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He doesn't have to know || Tig Trager x Reader

Requested by @irenne-stans : A Tig Trager x reader The reader is Clays daughter or niece so she’s close w/the club and is very fond of Tig like she makes sure he has a drink, plays w/his hair, only asks Tigs for rides home, sits on his lap etc. and the club knows you like him but Tig never does anything out of respect for Clay. The reader over hears the club asks if he’d actually date you and he says if Clay would let him but he doubts that’ll happen (you can’t take this in whatever direction)

A/N: I'm so excited I'm finally doing a request!! I wanted to make another Tig x Clay's daughter but was holding back because I had already done one but when I saw that request I decided to call it fate and write another one anyway lmao. That being said feel free to request anything!

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)?" Bobby raised his voice as (Y/N) was lost in her thoughts while playing with Tig's hair.

Her, Bobby, Tig, Chibs and Juice were sitting around a table in the clubhouse talking about tomorrow's party. (Y/N) had found the chance to play with Tig's wild curls as he was laying his head on his crossed arms on the table. She has always liked Tig and had no intentions of hiding it. Her thoughts were running wild while she was staring at the biker she loved the most when they were disrupted by Bobby.

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming to the party?" the biker repeated for her.

"Nah, I'm gonna be working earlier... also I'm not really in a party mood these days."

"You're working in the evenings again?" Chibs asked her.

"Yeah, we've had tons of work this past month so I had to work a few extra shifts... not that I don't need them."

"Are you going tonight as well?"

"Yeah, in a few hours. And speaking of that I'm gonna need you to give me a ride home in a while Chibs."

"Yes ma'am" he replied with a wink.

"I thought I had the honour to be your private driver here" Tig said sarcastically after he stopped laying his head in his arms on the table.

It was no secret that (Y/N) would always ask him for a ride home and, among everyone, Tig had picked up on it as well.

"Well, you look pretty tired today so I decided to give you a day off."

As much as she wanted to go home with him she didn't want to put him in any extra trouble since she had noticed how tired he looked that day.

"I'm okay, I can give you a ride... if you want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

That was all she needed. She couldn't say no to a ride with him when he was the one offering it.

"Okay let's go" she said with a smile as she turned around to look at her seat looking for her jacket. "Shit, where's my jacket?" She was still looking around.

"Maybe you left it at the office" Juice suggested.

She pointed at him indicating that he's probably right since she was there earlier to say hello to Gemma. "Comin' right back."

She had barely exited the room when Tig noticed the weird look on Chibs face.

"What?"

"Dang, you're not even trying be to be subtle anymore, are you?" the Scottish man teased him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, we know the girl's got a thing for ya. I thought you'd never give in... took you long enough honestly."

"Shut up" was the only thing he could think of saying back. The situation was pretty messed up in his head already so he didn't want to talk about it with anyone for now.

"Don't be like that" Bobby was quick to chime in. "She's nice. And she cares about you. We're just making sure you know... so you don't fuck this up brother."

"Yeah ok, of course I know. And I care about her too" he said offended. "I'm just giving her a ride home like I always do. I really don't get these reactions."

"I'm just saying... You sounded a little too eager to me this time" Chibs teased him yet again.

"We don't know what you might have in mind to do once you drop her off" Juice was quick to add and everyone except Tig chuckled.

"It's not funny guys."

"Shit, someone's got a thing for little (Y/N)" Chibs joked again and as everyone was laughing they didn't notice that (Y/N) had just entered the room. She immediately stopped by a wall though the second she realised what they were talking about.

"Y'all are really starting to piss me off" Tig blurted out.

"You know, the angrier you get the more apparent it gets that you like her, so I suggest you just take all that anger of yours and take it out on the lass if you know what I mean" Chibs joked and needless to say (Y/N) froze.

"It's not like that. She's not... like that. She's not the one night stand type of person. Well I don't fucking know what she is but I could never she her like that" Tig started mumbling on his own.

"Oh we know Tiggy" Bobby responded and he just sighed.

"You finally admitted it to yourself, that's a start" Juice teased him and Chibs was quick to join as well:

"Now the only thing left to do is to grow some balls and tell Clay as well."

"Aaand you're back to pissing me off."

"For being a 1%er you're a bit too much of a coward you know."

"I'd like to see you try and tell Clay that- you- a-about her."

"I wouldn't even hesitate. I mean look at her" Juice said with a goofy look on his face before Chibs hit the back of his head lightly.

"It's not the same you idiot. You're younger... and definitely not his sergeant at arms... and not... me! Oh boy!" Tig trembled as he realised the situation he was in.

"All we're saying is that if Clay is the only thing that's holding you back... do something about it. Because it's gonna be worth it. And it'd definitely be a shame if you guys never tried this thing out."

(Y/N) never wanted to hug Chibs as much as this very moment.

"Easier said than done."

"So you're saying that Clay is the only thing that's stopping you."

"Well, yes" Tig replied after a while.

That was everything (Y/N) wanted to hear. She finally coughed to let her presence be known and started walking towards the bikers that had now stopped talking.

"It was at the office" she said while holding her jacket up. "Come on Tiggy, let's go" she said with a warm smile trying not to make it too obvious that she was a little too excited.

Soon they were cruising through the cold night, the warm yellow lights on the side of the road keeping them company. When they stopped at (Y/N)'s driveway she handed him his extra helmet back and thanked him.

"Thank you Tiggy, what would I do without you?" It was supposed to be a joke but the flirting undertone as well as her beautiful smile made him understand the underlying meaning.

"Don't mention it doll."

Suddenly the two over-social individuals were for once left with nothing to say. The awkward silence was growing heavier before she finally found the courage to invite him in.

"Do you have some time to come in?"

"Yeah, sure... What do you need love?"

"Um, nothing really. I was just thinking that we could... hang out for a while."

He knew where this was going yet he still found himself weirded out that she finally had the guts to invite him to spend some time alone.

"Hang out?" he sighed confused.

