#herman kozik x you

[drabbles-mc]

Reminders

Herman Kozik x GN!Reader

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

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

Prompt: lake

Word Count: 200

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#soa #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #kozik #herman kozik #kozik x reader #kozik x you #herman kozik x reader #herman kozik x you #x reader #x reader fic #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[bullet-prooflove]

Hold My Girl: Herman Kozik x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[reaperandscythe]

Sons Masterlist

Tig Trager x Juice Ortiz

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Tig Trager x Venus Van Dam

° Broken Needle 💉 (if you squint)

Juice Ortiz x Ron Tully

° Broken Needle

Chibs Telford x Juice Ortiz

° Broken Needle 💉 (if you squint)

Chibs Telford x Tig Trager

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Tig Trager x Herman Kozik

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Happy Lowman x Tig Trager

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#chibs telford #happy lowman #juice ortiz #sons of anarchy #tig trager #fanfiction #chibs telford fanfiction #tig trager fanfiction #Herman Kozik #happy lowman fanfiction

[hoewkeye]

ahh i’m so excited to see it!! i’m such a lana fan! 💁🏼‍♀️ would i be able to request a Kozik x reader thing with a song from Paradise? thank you!!! 🥳

ahhhh I’m glad you liked it! Do you mean Herman Kozik? I’d loooove to write for him. Can you just tell me which song you’d like? 

#blue answers #flowercrowns-goodvibes

[queencfwolves-archive]

tag dump 2/?

x. us against the world. pastrepentance

x. if dads had been flowers ; i would’ve picked you. haloaflame

x. i don’t want to do this without my brother. unholymayhem

x. you are not an anchor to hold me down; nor the sail to take me there; you are the guiding light whose love shows me the way. kinghailed

x. he set fire to the world around him ; but never let a flame touch me. belfastbutcher

x. the bubbles to my blossom. starsdisappeared

x. the buttercup to my blossom. emperatrizmaya

x. this is my family ;  i found it all on my own. it's little ; and broken ; but still good. samcro & co

x. it takes a real princess to disrespect a king. gavelcorrupted

x. when my world came crushing down time after time ; you were there to pick up a mess you didn’t make. asesinodedios

c. forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain ; even after three times he betrays me. juan carlos ortiz

c. respect any man who can heal a heart he didn’t break ; and raise a daughter he didn’t make. tig trager

c. he is my brother ; it doesn’t matter that we are not related by blood. happy lowman

c. when brother and sister stand shoulder to shoulder ; who stands a chance against us. jax teller

c. she was sent to me when i needed her the most ; an actual angel to save me from myself. lyla winston

c. god gave me you as my cousin because he knew the world would not be able to handle us as sisters. tessa alvarez

c. he’s the type of man you want to go to war beside; not against. herman kozik

#x. us against the world. pastrepentance #x. if dads had been flowers ; i would’ve picked you. haloaflame #x. i don’t want to do this without my brother. unholymayhem #x. you are not an anchor to hold me down; nor the sail to take me there; you are the guiding light whose love shows me the way. kinghailed #x. he set fire to the world around him ; but never let a flame touch me. belfastbutcher #x. the bubbles to my blossom. starsdisappeared #x. the buttercup to my blossom. emperatrizmaya #x. this is my family ; i found it all on my own. it's little ; and broken ; but still good. samcro & co #x. it takes a real princess to disrespect a king. gavelcorrupted #x. when my world came crushing down time after time ; you were there to pick up a mess you didn’t make. asesinodedios #c. forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain ; even after three times he betrays me. juan carlos ortiz #c. respect any man who can heal a heart he didn’t break ; and raise a daughter he didn’t make. tig trager #c. he is my brother ; it doesn’t matter that we are not related by blood. happy lowman #c. when brother and sister stand shoulder to shoulder ; who stands a chance against us. jax teller #c. she was sent to me when i needed her the most ; an actual angel to save me from myself. lyla winston #c. god gave me you as my cousin because he knew the world would not be able to handle us as sisters. tessa alvarez #c. he’s the type of man you want to go to war beside; not against. herman kozik

[crimsonheart01]

#42 with Kozik I’m pregnant

42. “I’m pregnant”

NOTE: Prompts are now closed. Thank you to everyone who sent in their requests

You twirled the test between your fingers. This was wholly unexpected. You never thought kids were in the cards for you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them, it was more a situation of you having never thought about having them. It wasn’t something you dwelled on. Not like other women. You knew that you loved babysitting Abel, and you didn’t mind all the prying questions you got from other Old Ladies. You always laughed them off, not thinking about it any further. You were in entirely foreign territory. This was a topic neither you nor Kozik had ever brought up. You had no idea how he felt about kids in general, not to mention having one of his own. 

You sighed and picked up the whole trash can. Going around the side of the house you dumped it’s contents into the main garbage bin and then tossed the positive test in with it. Bringing the bathroom trash back inside, you decided to keep the news to yourself for the time being. You’d call and make an appointment at the hospital. There was a chance that it was a false positive. You didn’t want to incite any panic before you were 100% sure. 

By the end of the week, you’d gone for the blood test and been booked for your first ultrasound. You weren’t sure how it happened, but Tara managed to find out about your news and was excited for you. She probably made the assumption when she saw you booking the ultrasound and when you didn’t deny it she had her answer. You immediately made her promise to keep it quiet. At least until you told Kozik. You didn’t want anyone else knowing before him. 

You’d been carrying the news around all alone and still weren’t sure how to bring it up with Koz. There was still so much going on around here, and you didn’t want to complicate matters. There was also the underlying matter of jail time. The boys were getting out in a few months and you saw the stress of Jax being inside and how it was effecting Tara and her pregnancy. It shone a light on a very strong possibility for what your future could look like. 

You were puttering around the kitchen, trying to keep yourself busy and not stuck in your head. Kozik was in the living room with the TV on and every time you approached the room, your heart dropped into your stomach and you backed away again. You’d never been this nervous about anything before in your life. Closing your eyes and inhaling you decided to push through the anxiety. Rip off the band aid as it were. 

“Koz?” You called as you walked into the living room. 

“Hmmm?” He answered, extending his arm for you to snuggle against him. 

You sighed, thankful that he was as clueless as he was at the moment. You sank into the couch and laid your head on his shoulder. He tightened his hold and squeezed your upper arm. You stared at the TV for a moment before blurting out the news. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Kozik’s body tensed but he didn’t move. You waited for some other kind of response but when nothing came, you sat up. His arm dropped to his side and you found him in a catatonic state. He was frozen in shock and staring off in the distance. You rounded the couch and sat down on the coffee table, blocking his view of the TV. HIs eyes remained distant. 

“Kozik?” You tried to get his attention but he stayed still. 

You gave it one last try and shouted, “Herman!” 

Nothing. Shit. Your nerves shot through you and you felt horrible. This wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. You reached for you phone and pulled it out. You keyed in Tara’s number and prayed she’d answer. On the second ring she picked up and you shivered. 

“Tara,” You whispered, “I think I broke him.” 

Tara chuckled a bit and then asked you a few questions. For the entire conversation Kozik didn’t move. You were beginning to worry that he was going to need to go to the hospital. That all his organs were shutting down. Tara gave you a bit of advice that you hoped would worked. You thanked her and hung up. You placed your phone on the table beside you and reached for Kozik’s hands. 

You squeezed his hands between yours and murmured, “You’re going to be a dad.” 

You waited a moment and that seemed to get through to him. He blinked a few times before switching his gaze to yours. 

He swallowed and in a quiet voice, repeated, “I’m going to be a dad?”

You nodded, tears starting to well in your eyes. Kozik noticed the panic in your eyes and he jumped up and gathered you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and apologized. 

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He shouted again, excited. 

You sighed in relief and he cupped your face and planted a passionate kiss to your mouth. You laughed when he pulled away. 

“My first ultrasound is on Wednesday.” You mentioned. “You can come with me, if you want.”

His smile lit up the room, “Of course!” 

