk and he has to bite back a smirk, knowing the kind of trouble you get into when she is inebriated.
As soon as she hears him enter, she jumps to her feet, almost toppling over, but just about saving herself by grabbing the back of the couch. “O-Opie,” she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. “You're home.”
“Yeah, I’m home,” he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. “And you’re a little drunk, aren’t you?”
"No....I have only had to beers" she whined frowning at the 2 bottles on the table.
Opie chuckles when he spots the bottles realizing she found the super stong home brew he got as a gift from Bobby. “Those ain't beer, baby,” he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. “That's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?”
"I'm totally fine," she mumbles, her words slurred as she tries to lean against the couch but misses and almost falls to the ground if it wasn't for Opie's lightening reflexes. He quickly catches her before she hits the floor and pulls her body up against his chest.
"Yeah, you're definitely not fine," he murmurs, holding her close to him. He can't help but feel amused by how adorable she is when she's drunk. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, baby."
She groans and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I feel funny,” she mumbled. “And spinny.”
Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. “That’s because you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. “Just lean against me, okay?”
She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. “You smell good, Opie,” she mumbles, her words still slurred and her breath warm against his chest.
He chuckles softly at her drunken compliment and tightens his arms around her, holding her even closer against him. “And you smell like a distillery,” he teases, his voice filled with affection.
She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. “You’re mean,” she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “You’re not supposed to be mean to me when I’m drunk, you’re supposed to be nice and tell me I’m pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.”
Opie grins, amused by her drunken requests. "You want chicken nuggets?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "At this hour?"
She nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the spot in her excitement. "Yes! I'm starving," she whines, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Opie, I want chicken nuggets. Please please please."
He laughs, unable to resist her adorable drunken plea. "Alright, alright," he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I'll get your chicken nuggets, baby. But you have to promise me one thing."
She nods eagerly, her focus solely on the promise of food. "Anything," she slurs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He grins down at her, amused by her eagerness. "You gotta promise not to throw up on me, okay?" he teases, gently poking her on the nose with his index finger.
Juice
Juice leans against the doorframe, watching his girlfriend stumble around, completely intoxicated. She's laughing and swaying attempting to dance, clearly not in full control of her actions.
"How much did you drink, baby?" he asks, stepping closer.
"Dunno," she slurs, grinning sloppily at him. "A lot."
Juice chuckles, shaking his head.He moves in and scoops her up, pulling her into his arms with ease. She's lightweight to him, and he easily supports her against his chest.
"Let's get you to bed, you're wasted." he says, carrying her towards the bedroom.She giggles uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he carries her. She's making these little hiccup sounds that would be cute if not for the fact that they're coming from a drunk woman.
Juice sets her down on the bed, carefully arranging her head on a pillow. She's still giggling and murmuring incoherent words, clearly oblivious to the world around her.
"You're a mess," he says, rolling his eyes but there's a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulls off her shoes and lays a blanket over her.
She's attempting to say something but it's coming out as garbled nonsense. He leans closer to try and make out her words but they're not making any sense.
"Shhh," he soothes, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Just sleep it off."
He settles down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she fidgets and mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again. She keeps reaching out for him, her hand flailing in the air as if trying to grab hold of something.
He can't help but chuckle at her antics, despite the situation. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, giving it a squeeze to reassure her.
She mumbles something that sounds like his name, her fingers wrapping around his.
"Yeah, it's me," he replies, his voice soft. He continues sitting there, holding her hand and stroking her hair until her breathing becomes steady, signalling she's fallen asleep.
He sits there for a few more minutes, quietly watching her. She looks so peaceful now that she's asleep, a complete contrast to the stumbling mess she was just a while ago.
Slowly, carefully so as not to wake her, he gets up and turns off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar so he can hear her if she needs him.
He goes to the kitchen filling a bottle with water and ice taking it back into the bedroom leaving it by her side going into the bathroom to find some painkillers.
He comes back into the room, carrying a couple of painkillers. He sets them down on the bedside table, making sure they're within reach for when she wakes up.