"I was thinking we could have a drink or something" she almost whispered before she started straightening the collar of his button-up. "I still have a couple of hours until I have to be at work."

He gulped at her seductive tone and sexy look and at this very moment Clay was the last thing he could think about.

"Yeah... yeah, sure." He gulped once again.

His internal monologue was interrupted by (Y/N) that was now sat on the couch by him:

Ok so I'm having a drink with my president's daughter. And we're 'hanging out'. I'm screwed. I am so screwed. I'm fucked. I-

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" she asked him all excited.

A movie? A movie means eventually at least cuddling. And cuddling most likely leads to making out and making out-

he was overthinking for a while before he finally answered:

"I- I'm not really in a mood for a movie." He intentionally moved back on the couch further away from her.

"How about that drink you mentioned?"

Alcohol; exactly what he needed right now to relax a bit (but hopefully not too much).

"I... don't think I have any drinks actually."

"You invite me for a drink and you don't have any drinks in the house?" he joked.

"I just needed an excuse to spend some time with you." Her tone was loud and bubbly so that it wouldn't sound too serious and/or awkward.

"Maybe I wouldn't be convinced if I knew there wouldn't be any alcohol involved" he found the courage to joke yet again.

"Isn't my company enough Tiggy?" Her confident smile was making him stare at her unapologetically.

"I never said that."

"Oh you better."

He couldn't help but laugh while shaking his head. "You're so... what's the right word? You always, one way or another, get what you want."

"That's what growing up between bikers does to ya" she smirked. "And my dad's the president."

"He sure is."

"Explains a lot, huh?"

"I don't think it's just that. I feel like it's part of your nature. Like, you'd turn out like this anyway."

"Do I take that as a compliment?" she asked confused.

He laughed and nodded.

"Seriously though, I don't always get what I want. I'm not that spoiled."

"I didn't mean-"

"Yeah I know, I'm just saying that that's how people perceive me sometimes."

It was true. The 'Princess of SAMCRO' that always had a bunch of scary bikers to have her back; That's how it looked like from the outside.

"I can't have lot of things that I want" she said softly while looking at him.

I don't have YOU. And I want you. I need you.

"And sometimes things that look good from the outside are the source of everything bad in my life."

"What does that mean?" he asked with care.

She didn't want to be too specific but she also really didn't expect a follow-up question.

"The club. I know that it's my family and that you guys always have my back but... it perplexes things so much in my life. I always see the people I love get hurt and even I get in trouble and hurt sometimes. And some of the dirty looks you get from the people in town... I'm not as tough as I look. Shit gets to me."

"I'm so sorry you go through that love. You don't deserve it. You- You were born into this." He sighed. "Next time anyone treats you badly or even gives you a slightly weird look hit me up, I know many ways and places to hide bodies" he told her to lighten up the mood.

She laughed and the only thing that was running through her mind right now was kissing him.

"That's why you're my favourite Tiggy" she smiled.

"Your favourite, huh? Chibs is not gonna be happy if he hears this."

She couldn't help but laugh at his joke. "Chibs is like my uncle though. You know what I mean."

"I'm older than Chibs."

"It doesn't have to do with age."

He just dry-coughed and needless to say none of them were ready for the silence that followed.

"And you're my favourite because you always have my back and protect me... and look after me when I'm sad. You care for me in your own little ways and... I find it adorable."

She smiled at him and his heart melted. At this point she had gotten much closer to him staring at his eyes and then his lips.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked her, his tone low and seductive.

"What am I doing?" She was getting dangerously close to him now.

"Don't act like you don't know."

"I'm doing it because you don't."

"You know why I don't."

Silence for a while. They were still close to each other, looking at each other's lips and then each other's eyes.

"He doesn't have to know" she whispered seductively, brushing her finger on his check.

He gulped but once some sense got into him he slowly grabbed her hand and took it away from his face.

"(Y/N), I can't."

She looked down. "Fuck my dad. Fuck him. He doesn't control me... or you. We're both adults. All my life-"

"It doesn't work like this and you know it. I'm his sergeant at arms. The person he trusts the most. And he's the president. A-And I'm double your fucking age" he was referring to all the reasons why this wasn't a good idea.

"Don't fight it baby, we both want this" she was getting her lips closer to his again. "Kiss me."

He would be able to resist her if her perfume wouldn't make his stomach turn. Or if her velvet touch hadn't started heading south. Or maybe if her lips didn't look so irresistible.

But they did. Kissing them was his only option. All the previous resistance had now done a 180 and became a hungry desire to feel as much of her as possible. He was cupping her face with his hands as his mouth was exploring hers passionately.

They only pulled back when they were totally out of breath.

The look they shared was an indication as to where this was going. She was leaning back in order to lay on the couch and her hand was behind his neck. He was looking at her like she was something sacred. Her sudden vulnerability head that effect on him.

Needless to say, (Y/N) was already thinking of calling in sick at work.

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A/N: Also I'm thinking of making a part two stay tuned!!

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Let me fix you || Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: Juice is being distant because of the secret he keeps from the club (season 4 events) until one day he speaks to (Y/N).

"Where are you going?" (Y/N) asked Juice when she woke up to him getting ready at 8am.

"Shit, did I wake you up?" he whispered, trying to avoid his girlfriend's question.

"It's okay... where are you going Juicy?" she asked him with a soft voice, still half asleep.

"Club business."

"This early?"

He just nodded while buckling up his belt, actively avoiding to look at her. He couldn't bare lying to the people he loved, especially to her.

"Will I see you tonight?" she asked.

"I- I don't know. We have something to take care of tonight... with the club."

"Juice, this is the first time in almost 2 weeks where we get to spend some time together. When am I gonna see you?"

He sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just the whole drug thing... and the cartel, it's all new to us. We're gonna need some time to adjust. I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise."

"I don't like this whole cartel thing Juice. I- I wouldn't be able to cope if something- anything happened to you."

Her words made the guilt inside him build up even more. He couldn't promise her that nothing would happen to him and that's what hurt him the most. Not when he was in danger of getting kicked out of the club with what Roosevelt was holding against him.