#cherieann-2001 #crimsonanswers #herman kozik #kozik imagines #kozik imagine #herman kozik imagines #herman kozik imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy imagines #soa imagine #soa imagines #samcro imagine #samcro imagines #samcro #soa #redwood original #kozik soa #kozik x reader #kozik x you #herman kozik x you #herman kozik x reader

[thoughtsoftheantagonist]

A Song for You

AN: I am super late posting and I'm sorry. lol This week has been jampacked for me but here it is the wedding is at the end of this and i hope you enjo. Let me know your thoughts.

Chapter Thirteen

Joy POV

She hadn't felt this light since the day she met Juan, they were headed for the barn for the meeting and she had found her thoughts clear and for the first time in what seemed like months she wasn't terrified of what was going to happen next. That might come to bite her in the ass later but right now she was enjoying it, the only thing she was missing was Juan and tomorrow was meant to be their wedding. She had been so focused on everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours that she felt like she rarely had a second to miss him or let the fact that she would be Joy Ortiz come midnight tomorrow, she hated that but she knew he would be thankful she had been distracted. He hated her in pain, pulling up to the barn she parks beside Chibs, pulling her helmet off she stands and makes her way to her father's side, grinning as he plans a quick kiss of greeting to the top of her head as Jax walls up. “ What's up?” she moves to Chibs side, letting his arm rest on her shoulder she eyes the crates in the van “Got one of each big gun in the back of the van.” Jax nods, patting her father on the arm as they all walk towards the van, Jax points to her and her dad as he talks “Okay, good. You and Joy take a walk, all right? Make sure none of the Wahewa are around.” they both nod and she breaks away from Chibs, following her father into the wooded area, her eyes narrowed and bouncing around she make sure no other person was around.

She almost jumps when her father's voice breaks the silence. “How are you girl? Sleep ok? I was gone before you got up.” She sighs, her fingers twirling the ends of her curls “As good as I can be. Showed Jax the letters. The fall out wasn't as horrible as I was expecting. He is in a rage about Clay, feels betrayed and is now watching his mother closely which is good. Gemma needs to get a fucking hobby.” Her father chuckles and tosses a twig he yanked off a tree at her leg. She smirks and flips him off. “He plans to kill Clay dad. And we aren't gonna stop him.” she glances at her father, seeing his shoulders slump she hates how this affects him. This club is one of the biggest focuses in his life next to her and grandma. These men are brother in everything but blood, so to know one is up for death is hard. She will admit to some part of her wishing Clay hadn't done this. But he did, he put this on himself. She walks over to her father, wrapping her arm around his waist he wraps his heavy, ink splatter arm across her shoulders as they walk back to the barn.They make it to the barn time for Romeo to pull up, she nods her head towards the man as they all walk into the barn, she and her father stood off to the side, eyes never staying in one place too long. She and her father both turn to watch the door as the Kings finally arrive, fashionably late she guess, the fuck did they think they were?

She resigns herself to a long meeting, but once Gaalan realizes Clay isn't in attendance things quickly turn ugly. The way Gaalan eyes Jax she can't help but move her hand towards her kabar, but she is stopped by her father. Glancing up at him she sees his eyes are still on Jax and Gaalan, but he slowly shakes his head before releasing her hand. Fine, she would stand down until told otherwise, she watches the introductions between the Irish and Romeo with some faint amusement. Gaalan looks to her like a pouting child as he shakes hands with Romeo and Torres before turning his full attention back to Jax. “When will Clay be back on his feet?” Jax shakes his head, stepping closer to the taller Irishman “It's hard to say right now. We're up to speed on schedules and routes so I'll be able to talk you through everything.” She knows Jax did his homework, things would go smoothly with him at the wheel, but it seems Gaalan wasn't having that shit “No, you won't. I made it very clear to Clay the only way this deal happens is if he's running it.”

She was so fucking tired of men like Gaalan, it was on his time or no time, his way or the highway. And honestly she was about ready to kill the smug bastard herself, she feels her father latch onto the back of her shirt, she didn't even notice she had taken a small step forward. Lucky for her only her father noticed. Jax had enough to deal with already and now Gaalan wants to play the pissed off teen, but Jax handles it better than she thought he would, taking a moment to get his mouth in check he replies “Galen, we run things as a club. We can make this work without Clay.” the smirk on Gaalan’s face makes her bare her teeth, the man is a dick, smarmy and smug “It's not just about making it work. It's about trust. I have little in you, and less in them. When Clay is back at the table, we can discuss the deal. Until then, there is none.” She watches them walk away, her good mood from earlier shattered to pieces on the floor, she watches Chibs calm Jax down before Romeo steps into his space. She couldn't hear anything but she sees Jax nod and tell everyone to step out.

She nods, turning she gets to the door but before she can get out she is stopped my Romeo. “Not you. You and Jax stay.” She turns around, her eyes wide as she looks at Jax and Romeo, Jax's seemed just as confused if not more so then she was. She hugs her father, feeling him slip something into the inner pocket of her cut before she pulls away, making her way to Jax's side, she watches Romeo silently signal his men to close off the doors, sticking close to Jax's side her eyes never stop moving, she wasn't sure why they had her stay behind but she had a very, very bad feeling. As she counts how many gunmen were up in the rafters Jax lays it all on the table. “Look, I'm sorry. We really thought we could pull this off. Truth is we're in over our heads. I know Clay thought we could make this work, but we can't. We're not drug mulers, big arms dealers. We're small-time, man. We can't do this anymore.” six gunmen up top and one at each barn door. She finally looks back at the two men before her and Jax and what she sees confuses her, a silent Conversation that lasts no more than a second before the men are pulling badges from their pockets “I’m afraid we're at cross purposes, Mr. Teller.” She feels her stomach fall out of her ass, CIA…..well the NCS but still Jesus fuck they had been mulling for the underarm of the CIA.

She can't help but release a panic filled chuckle, slapping a hand over her mouth as Jax curses “Oh, shit.” Her hand slides down and she narrows her eyes at Romeo as he speaks “Otto Delaney did sell you out. U. S. Attorney was gonna crush this meet with RICO. We stopped them because we need this relationship to continue. CIA is subsidizing Galindo. We need the money from the coke and the Irish guns to do that.” she runs her hands through her tangled curls and sighs. “Control the drugs you control the politics. Jesus fuck.” She yanks her hands from her hair, her brain like a loose freight train, barreling down the tracks at high speed as Jax tries to reason with Romeo “ You just heard O'Shay. He won't deal with me.” The men shrug him off “Then you better make sure Clay gets well. Soon. Because if you don't, we'll give RICO the green light.” Her dad and Juan in jail, her club destroyed, Able and Thomas without a father. Jax seemed to be caught up in the same spiral as she was, moving in front of him she takes over “Do the Feds have Bobby and Juan?” she already knew they had Juan, but she didn't want to expose how much she already knew to them.

Romeo gives her a look of bullshit sympathy and shakes his head “Just Munson, we have no idea where your fiancé is Ms. Lowman.” She knew he was lying but she fixed her face to look as distressed as possible by the news as he continues “Mr.Munson is who Delaney gave up to establish history. U. S. Attorney has more than enough to indict. When things are running smoothly with the Irish I'll do my best to get Munson clear of all the charges.” She looks you At Jax as he finally pulls himself together, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he steps closer to the three of them “Look, whoever replaces Clay might not want this. Samcro could vote the cartel down.” the look on Romeos face as he stares Jax down makes her heartbreak as he says “It's not gonna happen because you will be taking the reins. And all this stays between us. If anyone else finds out the club, your families, we'll crush your MC.” he had almost made it out, the look of devastation on Jax's face makes her clench her fist in rage for her brother. All he wanted was his old lady and his boys out of here, now it would never happen, and again it all came down to them.