He looks down at her sleeping form, contemplating waking her up to give her the medicine, but decides against it. She's in deep sleep, and he doesn't want to disturb her. Instead, he pulls up a chair and sits down to keep an eye on her, just in case she wakes up and needs anything.
Herman
Kozik and his girlfriend had spent the evening at a party hosted by the club. As the night went on, his girlfriend had indulged in a few too many drinks, while he had remained relatively sober.
As the party began to wind down, Kozik noticed that his girlfriend had become quite drunk. She was stumbling around, struggling to speak clearly, and seemed on the verge of passing out.
Seeing her in this state, Kozik knew he couldn't leave her on her own. He made his way over to her, gently placing his arm around her to help her stand steady.
"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice soft and caring. "I think it's time to get you home."
His girlfriend protested, insisting that she was fine and wanted to stay at the party longer. But Kozik gently but firmly shook his head.
"No, babe," he said, guiding her towards the door. "You've had a little too much to drink. We need to get you home and into bed."
His girlfriend groaned, but she was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Kozik led her out of the party and helped her into the passenger seat of her car.
As he buckled her seatbelt, he could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Just hang in there," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home."
The drive was quiet, with his girlfriend dozing off in the passenger seat. Kozik kept his eyes focused on the road, his hand occasionally reaching over to pat her leg reassuringly.
When they finally arrived at her house, he helped her out of the car and guided her up the driveway. She stumbled on the way to the front door, but he was there to catch her, holding her steady against him.
Inside, Kozik helped his girlfriend into bed, pulling the blankets up around her and making sure she was comfortable. She mumbled something about wanting to stay awake and chat, but her eyes were already shutting.
Kozik chuckled softly, sitting down beside her on the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and tucked the covers in around her.
"It's time to sleep," he said gently. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll be right here."
His girlfriend nodded sleepily, her eyes closed now. Kozik stayed by her side, watching her breathing even out as she fell asleep. He leaned back against the headboard, content to keep watch over her until morning.
As the night went on, Kozik found his mind drifting. He thought about the party they had just left, his brothers back at the club, and the life they lived. But throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to the woman asleep beside him.
He knew he was lucky to have her. She was feisty, spirited and beautiful. And she was all his.
Tig
Tig was watching his girlfriend's every movement from a safe distance. Not because he was worried, but because watching his girlfriend when slightly hammered was always fun. She always let her inner self shine when she's had a few drinks. She's not as shy and reserved when she's like that.
Right now she was giggling up a storm with some of the guys from the club. Her cheeks were a rosy shade and her eyes were bright. A little smile played on his lips as he took another long sip from his beer.
He chuckled to himself, watching as his girlfriend stumbled on her own two feet. She reached out and grabbed onto the nearest person to steady herself, who just so happened to not be him. His smile disappeared into a slight frown, and he took a few steps closer.
He quickly intervened and wrapped an arm around her, steadying her. He kept a tight grip, not too tight but tight enough to keep her from toppling over. "You okay there, sweetheart?" Tig asked, his voice holding a touch of amusement.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. A huge smile graced her face and she let out a small giggle. "TIGGY!! I'm good, just got a little dizzy." She replied, leaning a little closer to him, clearly tipsy.
Tig chuckled and instinctively tightened his arm around her. "Yeah, I can tell. You should slow down on the drinks, doll." He teased, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and mild concern.
"I'm fine, really. I can handle my boooze." She stated, trying to sound firm, but the slur in her voice gave her away. She stumbled again and Tig quickly caught her again, pulling her closer against him to keep her steady.
Tig rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're doing a real good job handling your booze right now.." he replied sarcastically. He let out a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing her back, soothingly.
She pouted and smacked his chest playfully. "Shut up, I'm not even that drunk." She retorted, her voice still a little slurred. "I had like, three beers and a shot then another one...Oh then Bobby made a toast so i had another few. I can handle that."