"You're gonna be fine baby."

"What's that supposed to even-"

"Go back to sleep, it's early. I'm gonna try my best to come see you tomorrow" he said quietly while leaning on the bed and kissing her lips.

She sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He had already left the room and a few seconds later (Y/N) heard the front door closing.

Juice had been acting weird for the past couple of weeks. All of a sudden he was distant and seemed extremely out of it. His eyes looked dead and he was always speaking as if he was whispering, as if he didn't want to be heard.

The next day (Y/N) was trying to call him all day. After dozens of missed calls and text messages she finally gave up and decided to call Chibs.

Thousands of scenarios went through her head while she was waiting for the Scotsman to pick up: Juice could be in trouble, in serious danger, arrested, kidnapped, even dead. Or he could be with someone else, he could be cheating, he could...

"Aye, (Y/N), what's up?"

"Hey Chibs" she said, her voice breaking.

"Hey, what's wrong? you sound a little..."

"I just wanted to ask you about Juice. I've been trying to call him all day and he hasn't picked up. I am so worried Chibs. Is he with you guys?"

"No, he's not. I haven't seen him in two days actually."

"Two days? He was supposed to be with you guys last night." The nervousness in her voice was more than apparent now and Chibs was definitely sensing it.

"I'm sorry love."

She was at loss for words and already trying to fight back tears.

"Did you have any contact with him at all?"

"No" he said slowly before sighing.

"Chibs, if you're hiding something from me I swear-"

"I'm not (Y/N), I'm not. And I'm just as worried as you are."

The tears started streaming down her face with Chibs' words.

"Can you call him? Maybe he just didn't want to talk to me."

"Don't think like that. Juicy boy loves ya (Y/N)" he told her since he realised she had started thinking that Juice could be cheating on her.

"Just try to contact him... please. And if he gets back to you please let me know. Even if it's something you think I wouldn't want to know."

"I'll try to call him, go by his house or something. And I'll let the guys know as well."

"Thank you Chibs."

Juice was nowhere to be found. Not that day, neither the next or the day after that. When he finally showed up at the clubhouse he was wearing a black hoodie with the hood over his head and his eyes looked more lost than ever.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Chibs asked him the second he lifted his head and saw him approaching him and Tig as they were sitting outside the clubhouse.

"Just... wanted to be left alone for a while. Clear my head" he said looking down.

"You could at least say something. Let us know that you're alright. We were worried brother."

"I know man, I'm sorry."

"It's not us you should be apologizing to" Tig said only to receive a weirded out look by Juice in return. "(Y/N)'s been so worried these past few days."

Juice sighed.

"Hope you didn't burry yourself in some other chick cause-" Chibs said but was quickly interrupted by an offended Juice.

"What? No, of course not."

"Why haven't you been picking up ya phone then? You better get back to the poor girl."

"I will. I just needed some time to myself."

"Taking time to ourselves doesn't mean going M.I.A. for days Juicy."

"You should call her... now! Or I will" Tig blurted out.

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna call her. Don't do anything stupid!"

The truth was that he was dying to see her, tell her everything that he's been keeping inside of him for the past few weeks, hug her, cry in her arms, but he knew that his overthinking had already fucked things up. He had been ignoring her for days now and that was something that could not be undone. He didn't have the guts to face her, tell her what's going on, but even worse he would never be brave enough to lose her.

He decided to stay in the clubhouse for a while in order to take some time to think and find the courage to finally call her.

A couple of hours later (Y/N) decided to head to the clubhouse to see the guys and ask them if they had anything new on Juice. She had decided to go on a walk to clear her head, which would eventually lead her to the clubhouse.

"(Y/N)!" Chibs blurted out once he saw her.

"You here to see Juicy? He's in his room" he told her casually once he stopped hugging her.

"What? He's here? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Her heart was pumping loudly.

"He told us he'd call you and... I didn't want to intervene."

She shook her head while tears were filling her eyes and without even saying anything to Chibs she started heading towards Juice's dorm.

She was walking down the long hallway when she saw him exiting his room, relieved to see him finally, yet still very angry.

The biker froze the second he saw her and stood there adjusting his hood for what felt like the millionth time that day.

"Juice! Where have you been? I was so worried, why haven't you been picking up? Are you okay?" she overwhelmed him with a bunch of questions.

"I'm okay baby. I'm fine, I'm sorry for not getting back to you, I..." he couldn't find the right words. Mostly because there was no excuse, apart from the things he couldn't tell her.

"What's going on Juice? We're not even talking anymore. Where's all of this going?"

He sighed and as he breathed out he decided to attempt to tell her the truth. Or at least a part of it. Or whatever would come up.

"Come in, please. I have to talk to you" he told her and the next second they were in his room with the door shut behind them. (Y/N) noticed the tears that were starting to build up in his eyes.

"What's up Juice? What is all this? You've been ignoring me for days, avoiding my calls and now you show up all of a sudden and I only find out because I randomly decide to show up here."

"I'm sorry baby, I know I fucked up, it's just... Shit's been real hard lately. I don't know what to do and how to do it and all the thoughts in my head just keep building up and-" his voice broke as he was trying to swallow back his tears.

She immediately hugged him and as he was crying on her shoulder she was caressing his shaved head.

"Tell me what's wrong Juice. I just wanna help you but you're gonna have to let me in first." When she pulled back from hugging him, her eyes focused on a small purple mark that was now visible on his neck since the fabric of his hood had moved a little to the side.

"What the fuck? What is this?" she asked him suddenly with an angry look, when she had mistaken the strange mark for a hickey. She tried to move his hood further to the side but he was quick to stop her by grabbing her hands while looking at the side, unable to make eye contact with her.

"So that's what caused all this, huh? The guilt that was building up because you decided to destroy or relationship?" she scoffed. "I can't believe this, I was going insane being worried for days, not even knowing if you're alive or not while you were getting laid... not even bothering to fucking call me, I-"

She covered her face with her hands.