Staring at the ground she freezes, pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in rapid succession, looking up at the two men with cold, rage-filled eyes she puts a hand to Jax's chest and moves him back so she is in front of him “Did you know that Clay wanted Tara dead? Were you the ones he hired? Where you the ones who cut me open!?” she feels her body shaking, Jax's hands move to rest on her shoulders but she roughly shoves them off, her eyes locked on Romeos. “He thought she knew too much about our business. We wouldn't have hurt her and you weren't meant to be there.” she snarls, stepping into Romeos face “ I was there and your men cut me open. Tara has a cast up to her knee because of you bastards.” She lets Jax wrap his arm around her stomach, pinning to arms to her sides as he yanks her back roughly into his chest as Luis tries to explain “We were going to debrief her and you. Keep you both in protective custody. If you hadn't fought them you both would be fine Ms.Lowman” She stares at him in disbelief, if she hadn't…..what fucking logic was that. Romeo steps between Luis, her and Jax. She tries to wriggle out of Jax's hold but he just clinched her tighter. “I'm sorry for what happened. But we've gotta ask, is she a threat?” her eyes lock with his and she hisses through her teeth “She knew nothing about you. Clay used you to Handle a family argument. He isn't mentally stable, this had fuck all to do with the cartel.” Romeo keeps their eyes locked, testing to see if she was lying. Apparently, he saw the truth there stepping back from them he looks between her and Jax, his stance relaxed but his eyes, bore into her as he speaks not just to her but to Jax “What you're thinking, what you're feeling bury it, both of you. Because if Clay goes away, so do you two and all your brothers. We'll be in touch.”

Once they leave she sags against Jax, letting him turn her she wraps her arms around his waist, her face buried into his Chest as she sobs, she could feel him shaking, his face hidden in the top of her head, she could feel the wet splatter of tears as he held her. Her brother was caught, he wouldn't be able to leave without watching this club burn. And she knew he wouldn't let it happen. Turning her face she whispers into the fabric of his shirt “I'll figure this out Jaxs. I promise I'll get you out of here.” he says nothing, just clenches her tight and presses a kiss to her head before releasing her and taking off outside. She watches him go, her heart breaking for the man he could have been, and the man he will become because of this.

Juice POV

He was currently watching the shield, wasn't really his kinda show but it was something to think about other then the RICO crackdown. He had prayed, for the first time in a long fucking time that Joy or Hap hadn't been there, but he knew it was futile. After the failed abduction Joy had told him her and Jax were closer. As if the near-death experience created a bond between them, normally he would feel worried or paranoid of something between them but not Joy. Something in him knew that Joy would never love someone like she loved him, Jax was a brother, she saved his old lady and the mother of his child with no thought of herself. His girl was a hero to Jax, and he was glad she did it. Even if she would now have a scar for it, he doubt she cared all that much. He is broken from his thoughts as the cell door swings open, he eyes Eli as he closes the door, his face is a mask but his eyes refuse to meet Juan's. His heart drops “Shit. How many guys did they arrest? Joy? Hap? Fuck say something!” Roosevelt finally looks at him, his body sags again the wall as the man finally replies “None. Happy and Joy Lowman are fine. It didn't happen. RICO's gone away for now. They'll be cutting you loose soon.”

He sits up, his hands rested on his lap as he lets it wash over him, Joy is fine, Hap is fine, the club isn't in Jail. His hand comes up to roughly scrub over his Mohawk as he looks at Roosevelt in disbelief “What does that mean for me?” he takes in the man's haggard appearance, he finds himself wanted to ask the man if he is ok. But he shakes that off quickly as the man replies “Means the U. S. Attorney doesn't have any leverage on you. Intel on your daddy's been purged.” his eyes glance at the file in Roosevelt's hand he hadn't noticed before. He feels his face go blank as it's opened to him. His old mugshot stares back at him a lot side the photo of his father, smiling his smile back at him. Roosevelt tosses the open file onto the cot in front of his feet, his eyes jump from his father back up to Roosevelt “That is the only proof. Thought I'd give you the satisfaction of tearing it up.” Eli turns to leave, he leans back against the wall, his eyes watching the man for a moment and before he can stop himself he asks “Why you doing this?”

Eli stops, turning to the side the man rubs a hand over his face before locking eyes with him “It's simple. You're a criminal. You do bad shit. I'm a cop. I stop you. I just wanna get back to that. Plus, I don't have a gift for your wedding. That's mine to both of you.” all the anger, the worry, the sleepless nights where he would just watch Joy sleep in fear he would be put away because of Roosevelt and his bullshit, seemed to drain from his bones. Leaning his head back against the wall, he nodded “Yeah, okay. But, you should know Joy will skin you if you don't at least bring money in a card.” He smirks at the tired chuckle that gets from the officer. The moment is broken as the ATF agents open the cell door, he was going home. He nods to Roosevelt and gets to work slipping his shoes on. Hold on Joy. I'm coming home baby.

Hour time jump

Pulling up to the house he sees Hap outside with Sonny. Crouching he grins as Sonny rushes for his legs, he scratches the pup under his chin and behind his ears as Hap walks over to him. “You good kid?” he nods and grabs the hand offered to him as hap yank him up, holding sonny he heads inside and he instantly looks around for his girl. Looking down the hall he sees their door closed and gave Hap a look of confusion. “Why is she napping at four in the afternoon?” he puts down sonny, following hap into the kitchen, grabbing a seat at the island he watches his soon to be father in law rummage around in Joys cut laid on the kitchen island before tossing something his way which he catches easily. Looking down in his hand he sees a recorder, looking back up at Hap he tilts his head as the man finally talks “I want you to hold all your questions until I get all this out. A whole lot of shit went down while you were in holding.” he nods, putting the recorder on the kitchen island. Giving hap his full attention. “First I'm going to tell you the whole truth.”

For the next half hour, he was brought up to speed on everything. Piney being murdered, Clay being the one who did it. Opie finding out and Jax and Joy saving him from killing Clay, but not being fast enough to stop the shooting, Clay being in the hospital in critical condition and finally Jaxs knowing about the letters. So much had happened and if he was honest he was glad he was sitting, his mind was having issues taking it all in. A part of him was grieving Piney while another part was angry Clay was still alive. He is broken from his thoughts when Hap snaps at him “Hey focus we are almost done.” he sighs and scrubs his hands over his face and nods for Hap to continue. Hap tosses him a water and grabs one for himself before continuing. “At the meet today Gaalan showed his pale Irish ass like the bitch he is, Apparently he and Clay had an agreement that if Clay wasn't in the driver's seat of this deal he wasn't riding shotgun. After he left like a pouty little bitch Romeo asked Jax and oddly enough Joy to stay….” Hap stops his story as they both hear the back bedroom door open. The sound of small shuffling feet on the hardwood make him grin. He watches Joy shuffle around the corner, her hair is a tangled mess on her head, wearing a pair of sweats and one of her father's largest sweats she was the prettiest thing he had seen all day.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she sees him sitting at the island and quickly shuffles over to him, he turns to her just as she gets to him. Standing between his knees she snuggles into his chest and he wraps her up in his arms, closing his eyes he nuzzles his face into the wild curls at the top of her head letting the bed warm clothes and skin comfort and calm his raising thoughts, like only she could. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, her face in his chest, her arms around him and her sneaky hands under the back of his shirt. His face in her fragrant curls, but when they finally came back to reality Hap was gone, a note left on the Kitchen Island where he had been. He snatches up the note as Joy nuzzles her face into his neck, her soft lips kissing and nipping at his skin. Reading the note he chuckles 

Tried to tell you both Jax called but apparently, you both went deaf. He wants Joy to meet him at the hospital about Clay. I'm gonna chill at the club house. Joy should fill you in on the last bit of the meeting since it was just her and Jaxs. Or so she thought. I took the recorder with me….insurance for tonight.

P.s The wedding is tomorrow. No grandkids yet asshole.