Tig raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh thats all, huh?" He teased, his tone laced with amusement. "Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds mighty reasonable for a lightweight like you."
She huffed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I am not a lightweight." She argued, but her unsteadiness and rosy cheeks said otherwise.Tig couldn't help but chuckle at her denial. He continued to hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against him. "Right, sure you're not. That's why you can barely stand up straight on your own."
"I can stand just fine, thank you very much!" She retorted, her drunken confidence taking over. She tried to step away from him to spin in a circle and prove her point, but she stumbles again, wobbling on her feet.
Tig quickly wrapped an arm around her again and pulled her back towards him. He chuckled, now finding her attempts to prove her point even more amusing. "Yeah, you're a regular ballerina on those feet, darlin'."
She went quiet too quiet. And has a weird look on her face
"Ah shit" Tig groans and quickly scooped her up with practiced ease, knowing what was about to happen. "Looks like it's a one-way ticket to the porcelain throne for you, sweetheart." He joked as he started to rush her towards the nearest bathroom.
Once they reached the bathroom, he gently set her down in front of the toilet just in time before she started to retch into it. He knelt down beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach. Tig winced in sympathy as he heard her getting sick.
"There you go, get it all out, doll." He comforted, rubbing her back soothingly. He was thankful that the bathroom was mostly empty, and he knew the guys would keep other people out.
Once she was done, she slumped against him, weak and shaky. Tig pulled her onto his lap, holding her close and letting her rest her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "You're gonna be feeling like hell tomorrow, baby." He said with a playful hint of amusement. He knew she was in for a rough morning, but he was also secretly enjoying having her so dependent on him for awhile.
Random SoA Thought: would they or would they not read your diary?
Jax would read it once and only once and feel badly for it. He was all up in his head with jealousy, past hurts haunting this new love, and his resolve broke. He read it while you were in the shower and Jax immediately felt like an ass because...you love him. The pages of your diary are full of trust and love and worry over him on late nights and long drives and he feels so bad that he read it at all. He'll put the diary back, promise himself that he'll never do that again, and spend the next few days being extra loving and attentive. Anytime that memory pops up again, Jax will be really sweet to you again and again.
(sidenote: Gemma absolutely reads your diary and doesn't feel bad for it at all but she DOES get her feelings hurt over some of the stuff you write about her...but that's her own fault for reading it anyway)
Opie would read it and only feels bad if he got caught and you confront him over it. After all, he's your man and you're his old lady, so there can't be any secrets between you two, right? At least that's what the jealous monster from within whispers to him whenever Opie gets tempted enough to read your diary. He likes reading what you write about him, the good and the bad of it (the good because it's an ego boost and the bad because it allows him to see something from your point of view and correct himself) and what you write about his kids, how much you love them all. So he wouldn't feel bad unless you were mad at him for it really.
Happy would not read it unless something had happened to you. Like, you were attacked and left unconscious (so you can't tell him who did it) or have gone missing and the only thing he hasn't done yet is check your diary for any possible clues. And in that case, he would confess that he'd done it as soon as he could and, although he's not totally sorry (because Hap felt it necessary), he'll still apologize...and maybe tease you a little bit for all of the sweet things you wrote about him, as long as you're not too mad about it.
Tig would eventually have a peek but only because he didn't think it was supposed to be private (literally doesn't realize that people still write in diaries, it seems so old fashioned to him). He'd always seen you scribbling away in your little book but it never occurred to him that it might be something private until he actually did open it up (because he needed to write something down and the diary was the first thing he noticed) and read something and thinks...huh, maybe I shouldn't be messing with this. And he never does it again, not without your permission.
Juice would only read it if he started dealing with a lot of negativity/jealousy and he feels AWFUL. Like, scum of the earth levels of bad, but the guilt it gives him cannot stop him from doing it from time to time. Much like Jax, he'll silently make up for it by being extra sweet but he won't be able to stop himself from reading it whenever jealousy comes a calling.