"It's not..." he tried to speak but the words couldn't come out his mouth yet.

"What? It's not what I think it is? I cannot believe you" she shook her head.

In a couple of seconds that felt like years to him, he built up the courage to remove the hood from his head and let the big mark on his neck do all the talking, since he wasn't able to do it himself.

The moment she realised her mistake she froze. The 'misterious' mark was a bruise and the part of it she had seen earlier was a tiny fraction of it. It was now obvious that it was spread all around his neck.

"Who- Who did this to you?" she asked him ready to burst out crying. She couldn't even bare the thought that the obvious had happened. That he did this to himself.

She was close to him now, touching the bruise with her fingertips.

"Juice" she whispered while looking at his eyes. "Why?"

He started crying before burying his head in his hands. "I don't fucking know" he said between sobs.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"Because I couldn't bare the thought of losing you."

"I'd never leave you baby. Please tell me what's wrong."

"I can't. Not right now."

"Then when? When you do something that'll make me lose you forever?"

He quickly wiped a tear that had just run down his rosy cheek.

"Does it have to do with the club?"

He looked down, still crying.

"Tell me" she insisted but her voice was soft.

Not a single word could come out of his mouth since he was holding back tears. Instead he just nodded, his eyes never leaving the ground.

"What did they do to you Juice? I swear-" she blurted out angry.

"Nothing! Nothing... not yet."

"What does that even mean?"

"I got myself into some shit" he said after a while before sitting on the side of his bed and (Y/N) was quick to do the same.

He looked at every possible direction before looking at her again. "The new sheriff. He's- he's been threatening me."

He started getting teary-eyed yet again and took a second to breathe.

"I had to do some bad shit (Y/N). Harmful shit to the club."

She saw him struggling so she didn't want to ask him about what he did.

"If- if they find out..." he couldn't even finish his sentence before putting his head on her shoulder to cry.

She hugged him and started caressing the side of his face.

"What do they got on you baby?"

He pulled out of her hug and looked to the side.

"My father... he was Black... and there's some rule of the club", he took a deep breath before continuing, " I can't be a member basically."

She had the most curious look on her face. "But... you guys have been doing business with the nineres and-"

"It's not the same."

"Look I don't know what kind of dumb racist rules your club has... the guys know you and they trust you. They wouldn't have a reason to-"

"I told you this is not how it works. I just- if they find out, I'm through. They'll kick me out and god knows what-" he broke out in tears again and she couldn't help but hug him.

"Apart from you this club is all I got. This kutte is all I got. I don't want this to sound like you're not enough for me, I-"

"I get it."

"Getting accepted into the club... it was the first time I felt like I belonged somewhere. Like I was a part of something. I can't lose that."

She hugged him yet again and they both stayed in that position for a while. Comforting silence all around.

"I love you Juan Carlos Ortiz. You are the most selfless, kind-hearted and lovable human I've ever met. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives... and if someone can't see that, that's on them. I just want you to know that whatever happens, whatever you decide to do, I'll always be here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this... together. I just need you to promise me that you'll always tell me what you're going through and what's bothering you. I don't want you to go through something like this all by yourself ever again."

He nodded and after a while, as their faces were getting closer to each other, they kissed with all the tenderness they were deprived off the past few weeks.

"I love you (Y/N). I don't know what I'd be without you."

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Negative || Tig Trager x Reader

Summary: Tig finds a positive pregnancy test at (Y/N)'s house which he much later finds out that it's not even hers.

It had been a week since Tig had found that pregnancy test at (Y/N)'s house and she had still not mentioned a thing about it. An entire week and still nothing. That was until he decided to take matters in his own hands and confront her about it.

It wasn't until they were cuddling on her couch for quite some time that he finally found the guts to hint towards it. As he was playing with her hair, looking down at her, he took a deep breath and finally started talking:

He had been meaning to ask her about it the entire time he was at her house but somehow, just by looking at her, the words couldn't come out his mouth.

"Babe..."

"Mhm?" she said all tired.

"Do you... would you trust me with anything?"

She looked up at him with a confused look and let out a chuckle. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Like, do you trust me? Would you trust me with anything in your life?" he was still serious.

"What... are you on about?" she asked him all concerned now while standing up to sit next to him with her legs crossed. "Did the guys make you 'test' any drugs again? I swear..."

"Babe, I'm serious."

"Then tell me what's wrong."

"Do you love me?" he asked while staring at her eyes.

"Yes Tiggy. I've told you a thousand times." She was stroking his cheek now. "I love you. Tell me what's up you're actually making me worried."

"Could you... could you ever see us... this relationship... taking the next step?"

"Tig we've talked about this. We've been together for 2 years now and we know each other for a whole more than that. We don't need marriage. We don't need a certificate to validate our relationship. I thought we were on the same page about this."

"No, no, we are" he reassured her quickly. They had talked plenty of times about how they both don't feel the need to get married but the conversation had never gone the 'kids' route, at least not in a very serious matter. "What I mean is... do you ever see yourself... us... having a kid? like ever?"

His question definitely surprised her.

"What? I- I don't know. Do you?"

There she goes. Took her long enough. She's finally trying to ask for my opinion indirectly, he thought.

"Um... yeah, sure, I think... yeah."

"I think we said that we wouldn't rush it... that we'd just let it come whenever it would feel right."

"Yeah, I know, I know. And I completely agree."

"Then why are we having this conversation Tiggy?"

"Because... I want you to know that I would never pressure you into anything. Having kids... or not."

She laughed lightly while caressing his cheek. "I know baby."

She really couldn't understand his all of a sudden weird behaviour.

"And because I want you to know that you can talk to me about this stuff... Whatever worries you, you can tell me about it."

"Yeah baby I know, thank you" she said still weirded out.

"Then why are you doing exactly the opposite? Why are you not... telling me?" he blurted out after dinner moments of frustration.

"Tell you what?"

"Babe, I thought we were sharing everything with each other" he said suddenly all serious.

"(Y/N), I feel like I have the right to at least know." He sighed heavily and by then she was really starting to worry.