He hands the note to Joy, watching her snicker and ball up the note, placing it on the kitchen island, he grabs her face tilting her head back until she locked eyes with him. He could see she had been crying, pressing kisses to each of her eyes he sighs. “Tell me what happened baby.” She grabs his wrists, not moving his hands from her face but just holding onto him “Romeo and Luis are CIA. They are using Galindo to take over Lobo, you control the drugs you control the politics there. But what got me was that…..it was them. They tried to kidnap Tara, fucking Clay hired them to kill her. And in their words ‘I wasn't meant to be there’ I lost my shit, Juan. I thought I was going to die that day and Torres actually had the balls to say ‘If you hadn't fought back you both would be fine and would have been debriefed and safe in custody.’ like I was actually meant to know I wasn't about to be killed, tortured or…..or….” he hated seeing his girl so fucking distressed. Her pretty golden eyes filled with tears as she seemed to stare through him, her mind replacing what actually happened with what might have happened had she and Tara didn't fight back. He had to snap her out if it, he yanks her into his chest again, one of his hands rubbing her back as he tried to calm her. His strong woman brought to sobs by this pissed him off, now that ATF wasn't going to swoop in and take him and his club he was going to handle this. Gently he pulls her from his chest, giving her a weak smile as he sees her now calm face. 

He brushes both his hands over her curls as she continues “After that, we found out that ATF had you and Bobby. Otto fucking flipped on Bobby because he lied about Georgie. Romeo said as long as this deal goes through he will work on getting Bobby cleared. But with Gaalan not wanting to work with anyone but Clay we have to let him live.” He hated it but he knew they had to do it. Any respect or love he had for Clay was gone the second he sent someone after Tara. If he was honest he had lost a lot of his faith in the man when Donna was killed, he had blamed Tigs blind faith in Clay for a long time until he realized, Tig was doing his Job, it was Clay who pointed him in the direction. He looks back down at Joy and feels his heartbreak, he hates how tears stream down her cheeks and her face turns blotchy and dark red as she tries to explain through her tears.  “And Jax pointed out whoever takes Clays place might not want the cartel. They basically told him that he had to take Clay's place or they would let RICO take everyone in. Jax worked so fucking hard to leave Juan. It's killing him to know he might have to watch Tara leave with the boys.” She was sobbing against and honestly thinks his heart is breaking, he shhh’s her, standing he lifts her up onto the island, pressing a kiss to her overheated cheek he moves quickly to the sink and rummage around in the drawers for a rag, once he finds one he wettings it with cold water he rushes back to Joys side,gently places the cold cloth to her cheek.

He lets her breath and hiccup as he presses the cold cloth to her red cheeks, forehead and over her eyes. He could feel her hands gripping the sides of his shirt, he hated how much she took onto herself and when she couldn't fix everything how she hoped she gets defended so deeply, she took it as something she did wrong when no one, not even Jax saw something like this happening.  Once she is breathing easier, and the red in her cheeks had calmed to a dull pink he puts the now warm rag on the counter, using his hands he makes her look at him. Her eyes are red-rimmed and so fucking defeated, he sighs “In this life. We do the best we can and then we die baby. Don't give me that look you know I'm right.” he chuckles as she gives him a narrowed look before arching a manicured brow at him “You do so much for this club, for me, your father and your grandmother. But you can't fix everything wrong. Though you sure as fuck try.” he grins when her lip ticks at the side, pulling her face to his pecks those pretty pouty lips before continuing “All anyone can do it try. Try to keep going, Try to keep ourselves alive and make this life a good one. You did all you could for Jax and his family baby but this is not your fault, all we can do is what we always do. Take this shit by the horns and deal with it. No more tears, no more doubt. It's not just you anymore, it never really was. But I'll make damn sure you see that from now on. Got me?”

Joy POV

Sitting on the cold marble of the kitchen island, eye level with this man she feels the spiral of blame and anger dissipate. She turns her face into his palm, kissing the center as she slides her hands under the sides of his shirt, feeling the warm hard muscles under her fingers. She had missed him so much, no one could shake her from her self-doubt like him. Love blooms in her chest as she replies “Have I ever told you what it does to me when you get strong and protective on me?” she smirks into his palm as he laughs, his answering grin is wide and full of teeth, god how she loved his smile. He drops his hands from her face to settle on her hips, he yanks her forward, her thighs cradling his hips as he speaks in the skin of her neck where he had nuzzled his face. “Maybe once or twice. But it never hurts to hear what I do to you. So please tell me again?” Arousal curls in the pit of her stomach as he bites down where her shoulder meets her neck, the moment is broken when his fingers attack her sides, she shrieks and tries to pull away from him, Sonny races over and barks from his place at Juan's feet. After a moment she is a laughing, whimpering mess as Juan stops his assault, she leans heavily against him as she tries to calm herself.

But sadly the real world was calling her. She reluctantly untangles herself from him, and slides off the island, looking up at him she smiles softly “As much as I would love to show you just how much it effects me. I need to meet Jax. I know you just got home but I would like you to come with me, I don't want to be away from you for a while.” She hates how needy she sounds but Juan, fucking bless him. He just grins and nods. “Let me take a quick shower and change. Send Jax a text and tell him to give us thirty minutes and you will be there.” she smiles and takes the quick kiss he bestows on her before walking past her with a quick tap to ass. She giggles and goes to sit on the couch, she didn't see a need to change, slip on some shoes and she was ready to go, grabbing her phone to text Jax as she waits for Juan.

Thirty minutes later

They had decided to take Juan's bike, she had curled herself around him tightly as he drove to the hospital, it felt good to be close to him again. She never thought she would be one of those people who missed someone after being away for a day, especially with the year they were apart while he was in Stockton, but maybe she had gotten spoiled by having him close. Pulling up she could see Jax and Tigs bikes here but no one else. Hand in hand she and Juan made it to the waiting room where Jax was waiting. She smiles as Jax greets Juan with a quick hug, she takes her hug and head kiss in greeting before asking Jax “Ready for this?” Jax sighs “Honestly. I'm not sure. Juicy you staying out here?” she glances at Juan and sees him grinning softly at her “This is something you two need you do for your sake. Joy can make her own choices without me there.” she knew she looked like a fool with hearts in her eyes as she gazed at Juan.  Walking over to him she holds his face in her hands, taking his lips regardless of who's watching she melts into him. The past few hours of anger, hate, self-doubt and worthlessness was gone, almost as if they were never really there. Her head was clear and she pulls herself from him panting, looking up at him she smiles “I love you Juan.” he nods and gently shoves her towards the door where Jax was waiting for her.

Jax grins and wraps an arm around her shoulder, leading her through the white sterile hall towards Clays room. She sees Tig and gives him a small hesitant grin, She had worried that the way they left each other today had made things strained but from the wink he gives her she knows everything is ok between them, he just has some things he needs to work out for himself. Tig's bright blue eyes bounce between her and Jax as he asks “What did Romeo want?” she was surprised that question didn't send her into another spiral but Juan's words keep repeating in her head over and over ‘All anyone can do it try. Try to keep going, try to keep ourselves alive and make this life a good one.’ He was right. She had put so much pressure on herself to give Jax every chance and the facts he needed to either stay or go that she didn't really how consumed by it she had been, she had traded her pain of missing Juan for focusing on Jax and it had taken a huge chunk out of her ass. One pain for another focus isn't healthy.

Glancing at the man in question she sees his eyes locked on the man currently laid out on the hospital bed. She hadn't taken time to actually look at Clay, the normally giant man seemed to have deflated. Broken and pale in sleep she feels nothing, not rage, not sadness or sympathy. He might as well be a stranger…..and if she was honest he basically was at this point. Everything he had ever said to her had been called into question since the kidnap attempt, she was reading between the lines of everything now and she felt as if he had succeeded in killing some part of her, an innocence she didn't know she still possessed. She keeps her eyes on Clay as Jax speaks to Tig over her head “I'll fill everyone in. Chapel, 8:00.” Tig stands, planting a kiss on the side of her head he moves towards the door as Jax asks him “How's he doing?” she hoped the bastard was miserable. “He's in and out. I'll give you guys a minute with him. I'll call the others, tell them about church.” She finally takes her eyes off the man in the bed and graces Tig with a grin “Juan's in the waiting room if you wanna say hi.”He nods and closes the door. She watches the blank face Jax had been holding in place vanish, his lip curls as his eyes sweep over Clay, glancing at her he nods towards the door and window.