Chibs does not read it and does not feel tempted to. After all, what does he need to read it for? He knows you so well that he can accurately guess whatever you're writing about (seriously, it's uncanny and you make a game out of it) and the one thing he asks is that you don't write about club business at all. Later on, he'll discover that you outright wrote false alibis for him just in case and, when it actually got him out of trouble, he's pretty pleased.
Kozik is tempted to read it and likely would, something he feels a little bad about. He struggles with insecurity, distrust, and jealousy fairly often and tried to talk himself out of it. But eventually, Kozy will give into temptation and take a peak. He feels badly for doing it but the ego boost of seeing how much you love him is too strong to make him truly regret it.
Ratboy is tempted to read it and likely would not. He honestly would not consider it because, well, he knows you and trusts you pretty deeply at this point. So why would he worry enough to read it? He likes to be the sort of man you can trust and prides himself on never crossing certain lines.
Playing The Odds - Kozik plays the odds when it comes to asking you out
Night Terrors - Kozik learns why you can't sleep.
Hold My Girl - Kozik makes a detour whilst on a run.
Run Away - Kozik brings up running away together.
Bad Days - Kozik gets a call during a run that changes his day.
One Year - Kozik gets a tattoo to celebrate one year.
Family - Kozik learns what family really means to his chapter.
It has been a long time since Kozik has touched you like this, since he’s undressed you, taken you to bed. His large palms roam over your curves, thumbs ghosting over your nipples before his mouth follows suit. You moan as his tongue trails over the peak, your fingers tangling in his hair.
“I missed this.” He murmurs, directing his attention to your other breast. His fingertips trail along the scar, the one from the surgery that saved your life. “Missed touching my beautiful girl like this.”
You can tell he means it. The chemotherapy may have ravaged your body but when Herman Kozik looks at you, it’s with reverence. It makes you feel like you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world.
His teeth graze over your nipple and it sends a rush of ecstasy right through your veins that you haven’t felt since this whole nightmare started. His palm sweeps lower over the curve of your hip, his thumb hooking the waistband of your panties before he draws them down your thighs.
You’re wet for him already; he can feel the dampness on your underwear as he bundles them in his fist and throws them over his shoulder.
He’s teasing with his kisses, each one sending a thrill through your body as he explores lower. It’s different with you now, he gets that. You aren’t as secure as you once were but you’re still the girl he fell in love with, the one he’d give his life for any day of the week.
It’s been an age since he tasted you, since he’s been able to bury his face between your legs the way you like. He drinks in the sight of you, laid out amongst the sheets, skin flushed, so desperate, so needy and all for him.
His breath ghosts over your clit, the warmth of it setting your nerve endings ablaze. His tongue traces over you, circling that sensitive nub. You make the sweetest little sound, your fingers curling in his hair, gripping it as you arch up into him. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue dips lower, licking over your opening before he fucks you, nice and slow. You taste divine, like candied honey in his mouth.
Your breath catches, and he knows that he has you right where he wants you. When you come, he moans into your pretty pussy because he loves giving you pleasure, and it’s been such a long time since you’ve received it. He leaves you wrecked amongst the sheets; kissing his way back up to your mouth. His body blankets yours, the heat rolling over your sensitive flesh as he brushes away the tears on your cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper with a shaky laugh. “It’s just feels so good after so long.”
“I know.” He says quietly as he looks into your eyes. “Trust me baby, I know.”
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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.”
Summary: If Kozik can rely on one constant in his life, it’s Happy’s sister.
Warnings: swearing…. That’s all folks!
Note: 1.7k - Remember when I fell down my Kozik rabbit hole? I’m still there😌 wowowowowowow I have been in a FUNK lately. Work is crazy, been writing so many reports that I’ve had no motivation to write anything else riiipppp. So this isn’t great, but I finished it!!!! Had to get it outta my head and try get back into the writing groove! Peace.
A massive moving truck backing into your mother’s driveway wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when she had mentioned your brother and his brothers would be stopping by.
You stilled your movements of mixing the muffin batter and watched as a guy in a kutte jumped out of the cab and started directing the driver back further.