He couldn't believe that she wasn't telling him anything yet. Throughout their relationship he had never felt like their was lack of communication and trust between them until this very moment. He was still trying to build the courage to ask her about the pregnancy test he had found.

"Well, I thought so too! What is that supposed to mean?"

"I... I found a pregnancy test."

"What pr-" she tried to speak until she realised.

"A positive one (Y/N)! I found it like a week ago!"

She was quiet, still trying to process everything.

"When were you planning on telling me?" His tone sounded desperate rather than angry.

She finally decided to go with it for a little longer, see if she could have some fun out of the situation.

So that's what this was all about. A pregnancy test. A pregnancy test that's not even mine, she thought.

"I'm sorry baby, I was nervous. I didn't know how to tell you and I was always putting it off" she said while looking down, trying to make it more believable.

He just sighed yet again. "Why though? Have I ever been too pushy about this? Have you ever felt like you can't trust me? I want you to be able to tell me everything babe, you know that."

"You've been great baby. I was just... I really don't know what got into me. I'm sorry."

He hugger her from her side and put his hand on her cheek.

"Don't be. I just want you to be able to trust me... like I do. I would never pressure you into taking any decisions about this kid. I just felt like I at least had the right to know."

She nodded looking sad.

(Y/N) really wasn't prepared for the silence that followed.

"You're on the fucking pill though damnit, how did this...?" he grunted frustrated with a hand on his face, looking up.

"There's always a slight chance of... pregnancy. It doesn't always 100% work" she said which he obviously knew.

Even more silence echoed through the room.

"So?" he asked hesitantly. "What are you planning to do?" He sounded quiet and almost scared.

"I... I don't think I'm ready for a kid Tig."

He nodded and she continued: "We're both so busy and... you and the club... I don't want to bring a kid into this chaotically dangerous life."

"I agree, yeah" he spoke quietly.

"I mean just the dogs keep us busy enough already" she laughed and he did as well.

"So are you planning on having a...?" he couldn't even say the word. An abortion.

She nodded. "If you're okay with that. Yeah."

He looked destroyed to say the least and his eyes started watering as he put his head near her belly hugging her waist.

She was playing with his hair for a while when she finally smiled.

"I should probably feel bad right now but that's what you get when you dig around into things that aren't yours Tiggy."

He immediately stopped hugging her and sat straight next to her. "What?" he asked completely lost.

"The pregnancy test wasn't mine you idiot."

"Wha-" he repeated.

"It was Lyla's. She took it when she was here like a week ago."

He was still lost, trying to put his head around what she had just said.

"You mean..."

"I mean that you should really stop digging around other people's stuff... Did you really think that I would hide this from you?"

"I don't fucking know. My head was a little too focused on the fact that you were supposed to be pregnant." He was still trying to process everything.

She laughed.

"Just don't tell Ope."

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More than Friends, Less than Lovers || Jax Teller x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend in order to teach a guy that won't leave her alone a lesson. Needless to say things get a little complicated even when they're faking their relationship.

A/N: another overused trope but what's new? lessgooo

"Are you gonna tell me what's up now?" Jax asked (Y/N) the second he stepped into her house.

"Yes I will. I told you I will" she replied but couldn't find herself to speak any further.

Jax looked at her with a questioning look. "I'm waiting... What was so important that you couldn't tell me on the phone?"

"Umm, it's not exactly important. Well no, it is important, it's just mostly embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" he laughed as he sat on the couch, leaning back, his right arm on the back of it.

She sat next to him, still quiet.

"Come on. You know you can tell me everything" his low voice and big round eyes made her even more nervous, instead of safe and relaxed like they usually did. How are you supposed to say this to your friend of all those years, who may or may not also be your crush?

"I just... I need your help Jax."

He just nodded, not wanting to interrupt her since she had finally started talking.

"Um... This Noah guy from work..."

His face immediately turned red, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowed. "If this fucker is not leaving you alone again I swear to fucking-"

"No, no" she was quick to interrupt him. "It's not like that."

"Well then tell me. You're staring to get me worried."

"Well... I may or may not have told him that I have a boyfriend so that he'll leave me alone."

He laughed. "You really need to learn how to say no darlin."

"I know but that's besides the point. So, um, there's this thing, we do it every year basically, kinda like a party. It's for the employees of the company. At my boss' house." She sighed nervously and looked at his still clueless face.

"I need you to be my boyfriend is what I'm trying to say here. Fake boyfriend" she corrected herself. "I need you to pretend that we're dating" she gulped.

He took a while to respond. "For the party thing?" his voice sounded a little high pitched, as if he was about to laugh.

"If you're not okay with it, then it's fine I'll just go alone, or I can ask someone else or-"

"I'm okay with it. I mean it's not like we're gonna have to fuck in front of them or something" he said trying to make her feel less awkward and she nodded.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that. Especially when it comes to that prik co-worker of yours."

The butterflies in her stomach intensified.

"Thank you Jax" she said softly.

"That's okay love" her replied. "But, you know, if you wanted to see how dating me would be like you could've just asked."

She laughed out of awkwardness. If only he knew. "You're so full of yourself Teller."

"Also if we gotta practise kissing or anything just tell me. You know, in case we need to check if there's the needed chemistry n all" he joked.

"Say one more thing like that and I'm asking Tig to come with me."

"Tig?" he laughed.

"You know he'd be more than happy to help me."

"Oh I know he would" he said referring to his friend's flirty behaviour towards (Y/N) (or anyone really). "I'm just saying... Your co-workers could see him out with other women and they'd think that he's cheating on you" he continued teasing her.

"Yeah like that's totally not a possibility with you."

It was supposed to be a joke but Jax smirked awkwardly and looked down while playing with the rings on his fingers. He thought about the countless women he'd bury himself into just because he couldn't be with the one he truly loved. And the worst part was that it wasn't because he didn't have the balls to tell her how madly in love he was with her, but because he knew that by doing so she'd immediately be in danger because of his chaotic life. He had to choose between letting either her or himself suffer every day and he knew what the easiest choice for him was.