She doesn't need to be told twice. Locking the door she draws down the blinds as a noise startles her and Jax, who quickly hid away the needle Tara had given him as Clay awakens, sliding the oxygen mask from his face he pants out “Son. Joy?” she watches all hope leave Jax's eyes before he locks eyes with her. She knew then he would stay, he would watch his kids and his old lady leave this place and him in the dust, Clay had to live for this club too. She nods and grabs Clays Cut from the chair where it hung as Jax presses his Black Kabar to Clay's throat. The voice that comes from Jax is calm, deadly and honestly scares the shit out of her “I read the letters. I know you killed my father. Piney. You tried to kill Tara and almost killed my sister in arms.” Clays eyes frantically move between her face and Jax's as he grunts “Please.Son.” she smirks as Jax cuts him off, his voice brokers no argument “Don't call me that. The only reason I am not slicing you open right now is because I need this cartel deal to happen and those prick Irishmen won't deal with anyone else.”

Clay stares at Jax, trying to appeal to him, he is a day late and a dollar short. “You gotta let me tell you both…..” Jax chuckles and if she is honest she feels her blood chill, she can see the new man in him and her hatred for Clay resurfaces. Gone was her carefree brother, in his place was emerging a president, cold and calculating. She planned to watch this man closely, she wasn't ready to lose him to his rage. “No. You're done telling me anything. Now I tell you. You're stepping down as president. You can sit at the table. You can have a vote. But that's it. You keep the Irish happy and you stay out of my goddamn way. If you don't I'll let the club read the letters. And I let Opie tell everyone you murdered his old man.” Jax moves away from Clay, keeping the Kabar at his throat he look back at her “Come here. Hold this while I do something.” She steps forward, holding the knife to his neck she grins down at him as he tries to sit up, to speak to Jax but she tilts the blade and shakes her head “Careful old man. Never was good at shaving with a razor, I might cut you.” she smirks as she speaks to Jax as he tosses Clays Cut over his leg, working on removing the President patch one stitch at a time “Who gave you the letters? Gemma? Jax please lis…..” She tilts his head back, watching his blood pebble along the top of the blade, she snarls “No asshole. You were so worried about Tara and Piney you failed to see the real threat was me. I gave Jax the letters, all of them. So Gemma is in the shit house next to you. I want you to stay away from Jax's family, Gemma and mine as well. Don't think about anyone of them or I'll finish what I'm starting right now.” she knows she looks crazed as she watches a line of blood flow from the cut she had just given him, she watches it stain his the top of his hospital gown as she locks eyes with him “I will hang you from your ankles and slice from nose to naval, Ed Gein style. Do you understand me Clay?” he takes a moment before before he speaks “Yeah. I gotta ya.”

She feels Jax's hand on her shoulder, softly pulling her away from Clay, she rocks the knife against his wound as she pulls it away. A dark part of her rejoicing in the hiss of pain it draws from him. Handing the Kabar to Jax she steps back as he throws Clays Cut across his chest. The man sees his President patch missing and locks eyes with Jax “You may as well kill me.” She heads for the door as Jax speaks to the pathetic excuse of a man on the bed “You're already dead.” she hears him spit before she feels him behind her, walking out they don't make it halfway down the hall before Gemma around the corner. She curls her lip at the woman before looking up at Jax, she silently arches a brow, asking if he wants her to leave. With a reluctant nod, she heads down the hall past the older woman, ignoring her as she gives Joy a wide breach. She makes it to the waiting room where she sees Tig and Juan in a deep conversation, she makes her way to Juan's side, her hand rubbing his neck as he talks. Tig glances up at her and grabs her hand “You ok sweetheart?” she squeezes his hand, giving him an honest smile “I am actually. Now that this one is home.” she smirks as Juan stands next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek she turns to him “Ready to go? I'm starving. Wanna eat before church.” he checks his watch and nods, they got a good two hours before church. “Yeah let me go take a piss and we can go.” She looks down at the still sitting Tig and grins “Wanna come? Burgers on me?” Tig chuckles and stands as well, giving her hand a squeeze as Juan takes off for the bathroom. “No thanks doll. Think I'll head to the clubhouse. Wait out the other guys.” she nods, watching him head towards the door she calls out his name, waiting for him to turn she smiles “You know even though your an asshole. I love you like an uncle right?” he grins “I know kids I love you too.” even with all the shit that had happened these past few days, the constant hits, fails and bumps in this clubs road it was nice to know that some things won't ever change.

Hour time jump

She smirks as she tosses another fry at Juan. Cackling loudly when he catches it with his mouth. She takes a bite of her bacon burger as he finished his wraps. Swallowing she sighs “My dress finally fucking came in. I was having a panic attack that it wouldn't be in before the wedding. It fits perfect, can't wait to see your face when I walk down the aisle.” She fakes a deer in the headlights look, dodging the balled up napkin he tosses at her. Taking a sip of her Pepsi she winks at him “Cake is done, the Wahewa will have our spot cleared up the day for the guys to go set up  of and everything is perfect. All you have to do is show up tomorrow and marry me.” she giggles as he leans across the the table, kissing her forehead before dropping. Back into his seat “All this shit going down. And you still find time to plan a wedding, how the fuck did you pull that off?” he steals another of her fries, smirking as she misses smacking his hand by inches “I'm a woman Juan we are born multitaskers.” he rolls his eyes as she smirks “Gemma, Tara and Lyla….before she vanished were a huge help honestly. Speaking of friends. Have you talked to Chibs about being your best man yet?” she shoves the last of her burger in her mouth as she waits for a reply, when one isn't given she narrows her eyes when Juan's eyes refuse to meet hers, she hisses through her teeth “Juan Carlos our wedding is tomorrow afternoon!” he groans and tilts his head back “I know I know. I'll talk to him tonight I swear. Please don't be angry.” She tries to keep her glare but the big puppy eyes aimed at her crack her in seconds “You need to stop spending time with Sonny. He is rubbing off on you.” he smirks and downs the rest of his water. Wiping his face he stands and pulls her up with him, cleaning off the table they make it outside when her regular phone chimes. Looking down she sees a message from Tara.

Can you please come over. I need to talk to someone.

She has a feeling she knew what about, climbing onto the back of Juan's bike she rests her chin on his shoulder “Drop me off at the house? Tara wants to Talk before church so I'll meet you at the clubhouse when I'm done.” he nods and she pulls on her helmet, wrapping her hands around his waist she slides her under the front of his shirt, smirking when she feels his abs clench as her cold fingers trace the drips and curves as they head towards home. By the time they pull up, she can tell he is keyed up and she doesn't even try to hide her smirk when he has to adjust himself as she gets off the back of his bike. “That's mean as hell you know. Get me hard as a fucking rock and leaving me alone.” she tilts her head back and laughs into the night. “That's for taking so fucking long to ask Chibs you jackass. Do it the second you see him.” she yelps when he yanks her towards him by the front of her dad's pullover, He uses his other hand to hold her throat as his lips roughly take hers, his talented tongue teases her mouth open, by the time he pulls away her thighs are clinched and she knows her lips are bruises.

Resting her forehead against his she pants, feeling his hands leave her shirt and throat they find a new home on her ass and she can't help but smile. “I missed that mouth of yours baby girl.” she shivers at the wrecked tone of his voice, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth she pulls away reluctantly. “I missed yours too...daddy.” he tries to grab her again but she is already out of reach and on her own bike. “I'll meet you at the clubhouse. I love you.” she smiles brightly as he curses under his breath. Taking off down the road for Jax and Taras. Pulling up in the driveway she sees Jax is already gone, looking at her phone she sees it's only fifteen past seven so she has some time. She knocks, but after a minute gets no reply, using the key Tara had given her she finds the living room dark, looking down the hall she sees no light there either until movement out of the corner of her eye makes her look into the kitchen.

There Tara sits, a glass of dark amber liquid in a medium glass and she feels horrible as the fluorescent lights show the tear trails on her cheeks. Looking through the cabinets she finds a glass of her own, sitting across from the still silent woman she pours herself a small glass from the bottle of Jack sat between them and sips as she waits. It seemed an age until the somber woman across from her spoke, her eyes on the glass in her hand. “He told me to leave him. Take our boys and leave him here to rot.” she nods, she figured Jax would say that. Just because he had to suffer didn't mean Tara and the boys had too. Tara pours more into her glass before speaking again “He is mine Joy. I have fought reason and the very core of my being to be here, loving him and having this family with him.” Taras soft sobs are heartbreaking, she may be uppity and isn't one hundred percent about the club. But as a woman so deep in love she barely knew where she ended and he began, she felt a kindred spirit in Tara. Loving a man in this life wasn't ever going to be easy, but as a son, she saw more then Tara did, so she had an advantage in a way.