It wasn’t often both you and Happy, and a few plus ones, were able to visit your mom at the same time so when you could, she went all out with the food. And you, living a whole lot closer to her than your brother in Charming, had been roped in to help prepare it.
Just as you were about to alert your mom, who was busy in another room dusting a cabinet that didn’t need dusting, about the guy you didn’t recognise, the driver's door of the truck swung open and another Son jumped out.
This one you recognised. Blonde hair, tattoos, aura that screamed Cali surfer dude. Herman Kozik.
Abandoning your post in the kitchen you made your way out of the house and into the front yard, “Who the hell let you behind the wheel of that thing?”
Both heads snapped toward you at the sound of your voice. The one you didn’t recognise stared in confusion, while Kozik’s face broke out in a grin as he began to walk toward you, “How ya doing, sunshine?”
When he reached you he had no hesitation in wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him in greeting, placing a kiss to your temple.
You smiled at him as you broke the hug, “Long time no see, Sarge,” you nodded toward the truck, “you planning on moving in or what?”
His gaze followed yours to the driveway and the younger man awkwardly standing around, “Maybe I’m planning on opening up an alcohol shop.” He gestured briefly to the writing on the side of the vehicle, “Happy’s running late, said he’ll be here this afternoon.”
You raised your eyebrow at him, “Can’t wait. Who’s your friend?”
Kozik nodded toward his fellow Son and gestured for him to make his way over, “Meet Miles. Miles, Happy’s sister.”
Miles’ eyes widened as he clicked to who you were, shaking your outstretched hand when you told him your name.
“Ma’s gone all out on the food for you guys. Hope you’re hungry.”
Kozik beamed at the revelation and nodded toward the house, “Lead the way, sweetheart.”
You started back toward the door, “Flattery gets you nowhere.”
The second the three of you stepped inside you were pushed out of the way as your mom stepped excitedly to greet the two Sons, namely Kozik.
She had gladly claimed him as one of her own after the first time she’d met him. Much to the dismay of you and Happy, suddenly finding yourselves fighting for her attention while she fussed over the blonde.
‘What a nice boy!’
‘So respectful, he just did the dishes. I didn’t even ask!’
‘And a bit of a looker too, mija!’
The smirk on Kozik’s face as he made a show of greeting your mother told you he knew exactly what you were thinking. Being the favourite was something he made sure to rub in your face at every opportunity.
Rolling your eyes you moved further into the kitchen to slide your abandoned muffin batter into the oven. Listening to Kozik and Miles being affectionately force fed and simultaneously being grilled on their eating habits at home brought a smile to your face.
“Something funny, sunshine?” The blonde called from his seat at the table. You shook your head as you carried the bowl of fruit salad to join the feast.
“Not at all, Sarge.”
You took a backseat while your mother doted on the two men, only chiming in when necessary and returning Kozik’s infectious smiles whenever he threw one your way.
Finally, your mom listened to the men who were claiming to be full and stopped trying to damn near spoon feed them. You began to gather the dishes and retreat to the sink to start the washing up.
Although he was your friend, he wasn’t your friend. He was Happy’s. However, you had become reasonably close with Kozik over the years. It wasn’t unusual for him to call you while he was in Tacoma for advice, or just to rant.
You were able to put pieces of his life together through conversation. Knowing that his family life was broken to say the least, it was strangely comforting to see how at home Kozik was around your family.
Lost in your thoughts as you washed the dishes, you didn’t notice Kozik had joined you until a sharp sting on your arm pulled you back to reality.
“Ow! You asshole.” Rubbing where he had used the tea towel to playfully whip you.
Kozik shrugged a shoulder, smirking to himself as he picked up a wet plate, “You were zoned out.”
You rolled your eyes at his excuse and refocused on the sink in front of you, “How’re you anyway? Haven’t seen you since you joined the Charming boys too. Finally sick of rainy Tacoma?”
He chuckled as he dried the plate, “Something like that, I’ve been good though.”