"Do I have to dress nice or anything? Cause I don't-"

"Yeah I know you 'don't'. Just wear your least baggy jeans... and one of your button-ups. No leather please."

"Okay boss" he joked. "Do I have to remove my knife from my belt to?"

"God, I should have told the guy that I'm a lesbian" she said desperately with one hand on her face.

He laughed at her comment. "Relax, I'm just joking."

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When the night of the party arrived (Y/N) had told Jax that she'd come over by his house first, mostly because she wanted to check on his outfit since she didn't trust him completely with his styling choices.

He saw her standing by the door as he opened it. Glowing skin, thick eyeliner and plump red lips accompanied with a short emerald dress that was complementing her skin tone perfectly. He stared for a little too long, his lips partly opened in awe.

"Hey" she said with a smile.

"Hey" he replied almost out of breath. "You look...", beautiful, so unbelievably hot, fucking irresistible, "great. That Noah guy is one unlucky bastard" he smirked as he let her in.

"Mmm... can't wait till he sees how hot my boyfriend is. And intimidating. And big. And scary" she laughed.

"You think I look scary?"

"Well, in a good way."

"How can someone look scary in a good way?" he laughed while running his fingers through his long hair and licking his lips.

"It is a good thing when you can scare annoying guys away."

"Ok, I'm taking that as a compliment" he smirked as he started heading towards his bedroom.

When he arrived at the living room again he found (Y/N) sat on his couch. "Ok how do I look?" he asked.

She stood up and took a good look at him while smiling. Her smile faded though when she noticed a stain on his shirt.

"Jax, there's blood on your shirt, for fuck's sake."

"Shit" he exclaimed as he was looking down at the side of his shirt. "You know what, maybe this will scare him even more."

"Go change" she told him unamused.

Without a word he headed straight to his bedroom again.

"Can you come here for a sec?" he asked loudly do she'd hear him in the living room.

"Sure, what's up?" she froze as she saw him standing in his room shirtless with a flannel on each hand.

"Which one?" he asked for her opinion.

"Black one's fine." Her mesmerized look and soft voice made him smirk, knowing exactly what he was doing to her. His flexing muscles looked so irresistible, and she completely lost it once he started buttoning up shirt. Inappropriate thoughts started filling her head.

"C'mon let's go" he said with a wink once he put his flannel on.

She gave him a questioning look. "That's it? Aren't you gonna do something about the hair situation up there?"

Truth is, as much as she loved his messy long hair, now was not the time for this particular hair style.

"What's wrong with my hair?" he asked as he turned around to look at the mirror, almost a little too offended. He started running his fingers through it, trying to fix it.

"Let me do it" she said without thinking, getting closer to him. Her fingers were running through his blond hair trying to tame it down when she realised his breathtaking blue eyes were glued on hers. The undying need of his to grab her face and kiss her hungrily was definitely at its peak at this very moment.

She gulped nervously and slowly put her hands down. "I did the best I could" she smiled.

"It's gonna get all fucked up from my helmet anyway darlin."

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Jax whistled as he saw the villa the party was thrown in. From the looks of it, it seemed like this would be no SAMCRO party. He noticed (Y/N) being nervous as they were standing next to his bike in the warm summer night and proceeded to comfort her.

"Come on, everything's gonna be fine. Don't worry."

She just sighed deeply so he continued: "We just get in there, pretend that we actually enjoy this rich-people-get-together-party-thing for a couple of hours, everyone thinks you're fucking the hottest guy in Charming, this Noah guy leaves you alone... then we get back to your place and watch a movie. Nothing to worry about."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the cocky comment about himself even though his words really reassured her.

They started walking towards the door when Jax put an arm around her waist.

"Just... no talk about the club, don't start any fights and no hitting on other women."

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm serious Jax. I don't want others to know that even my fake boyfriend cheats on me. Just sit there and look pretty okay?"

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?"

A desperate look couldn't help but appear on (Y/N)'s face.

As they entered the house they were immediately greeted with a warm smile by the hostess, (Y/N)'s boss, who showed them to the garden.

(Y/N) loved the looks and attention she was getting for once. She knew that Jax wasn't a guy that went unnoticed and having him stand by her side was adding up to her confidence.

Things were going pretty great. The two of them were talking with some of (Y/N)'s co-workers, joking and having fun under the warm lights in the big garden by the pool. She was surprised at how well Jax was doing also. Actually having conversations with everyone, being nice and funny, which was making her fall for him even harder. She would only see him interact with club members and (other) criminals, making her almost forget the other normal side of him. Well, to that also contributed the fact that thankfully Noah was nowhere to be found.

It wasn't until minutes later that she saw him a few feet away talking to a guy from work and his boyfriend. When they accidentally made eye contact and waved at each other, (Y/N) cursed under her breath and tried to ignore him while still keeping an eye towards his direction. When she noticed him starting to walk towards where she was standing, she started panicking, her mind trying to find an excuse to run away.

"Will you um, excuse us for a second?"

She had already grabbed Jax by his right arm when she started heading towards the inside of the house with him.

"What's up?" he asked her full of worry, seeing the expression on her face.

"Noah is here. He-"

"(Y/N)!" She heard a voice calling her from behind and knew exactly who it was.

"Noah! Hey!" the fakest smile on her face as she turned around.

Jax eyed the guy up and down. He had short dark hair and an annoying smirk that he wanted to slap out of his face already. He seemed pretty fit and was only a few inches shorter than the blond biker, yet Jax completely understood why (Y/N) didn't like him because of his cocky behaviour.

He was already all over her, giving her a hug and Jax was starting to get angry seeing him hugging her when she was supposed to be with her boyfriend. This guy had some nerve.

"What's up? I just saw you there with everyone else! Did you just get here or...?"

"We've been here for a while now actually" she replied.

"Mhmm probably just didn't notice you around" Jax was quick to interrupt as he put his left arm around her waist. The look on Noah's face was not happy to say the least.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the brunette guy asked (Y/N), although his eyes never left Jax's, provoking him even more.