She reaches across the table, grabbing the crying woman's hand. “You have a choice Tara. You listen to Jax, take Abel and Thomas and get the fuck out of this town. Jax will visit he will still be a father to those beautiful boys because he will love them no different then he did  before.” the woman shakes her head, her sobs growing louder. Standing Joy moves around the table and yanks the woman up and grabbing her head she forces her lock eyes with her “Breath. Match my breathing Tara.” the woman's sobs slowly quiet as the tension from her body finally releases, once her sobs quiet you sniffles Joy continues “Or you can keep fighting for him. Stay here. Work at the hospital and raise these boys here. Surrounded by this crazy life but know that any of these men and myself would die to protect them and you. You have seen that first hand. I'm not going to tell you which choice is wrong or right because both have pros and cons. At the end of the day anyone who has shit to say after you make your choice can talk to the end of my Glock. No one but you and Jax matter here. I'm just here to lay down facts.” Tara nods and pulls herself from Joy and cleans up the table. Leaning back against the counter Joy watches her. She silently accepts the kiss to her cheek as Tara passes her, looking down at her watch she sees it's seven thirty. “Church is at eight so I need to go. Take it all in and do what's right for you.” She smiles and pats Taras' shoulder. Heading out to her bike she sighs, she hoped she did the right thing. She refused to make choices for anyone all she can do and would ever do is lay down facts and Tara would have to make choices for herself.

Juice POV

He had walked into the bar to find a few of the guys already waiting, luckily Chibs was one of them. Making his way over to the Scot he claps him on the shoulder “Can I talk to you a minute man?” Chibs gives him a concerned look but nods, making their way over to the couches by the windows, grabbing a seat on the couch he watches Chibs plant himself on the table in front of him, he had let forgot to ask Chibs like he told Joy. If he was honest he just didn't know how to ask without sounding like a dumbass. Chibs snaps him out of his slight panic attack and he chuckles “Sorry man. Look I know this short noticed as fuck but I want you to stand with me tomorrow at the wedding. Be my best man.” the look on Chibs face is blank so out of pure nerves, he continues “I mean ever since I started here I have seen you as a dad. Because ya know I never knew mine that well and any time I fucked up you would let me know and help me fix it and I love you man and and and….are you laughing at me you dick head?”

He had finally realizing that Chibs shoulders were shaking in repressed laughter and he socks the grinning man in the shoulder, laughing himself he leans back into the couch cushion and rubs his hands over his face. “Can't help it when you start one of your long-winded rambles boy. Your face gets this dumb ass look on it when you start to run out of air. Gets me every time.” His leg shots out to catch the older man by the knee but he catches the table. Sitting back up he grins “So what do you say brother? You up to making sure I don't fall the fuck out when she walks down the aisle?” Chibs chuckles, taking a pull from his cig he nods, pat Juan on the cheek “Aye Juicy. I'll make sure you don't make an ass out of yourself.” he let's Chibs yank him into a brotherly hug, pulling back when someone clears their throat, seeing his soon to be wife standing there, a hand on her hip as she takes a pull from the joint between her lips “You two planning to elope before I can chain you down?” he smirks and yanks her down onto his lap, chuckling when she shouts and smacks at his shoulder, yelling about almost losing her blunt, nuzzling his face into her neck he kisses the warm skin there, speaking lowly so only she can hear “Tara ok?” She sighs and turns her head to kiss his forehead “No. She has hard choices to make. I did what I do best. Strip away the bullshit and lay it down for her.” he nods, he knew Jax wouldn't leave and let them all go down in flames so that meant he probably told Tara to do so and take the boys. It's what he would do if it was Joy and their kids, he watches Joy take the last hit from her blunt and quickly turns her head as she blows the smoke from lungs he catches it, inhaling deeply he pecks her lips once he is done and let's her set up with a parting tap on her curvy ass as she heads towards the bar, laptop in hand. “Alright shit heads we got time to kill before church so I wanna run over the to-do list for the wedding tomorrow.” the groans of annoyance from the guys make Joy narrow her eyes and pull out her Glock, resting it on the bar top she says lowly, but her voice cracks like thunder “Get your whiney asses over here. It's my day tomorrow and I don't want anyone asking me for shit while I'm trying to exfoliate and pamper myself so I look like a five star meal instead of the snack I normally am…..GET OVER HERE ALEX!!!!” he watches Tig flinch before making his way to the bar, fuck he loved how she whipped them into shape.

For the next few minutes, he watches her fill the boys in on tomorrow as she stands behind the bar. He knew the wedding itself was at one pm but people would be showing up for a good hour or so before so they planned to set up around ten, neither of them believed in the not seeing the bride before the wedding shit so they planned to go home together tonight. After everything, they just wanted to sleep in the same bed before not seeing each other for half the day tomorrow.  “Mostly I just need you guys to go to the rez and set up the tables, the party will be just like Opies and he will be there so just ask him if you guys need help.”  he chuckles as they all nod, it was like watching a general barking commands, they all knew to just agree and let her roll over them. Walking over he leans across the bar, grinning as she presses a kiss to his cheek without looking up from her open computer on the bar top. The moment is broken as the club door opens, everyone goes silent as Jax walks in. They all watch him as he makes his way to the Chapel, he watches from his seat at the bar as Tig and Chibs make their way in after him, he can't hear what is said but just watching Tig move down a spot does bring comfort, this was no longer Clays house, Jax was already changing thing.

Tig isn't a bad man, but the choices he made recently showed Juan that he had some demons of his own to sort through and until he did he wasn't fit for a higher position. They needed a Sargent who wasn't falling ass over elbows to made choice without club consent. And Chibs was that man, he sees the grin on Joy's face as Chibs takes his new place and he knows his girl is proud of her mentor. Hap, Joy and himself make their way in next, he watches his friend and now President grin at Hap. Jax motions for Hap to take a spot next to Tig, he moves so Joy can close the door behind them, he stands at the end of the table his eyes on Jax as the man asks “ You all strengthened out?” Looking over at his small family, Hap smirks at him and he nods, looking up he locks eyes with Joy. Her soft pink lipsticked up at the corners and he knows right then, he actually is ok. Looking up the table he grins “Yeah. I'm good.” Jax repays his grin in kind and nods towards his old seat before turning to his girl. Watching them he can see a silent conversation for the ages between them, the past few days had placed these two in each other's paths, they had leaned on each other when it was hard and Juan was thankful as fuck that of he or Hap couldn't be there it was Jax.

Their conversation over Jax points to the vacant seat next to him and the second Joy is seated he grabs her hand under the table, the warm metal of her ring makes him grin. His eyes take in his brother across from him and then fall to the two empty seats, he knew Pineys old chair would go to Clay. But who would take VP? He is shaken from his thoughts as Chibs brought almost booms in the still and silent room “Ope coming?” he watches Jax glance at the door before asking “What time is it?” he looks at the time on Joy watches as Hap replies “eight o three.” he feels Joy tense at his side, during lunch he had been filled in on everything going down and a part of him understood Opies anger, but at the same time he was aiming it at the wrong man. Jax didn't have a choice in this and for Opie to continue to break Jax down angered not just him but Joy. Jax nods, taking up the gavel he hesitates for a moment before cracking it down.