“So no more Sergeant, huh?”
Kozik clicked his tongue, “No more Sergeant. Just me and my bike.”
He sounded relieved at that. You didn’t know the ins and outs of the club, not even close. But you could imagine being the president’s left would leave a heavy weight on anyone’s shoulders.
“What about small town life? Adjusting to nosey neighbours?”
“Nah, my neighbours hate me.”
You giggled at that, not seeing the way Kozik smiled at the sound.
“They’ll come ‘round. Bake them some cookies or something.”
“Yeah, because I’m well known for my baking skills,” he laughed, he was definitely not, “What about you? Still no man?”
“Nah, still waiting on my Prince Charming.”
With your eyes still focused on the sink in front of you, you missed how Kozik fought to bite back his relieved smile, “Cool.”
“Super cool.”
“Bet your mom’s pleased,” he teased. You let out a breathy laugh.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she married me off to one of the men from her church at this point.”
He threw his head back with a chuckle at the thought, “Nah, Happy’d never let that happen.”
“You think he’ll stand up to our mother? Have you met her?”
Kozik nodded in understanding, “Well, I wouldn’t let that happen.”
You peered at him from the corner of your eye, smiling knowingly.
He defended himself right away, “I wouldn’t! Hell, I’d marry you if I had to.”
“Oh yeah? Gonna sweep me off my feet?”
“What, like I couldn’t?”
You dropped your hands into the sink with the dishes and looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, “Such a charmer, Herman.”
“You said you were after a Prince Charming,” he held up his hands in mock defence, “I’m better.”
Miles appeared in the doorway before you could respond, motioning to Kozik to follow him. The blonde threw the towel in his hands lightly at your face and left you with a wink.
Finishing the dishes you moved to watch the commotion in the front yard.
Your mom joined you in the entryway while you watched the guys as they loaded whatever it was that your mom had been storing for them back into the truck.
“Such nice men aren’t they?”
“The best of the best, Ma,” you laughed at her endless propositioning.
Such nice looking men, you thought to yourself as you watched Kozik reach up to pull the truck’s roller door down. As if he could read your mind, his head turned to you, eyes locking from across the yard. A classic Kozik wink and a bright smile was flashed your way as he locked the door.
He called out to Miles who was rummaging around in the cab and began to walk back toward the house, the younger Son in tow.
“Heading out already?” You questioned as he drew closer.
Kozik nodded, “Sooner we hit the road, sooner we’re home.”
You watched as your mother pulled Miles into a hug and shoved a tupperware container full of food into his hands before sending him on his way. He waved at you and called out his goodbyes before he turned back to the truck.
Next Kozik was tugged down to her height for an embrace, “Come back soon, mijo! And make sure you’re eating well. You can’t live off take out.”
He pressed a loving kiss to her hair as he chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.”
She pulled back and patted his cheek lovingly, turning and making her way back inside.
You both watched as your mom trotted off to the living room to continue cleaning things that didn’t need to be cleaned for Happy’s arrival.
The sound of Herman clearing his throat drew your attention back to him.
“You gonna come visit us in Charming anytime soon?” He leaned against the door frame looking every bit like a high school jock.
You raised an eyebrow, “You willing to house me for a night? No way I’m bunking at Hap’s.”
He let out a laugh at that, nodding in understanding, “You bake something for my neighbours and we have a deal.”
“Consider it done,” you smiled up at the taller man, “Safe travels, Sarge.”
He reached out to ruffle your hair, knowing exactly how it would get on your nerves, “See you soon, sunshine.”
Flashing you one last smile he turned and made his way out to the truck where Miles’ was waiting patiently. Once he had taken his place in the driver’s seat you left your spot in the doorway and joined your mom in the living room.
The older woman glanced at you with a cheeky smile on her face as you sat down, “He was making eyes at you again.”
Instead of taking the bait and responding, you kept your sight focused on the TV in front of you, biting your lip in an attempt to stop the bashful grin threatening to spread across your face.