"Yeah, um, Jax this is Noah. Noah, this is Jax, my boyfriend." She enjoyed calling him her boyfriend even if it was fake.

She saw Noah's hand turn paler as Jax was giving him a firm handshake, a murderous look on his face.

"Should we grab some drinks?" the guy asked.

"We were just leaving actually-"

"Going to the bathroom" Jax intervened. "Comin' right back."

As the two were about to leave, a stupid grin appeared on Noah's face. "You don't even let her go to the bathroom by herself?"

"She's the one that asked me to come with. Don't know what she has in mind" Jax winked at him.

The two were heading inside, trying to find a bathroom.

"What the fuck was that?" (Y/N) asked him frustrated.

"I thought we were giving this guy a lesson. What's the point in leaving before doing exactly that?"

He had a point but the atmosphere was so tense she couldn't bare another second next to these two. She just sighed.

"I swear if that guy pisses me off once more I'm throwing him in the pool" he said finally.

"JAX!"

He always enjoyed the frustration in her voice when he was teasing her.

Once they were outside the bathroom, (Y/N) put her back against the door and sighed looking up. "Do you actually wanna use the bathroom or?"

"Might as well. We're supposed to be fucking anyway so we don't wanna head back too soon" he winked at her and went inside.

A few moments later they were heading towards the garden again when they saw Noah conveniently talking to the group of people (Y/N) and Jax were talking to prior.

"God damn it" she exclaimed and turned her back to the group of people, facing Jax.

"Hey, relax. We're just teaching this guy never to look at your general direction again and we're out. You don't even have to do anything, count on me" he smiled.

He suddenly put a hand on each side of her face and got closer to her. She just gave him a weird look in return.

"He's looking, just follow my lead, okay?" his smile turned into a cheeky grin as he put a strand of hair behind her ear.

She nodded nervously, not knowing what 'follow my lead' meant exactly.

"We're just gonna pretend that we're talking for while", his voice was soothing as ever, "and that we're totally madly in love, okay?" he put both his arms around her waist as his eyes were looking into hers.

She laughed lightly at his comments, feeling completely safe in his arms.

"Okay, laughing. Nice touch" he tried to calm her down even more and she couldn't help but smile at her idiot of a best friend.

He kissed her cheek while discreetly looking at the guy behind.

She never really thought the phrase "melting in someone's arms" could be said literally until that very moment. Or maybe until he lowered his right hand a bit, which was now almost grabbing her ass.

Jax noticed that they were not being watched anymore so he slowly removed his hands from her body.

"Is he still looking?" (Y/N) asked oblivious.

"Um, yes" he lied while whispering seductively in her ear. He kissed her check yet again and then gave her a smile while brushing the top of her nose with his index finger.

"C'mon let's go teach this fucker a lesson" he said finally and they started heading hand in hand towards the group of people a few feet behind them.

The conversation was going pretty well until Jax and Noah started talking to each other.

"Don't listen to her, she's definitely getting that promotion. She's the best at what she does" the dark-haired guy said.

"I know, she's always humble like that."

"Besides our boss loves her."

"Who doesn't?" Jax had already put an arm around her shoulder and she looked at him playfully.

"Exactly."

"Noah, stop!" she mumbled all shy.

"What? It's true. I mean, you hang around with bikers for Christ's sake, that alone is proof that you could get along with anyone" he laughed. It wasn't a secret that (Y/N) was a friend of SAMCRO but even if it was, showing up with Jax Teller as her boyfriend would make it pretty obvious anyway.

"And I know that the type of girls that hang around bikers aren't exactly... well, they're nothing like you, so this only further proves my point."

His derogatory comment about women really started grinding her gears. "What type of girls hang around bikers Noah?" she asked ready to hear more sexist bullshit.

"You know, less clothing... brains... usually junkies... I know for a fact you're nothing like that."

"You don't know what I am" she said calmly trying not to sound too offensive.

"Well, I mean, from what I see. You're intelligent... and classy."

Jax was really not appreciating neither the flirting right in front of him nor the bad comments about his club. Especially since the guy was implying that (Y/N) shouldn't be with someone like Jax.

"Well, me and the guys love her just as she is and because of who she is. And yeah, she is different than the average girl that hangs with us but that's what we love about her; that although she looks innocent and harmless she can put a bunch of bikers at their place when she needs to."

(Y/N) was glad that Jax decided to speak since her response to Noah would've been a whole lot different and more towards the angry side. Also she loved everything Jax had just said about her and couldn't help but wonder if he meant any of it.

"Yeah, I'm just saying that I couldn't imagine her around you and your kind."

Jax was getting angrier by the minute with all these little comments.

"Well, my kind loves her actually. Just as much as I do. You should really come to one of our parties, she would completely change your mind" Jax smirked.

"It's not really... my thing."

"Yeah, I can imagine" Jax said with a voice full of irony. "You know, maybe (Y/N)'s not supposed to be around your kind, have you thought about that?"

Shots fired, she thought and couldn't hide the fact that she was enjoying it, especially when Noah couldn't find something to say in response.

There was some awkward silence for a while which was thankfully interrupted by a guy walking by and greeting both (Y/N) and Noah since he hadn't seen them since he got there.

When he left the tension prior was somewhat forgotten.

"Do you think we should get going?" she asked Jax since it was getting a bit late.

He was enjoying this too much to leave now though, so he told her that they could stay a bit longer.

"Aren't you having a good time love?" Noah asked her with a smirk painted on his face.

Just at the sound of the word love Jax was fuming. Maybe taking his knife holder off his belt wasn't such a good idea after all.

"I'm just a little tired. And I have kind of a headache." It was true. All this tension wasn't giving her a good time.

"Shit, why didn't you tell me earlier babe?" Jax asked her, his tone worried. "Do you wanna leave now?"

"I- If that's okay with you."

"Yeah, of course" he said looking at her eyes, before putting his hands on her cheeks and giving her a small yet passionate kiss.

