Can I request Tig with an s/o that has anxiety/trauma? I love how you write him!!
hehe thank you >:] AND HERE YOU GO
ᯓ★ gn!reader, mentions of childhood abuse
Tig had a shit day at the club. Jax was in a mood, Clay kept pushing and pushing, and something was even rubbing Chibs the wrong way. So that obviously put Tig in a foul mood. Unfortunately for you he brought that home. You were used to him sometimes avoiding you when he came home. Either to go stand and dissociate in the shower for an hour or just go right to bed. You understand, you needed alone time sometimes too. But he didn't do that today.
You were standing in the kitchen listening to the radio as you made yourself a late night snack. Just in your pj pants and one of Tigs tank tops. The front door slammed shut. "I'm in the kitchen baby!" You glanced at the kitchen entry waiting for him. But you watched him walk past straight to the living room. You huffed, setting your cheese and cracker aside. "Tiger, your boots! You're getting mud all over the-"
He yelled, causing you to freeze in your tracks. Standing at the edge of the living room.
"I avoided you for a reason, why else do you think I fucking walked past you!"
He stood up, walking over to you. Too fast for your liking causing you to step back. Angrily kicking his boots off. "There you happy? Now go back-" He swung his up to point to the kitchen but suddenly you felt eight years old again just trying to just talk to your dad that came home drunk. As a kid you never ran. You knew you'd lose. But right now that was your first thought. Before he could finish his sentence or lay a hand on you, you ran down the hall and locked yourself in the bedroom. Sliding down the back of the door with tears in your eyes.
Tig stood in the living room. The reality of the situation suddenly hitting him like a bucket of cold water. He didn't know what to do. He's never raised his voice at you, not like that. He looked at his hands, at the dirty boot prints on the floor, and then at the bedroom door. "Shit." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before rubbing his eyes.
He stared at his boots off the floor before picking them up and setting them on the shoe mat. He went into the bathroom and dug under the sink. Finding the floor cleaner and a bucket. He poured the floor cleaner into the bucket before grabbing a sponge. Then spent the next twenty minutes scrubbing the floor. Making sure there wasn't a single boot mark in sight.
When he was done he put everything away and went into the kitchen. He saw your discarded snack on the counter he sighed. He put the crackers and cheese away and stood there. After a few seconds he pulled out a pan. He remembered the night you mentioned how macaroni was your safe food. The one thing you always wanted as a kid when you were upset. No cheese, no butter, just bare noodles that you could sit and eat with your fingers.
As your pasta finally finished cooking and he was pouring it into a bowl he heard quiet music from the bedroom. He grabbed the bowl and headed down the hall. He reached for the handle but decided against it. He knocked and waited. "Doll.." He said softly. "I ughh, I made you something. I know I ruined your crackers and cheese and I'm sorry. You don't have to talk just open the door."
He waited a few seconds then the door finally cracked open. He saw your face and it broke him. Red eyes, tear streaked cheeks, god he felt like the biggest dick on earth. You looked at the bowl and he held it up. "I thought this would make you feel better." You hesitated but eventually took it. Not saying anything. Just turning around to go sit down on the bed.
Tig followed, not touching any of the lights. Just joining you in the dark. "I fucked up, I had a shit day and instead of dealing with it at the club I brought it home to you." His voice was soft, possibly the softest you've ever heard him speak. He gently reached up, cupping your face. Mentally smacking himself when you slightly flinched. "Doll, I'd never lay a hand on you. I hope you know that." "But in the living room.." "I wasn't gonna hit you. I was just pointing."
He ran his thumb over your cheek. "After everything you've told me, about your dad and your childhood..god I'm a fucking idiot." You grabbed a noodle and ate it. Nodding with a small smile on your face. He poked your cheek. "Yeah, you think thats funny? Me being an idiot?" He said playfully, trying to make you feel better. You mumbled "yeah" with a mouth full of noodles.
He pressed his nose against your cheek. "But you love this idiot and this idiot loves you so much." He smiled and you nodded again. "I do love you, but I'm still mad." "Hmm, how can I make it up to you Doll?" You sat there for a second, making a 'hmmm' noise. "You have to do all the chores for a week, make me one of those really good steak dinners..oh! Take me out on your motorcycle!" When he saw a smile appear across your face his chest felt ten times lighter. "Well, finish up your snack and we can go ride until you're tuckered out."
You nodded, he grabbed you and kissed you. "Alright, finish your food. I'll go find your boots."
And just like that the peace was restored and Tig was gonna do everything he could to make sure you're okay. To rebuild the trust he broke.
Tired talks: I hope I did your request justice :D My requests are always open so feel free to send an idea my way
(I'll reread this later and fix any mistakes Im tired😭)