The door swings open just as it does, at first he thinks it Opie, but he is surprised to see Tara before them, looking over at Joy he sees a proud grin on her face. Seems Joy's money had always been on the other woman, the others look away ad Tara makes her way Jax, but Joy makes no move to stop watching and he can't help but chuckle silently, she planned to see this through, sweet moment be damned apparently. They both watch Tara kneel next to Jax, their voices are low but he had learned to read lips a long time ago, as Tara tells Jax she isn't leaving he feels Joy's eyes on him. Looking over at her he leans in and pecks her soft lips, tomorrow this would be his wife, her name on his chest and his crow on her skin had been the start and this would be the end. She would be his in every kind of way a person can be and he didn't know how but a part of him feel more in love with her as she smiles at him as they part. Looking up at the door he sees Gemma watching Tara, now that was a cage fight he would pay money for. Watching the two woman he sees the challenge in Taras' eyes, Jax wasn't just Gemma’s son anymore. He was Tara and she would fight tooth and nail until Gemma backed off. Again…..he would make sure he had a front row ticket for this one. But from the way Joy is looking between the two woman. He puts his money on Tara, with Joy in her corner she would have more than why she needed to combat Gemma. He almost felt sorry for her…...almost.

Once the two women of Jax life were kicked out the meeting ran smoothly, patrols and runs were assigned. The meeting couldn't have been more than two hours and they were headed home once they gave their rings to chibs for safe keeping until tomorrow. Making it inside he falls face first into the couch, not even moving when Sonny climbs onto his back and starts to lick the side of his head in greeting. He reaches up and scratches at the pups head as he feels his boot being tugged off, he knew Joy had a thing about shoes in the house so he doesn't fight her as she yanks off his boots. He must have dozed off because he is woken by a sharp sting on his ass, he flinched away and sits up and glares at Joy as he sees her holding a box of pizza. Sitting up he rubs his eyes and yawns “Sorry baby. Didn't sleep well in lock up. Lights were too bright.” She smiles “It's ok. I got us a pizza while you napped, you have only even out for maybe thirty minutes.” he lifts his arm as Joy lays the pizza on the table, watching her flip through Netflix for something to watch while Sonny moved to his usual place next to her he felt a peace he had only ever heard about from sappy TV shows and movies. This was his, this little carved out piece of warmth, laughter, and love. Pressing a kiss to Joy's temple he hugs her close as they settle in for the night.

Joy POV

Next Morning

She wakes slowly, the sound of music coming from the kitchen and she can't help but grin, today was her wedding day, by the end of the night she would be Joy Elizabeth Ortiz. She giggles and turns her face into her pillow, trying to calm her giggles as she hears the bedroom door open. She feels the bed dip next to her and someone's hand comb over her hair and over her back. Turning her head she comes face to face with a grinning Juan, she bites down on her bottom lip trying not to laugh but it seems Juan had no issues as his shoulders start to shake and when his wheezing guffaw is finally heard she is already in hysterics. Turning onto her back they both laugh until their stomachs her. Once they had calmed she looks over at him, seeing the happiness on his face she can't help feeling good, she made him that happy, just like he made her.

She looks past him to see a glass of juice and her normal bowl of fruit for breakfast, getting on her hands and knees she crawls towards him, pressing kisses to his bare, warm chest she glances up at him as he groans, his hand slides into her hair, gently pulling her up so she laid half on top of him. She smiles and presses soft short kisses along either side of his strong, scruffy jaw. Pulling back she traces her fingers along the lines of his tattoo on the side of his head.  “Good morning handsome.” he chuckles and sits up, she flails for a moment thinking she will tumble onto his lap but he grabs her and yanks her with him. She is tugged onto his lap and she rests her head on his shoulder, grabbing the hand currently not messing with the ends of her hair she plays with the rings on his fingers they remain quiet. Taking in the stillness, the calm before the inevitable storm that would be the hours leading up to the best moment in her life thus far.

The moment is broken when a knock on their bedroom door is heard, lifting her head she hears her father's voice outside the door “Come on Juice. We need to go set up.” She smiles and looks back at Juan. Cupping his cheek she leans her forehead against his “Go. I'll see you later.” he nods, pecking her lips he slides her off his lap and goes to the dresser to get his clothes out. His wedding clothes were at the clubhouse so he wouldn't fuck them up, right now he just needed something to wear to work in. Grabbing her bottle of Juice and bowl of fruit she heads for the living room. Seeing her dad sprawled out on the couch, sonny in his lap as old-school cartoons played she smiles and sits at the other end of the couch. Her dad glances her way and winks before turning back to the TV. She knew her father wasn't an overly emotional man, but she also knew that it wouldn't hit him until right before walking her down the aisle.

Several Hours Later

“I swear to god Gemma you yank my hair one more fucking time I'm taking off my wedding dress and fighting you in my bra and panties.” She tries to be serious but Taras soft laugh could be heard from the front seat as she drove and it made her snort and shove her headphones back into her ears, they were on their way to rez and even before they got in the car Gemma had shoved her ipod and ear buds at her, when she looked at her in confusion the older woman smirked and nodded towards her shaking hands “Helps with the nerves.” the woman was a bitch of epic proportions and for what she put Jax through would always been under Joys watchful gaze, but she had been beyond helpful in making this all happen, so for that she was forever thankful. Her and Juan had been texting back and forth since he had left with her father earlier that day, sending her pictures of everything as it was set up. All of her brothers had sent her messages of congratulations and all of them had demanded a turn around the floor once the party had started. Their set up wasn't all that different from Lyla's, except for colors, her love of light pinks and purples was displayed by the flowers all around and Taras dress. Bless the woman for not arguing as she presented her with a lovely light pink dress, it was hot out so she wanted it to be light and breathable, she had sent Lyla her purple dress, but hadn't heard from her seemed her and Opie were birds of a feather.

She still had yet to hear from Opie either, which if she was honest, hurt to the core. She hadn't personally seen him since she shot him the night of the infamous Clay shooting. A part of her hated herself for what she did but at the same time, he had given her no choice. She is pulled from her thoughts as the car comes to a stop, looking out the window she sees the long row of bikes. She waits as Gemma and Tara get out and make their way around to her door. Tara holds the bottom of her dress up as Gemma helps her out of the back seat. She smiles at them both as she gets her footing, grabbing their hands she squeezes them. “Thank you both. We might fight a lot but we are here when needed. Tara go-ahead to the altar.” She nods and presses a kiss to her cheek before taking off, looking at Gemma she smirks “Your an evil, manipulative old bitch, but thank you. You were amazing with this.” she older woman chuckles and rubs Joy's bare upper arms “Your a snotty little gash. But your good for that boy. And this club, no matter how I feel about you.” she glances past the woman to see her father making his way to her. Her eyes blur with tears when he finally gets a good look at her in her dress. She had never seen so much emotion in her father's face before, Gemma quickly hands her a small pack of tissues and leaves her and her father alone for a moment.

Walking towards her father she smiles up at him as he presses a tender kiss to her forehead, his callus rough hands held her face as he looks her over. “You look beautiful little girl. Your mother would have bawled like a baby seeing you like this.” she releases a wet chuckle as she dabs the tissue under her eyes with a shaking hand, thankful now more than ever that she used waterproof mascara. “I remember your mom making a big deal about some wedding shit about borrowing and old shit. Anyways I have the old part right here if you don't already have it.” She tilts her head, watching him as he reaches into his cut and pulls out a golden thin chair and she feels her pink painted lips tremble when she sees what it is. She had seen pictures of her mom and dad at their wedding, her mother had worn a beautiful rose quartz necklace, and now she would wear it on hers. She turns so he can put it on her, once on she turns to she turns to him, seeing him quickly swiping at his eyes she offers him one of her tissues she smirks when he glares but takes it. Any other day she would poke fun, but not today. She lets her father pull her into his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne she draws from his quiet strength. Today he was giving her to another man who would take over from here, she knew she would always be his kid, his only daughter but now Juan would be the main man of her life. She knew this was hard for him.