Surprised was an understatement for what she felt then. The confusion was taken over by the warm fuzzy feeling inside her so she just stood there unable to speak.

"I'll go get our jackets" he winked at her and left quickly.

When they said goodbye to everyone and started heading towards the exit, (Y/N) asked him a question that summarised everything she was feeling after the kiss.

"What the fuck?"

"What?" he pretended he didn't know what she was taking about. He wasn't ready to face the consicuenses. Not yet.

"Jax, what the fuck was that? We didn't agree to this." She sounded mad even if she was dying for this kiss to happen for years. She just didn't imagine their first kiss, if that ever happened, to be... fake.

"If the dude was flirting with you when you were supposed to be with your boyfriend then he had no intentions of leaving you the fuck alone. I had to do it to shut him up. You should be thanking me about this."

They were by his bike now and Jax had a pack of cigarettes in his hand already. He lit one up and started taking big drags out of it, trying to calm himself down.

(Y/N) was waiting for him impatiently as the silence was growing heavier.

"I never asked you to do such thing" she said finally.

"I- I'm sorry okay? The dude was just pissing me off. Talking shit about me and the club and then flirting with you right in front of me. Who does he fucking think he is?" he exclaimed and with a quick motion threw his cigarette to the ground before stepping on it.

So that's what it was huh? Being pissed that someone flirted with 'his girlfriend' in front of him. His 'possession' being claimed by someone else. Which meant that the kiss, apart from being something fake, also happened for all the wrong reasons. (Y/N)'s mind was full of thoughts but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a depressing "Can we just go home?"

And so they did. (Y/N) had spent all the ride home trying to make sense of her thoughts. When she noticed that Jax was about to start following her to the door she stopped him.

"I... I'm kinda tired. Can we do the movie some othe time?"

"Yeah..." he paused, "yeah, sure." The disappointment in his voice was more than apparent. He had obviously noticed the change of her behaviour after the kiss but he would've never thought that she'd indirectly ask him to leave.

He would've also never guessed that this would go on for the following days. She would openly avoid him, making ridiculous excuses not to see him as well as not stepping foot in the clubhouse. Nevertheless he would still try to get in contact with her.

"Hey what's up? I've been trying to call you for 2 hours. Where are you?"

"Sorry, I was working. Had to work some extra hours these past few days and today was no exception."

"Are you at work now? I can come pick you up... go grab some lunch or whatever you're up for."

"I'm almost home now actually. And I'm pretty exhausted... we can arrange it for some other time though."

"I just wanted to talk to you" Jax said quietly.

"About what?"

"I- I don't know... I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. Just wanted to catch up with you."

"I'm sorry Jax..." She couldn't say anything further.

"Can I come over at least?"

"I... um... sure, okay."

God damn it (Y/N) you really need to learn how to say no.

When Jax arrived at her house he hugged her the second he stepped in. The warmth his body emitted as well as his cologne made her knees feel weak.

"What's up babe?" he asked her as he saw the sad expression on her face.

Oh I've just been avoiding my best friend for a week because he showed me that the only reason he'd ever kiss me is to show other men that they shouldn't be fucking with his 'possessions'.

"I'm a little tired. I had been working for hours."

"Shit, I'm sorry... How about that movie we were talking about the other day?" he had his hand on her cheek, "to get your mind off things, huh?" His husky voice and caring attitude made him even harder to resist.

"I was planning on having an early one tonight actually... and my head is killing me, I-"

"You know if you didn't want me to come over you could've just told me" he interrupted her before sighing. "Why are you doing this? You've been avoiding me for days for Christ's sake."

The truth is he obviously knew that her behaviour had changed after the party. He just wanted her to admit it, but when she didn't say a word he had to bring it up himself.

"Was... was me kissing you that bad?" he asked frustrated. "That bad that you have to avoid me without even giving me an explanation?"

She was pretty shocked that he actually took the conversation there.

"We could at least talk about it, you know... not have me trying to guess why it bothered you so much and why we're not even talking to each other all of a sudden" he said with a raised voice.

"I'm sorry Jax... I didn't mean to-" was the only thing she was capable of saying when she realised that she wasn't exactly ready to tell him that the only reason she was angry was the fact that this kiss meant nothing to him. Her eyes started watering.

"The last few days have been hell for me... with the club and my mom and Clay... and the only person I know that always has my back, that I can always turn to, has been avoiding me for a week. If- if I knew you'd hate me for it... a-and what your reaction would be, I would've never done it. I would've never kissed you." He scoffed. "I didn't know this would be the worst thing imaginable for you." The anger in his voice infuriated her as well.

"You really don't fucking get it, do you?" Her stomach was in a knot as she was trying to find the right words to speak. "Good damn it Jax... I just... I didn't want to kiss you under... these circumstances" she said in-between pauses, still not making herself 100% clear.

"You kissed me just because you didn't like that someone was flirting with your 'girlfriend' in front of you. Just to claim back your territory. Like I'm some fucking object."

"What's that supposed to mean? Our goal was to piss the guy off. And we did just that, what's your fucking point?"

"I didn't want our first kiss to be under those circumstances Jax" she spoke even louder than him. He froze when he realised what she had just said. His eyebrows were still furrowed but this time with worry and not anger.

"I just hoped that it could mean something to you" she was calm now, "but it didn't. And that... that's fine. I was just trying to distance myself in order to sort my thoughts out."

"I never told you what it meant to me. I..." he sighed deeply and looked down, unable to continue speaking. The silence was deafening.

"Jax, we've been avoiding... this... for a whole lot of reasons" she said referring to their complicated relationship. "I think it's better if it stays as it is and I know that so do you, I was just... a little surprised when it happened. That's all. And I know that avoiding you was not right, I'm sorry, but that shit hurts, okay? and distancing myself was the only thing that made sense to me."

"Well, finding an excuse to kiss you was what made sense to me. And doing it with the safety net that we're just 'pretending' felt like it might could've hurt less."

"Well, it didn't."

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