She feels the shaking in her hands pick up as the brides March comes on. It's time, oh shit fuck it's time. Last time Lyla had come up behind the altar. She had no intentions of doing that, the bikes had been parked in front, forming her aisle up onto the platform, she would walk through that mass of people to the most important man in her lift next to her father. Taking a deep breath she grabs her father arm and they made their way up  and around the corner, keeping her eyes on her feet until they got closer she lifts her head and feels her eyes blur at the sight that greets her, all her brothers were standing on either side of the row of bikes, each one holding a pink rose in their hand. In all that had happened, she had forgotten to order flowers for herself, but it seemed her boys weren't having it and decided to change it and as she passed handed them to her. These rough, leather-clad men had managed to pull one over her and she was going to remember this forever. Once the rose was taken they kissed her cheek and her dad would move her forward, and as they approach than of the line of sons the tears she had been holding spill down her cheeks unchecked, holding not one but two roses stand Opie. One for him and one for Piney. She smiles brightly as she takes them, looking down she sees her beautiful roses and feels so much love wash over her. She had told these men many times how much she loved them. She had never expected then to admit to feeling the same, they didn't have to say anything, this spoke volumes.

She doesn't realize how close she is until her father is helping her up the two steps to the platform leading to Juan, looking up she instantly locks eyes with him, her soon to be husband. The music fades, and no one, not even her father matters as she sees the beaming grin on his face. Dressed in all black he was still scruffy and she couldn't help but smile, she wanted to wrap herself around him, breath him into her lungs and feel his warmth in the marrow of her bones. She heard laughter all around her and she can see Juan even trying to hide his laughter behind his hand and looking around in confusion before she realizes her father isn't next to her anymore, looking back she notices she was practically dragging her father down the aisle because her pace had picked up, she couldn't help but giggle herself. She smirks and waves her hand at Juan before speaking up “Can you blame me…..he looks like a five-star meal!” everyone cackles, catcalls, and whistles are heard as she finally makes it to Juan. Her father pulls his rose from his cut and hands it to her with a parting kiss to her forehead. Another Rose pops up in her face, she follows the arm to see Chibs over Juan's shoulder. “Didn't think I would forget did ye lass?” she smirks and takes the rose, adding it to the now small but beautiful batch in her hand, turning she hands them to Tara who apparently had been in on it, if the purple ribbon in her hand to tie the roses together was any indication, looking past Tara she gasps when she sees Lyla, looking beautiful in the purple dress she had sent her. She was here, she did come, Joy is overcome as she mouths a shaky thank you to her before turning back to Juan. She sees his eyes taking her in from head to toe, she sees his eyes well up as he whispers “You look like an angel baby girl.” and she cups his cheeks, not caring who sees, or without a care of who would judge them, all others be damned This was their day. She brushes her thumb over his stubble covered jaw and smiles as he turns his face into her palm, brushing a kiss over the skin there as he calms himself.

The Wahewa chief clears his throat, bringing their attention his way he holds up his hands for the music to silence. “Welcome everyone. We are here once under the all-seeing eye of nature to celebrate a new union. This time for Juan and Joy I will now say a blessing of the Apache ‘Now you will feel no rain for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold for you will always be warmth for each other. Now you will feel no loneliness for you will always be each other's companion. Now you are two persons with only one life before you. May beauty and peace surround you both in your journey ahead and through all the years to come.’” She lets the tears go unchecked down her cheeks and she flashes back to the last time they were here, listening to this same blessing and both of them clinging to each other as they felt those words. And now to stand here and have it be for them. She felt overwhelmed, thankful, and blessed by this man currently holding her own shaking hands in his, as he gets their rings from Chibs, handing his to her. “Juan will now say a few words.” She smiles gently as he takes a deep shaky breath, his eyes closed as he tried to gather his thoughts. It was actually good to know she wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed, she gives his hand and encouraging squeeze.

Once he opens his eyes and they connect with hers and she sees something change in him, his shaking stops and his breathing calms before he speaks. “Joy. You are a force of nature. The day I met you I felt something in me change, for the first time i felt solid ground under my feet. And over this last year and some months you have turned me into a man I didn't know I could be, I am stronger, more connected to myself and that is because of you. You don't take anyone's shit.” she giggles and tilts her head back as her guys in the crowd grunt in agreement. “You are a strong and powerful woman and I am in awe of your soul, I plan to treat you like the queen you are for the rest of our days.” She sniffles as he slides her mother's ring back on over the fully healed tattooed band. Grabbing his hand she locks eyes with him. “Juan. You are nothing like I expected. Your smile warms me, your heart humbles me. And the faith you have shown in me and this love from the very beginning proved to me that my mother's was right.” she stopped as her emotions overwhelmed her, she cliches her eyes shut for a moment, Juan's free hand coming up to brush over the tears on her cheeks with his thumb as she got herself in check. Once she was calmer she continues “She was right. She said when I asked her how would I find my one like she did with my dad. She said that it wasn't about the person at all, it was how that one person's love moved you. And Juan your love for me, this club and our life together is what i only dreamed of. I take your promise to treat me like a queen and in kind, I promise to be the warmth, comfort and kindness my king needs. I will build this new family with you, I will give life to our future princess or prince because I want nothing more then to see you give all the love in you to someone who can love you just as much as I do.” She slides his ring on, and smirks when she hears a collective word from her Samcro men in the crowd “And?” locking eyes with Juan both if them wearing matching mischievous grins as they say in harmony along with their brothers “I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.” she leans into Juan laughing along with everyone else as the chief speaks over them “By the power vested in me by the laws of the Wahewa and the state of California I pronounce you man and wife….now kiss her son.” she giggles and yelps Juan yanks her towards him, his hand fists into her hair as he takes her mouth.

She is brought back to their first kiss, the peace and quiet within her mind and soul it had inspired and she melts into his firm chest. This man was finally hers and she was completely his, it's a while before they pull apart. Her lips swollen and her knees were weak, she smiles up at Juan as he holds her up, feeling a tap on her shoulder. Turning she sees Tara “Come on. You need to change really quick.” she glances back at Juan, gracing him with a wide smile she says “I'll meet you on the floor, Husband.” the bright smile she gets from him is beautiful, he grabs her hand and kisses the back. “I'll be there. Wife.” She smirks and watches him walk off. It only took ten minutes to slip into her reception dress, a pale pink and covered in lace it was feminine flowed down to her knees, she pulled on her bride garter up her thigh before slipping her heels back on, high and a pretty pink as well she makes her way to where she could hear music already playing. Tara points of to the side, seeing Juan leaning against a tree talking to her father she makes her way over, her father sees her first, a grin on his face as he nods towards her for Juan to look. When Juan finally sees her she is already at his side, pressing her lips to his cheek she leans against his side. Feeling his arm slide around her waist she smiles at her father “I'm gonna let the other know it's first dance time. Wave when you're ready.” She nods, watching her father take off she turns to Juan, wrapping her arms around his neck she grins up at him as his hands come to rest low on her back. “Hello handsome.” he smirks and leans down to press a kiss to her forehead, with his lips brushing her skin his whispers to just her “I swear to god joy. You looked like an angel walking towards me earlier. I will take that image with me for the rest of my life.”

She feels her eyes well up and she pulls back a little to dab under her eyes “Don't make me cry, Juan. I don't wanna fuck up my make up.” he chuckles and nods. Looking cross the floor he waves to her dad, handing a mic to Jax the music cuts off “Alright people. It's that time. It's my pleasure to introduce for the first time and for their first dance. Mr. and Ms. Ortiz!” she lets Juan pull her along as they make their way to the floor, he swings her around as the song they both chose plays. She had been surprised that Juan had actually been the one to pick this song. when they had been going through their combined iPods to find a song to dance too Juan had asked her to play some of her choices, and when he heard this he had told her he wanted it. Wrapping her arms around Juan's neck she lays her head on his chest as they sway, when she had fallen in love with Juan she knew she would find herself here, it's true she never expected it to be in a years time but she knew none the less that he was the man she would spend her life with. Once that first dance was over everyone flooded the floor, the had taken thousands of pictures with every single one of her brothers as they danced. And when Juan had removed her Garter from her thigh and tossed it into the crowd of single men she had lost her complete shit when a grinning Tig snatches it from the air and put it on his wrist like a bracelet. Much to the anger of her father who looked like he wanted to kill his club brother.  

She couldn't wait to see that picture later, She wanted to be able you look back on this day and remember how she felt because after how scary this year had been, she didn't know who would be alive come this time next year. The major con of outlaw life was a short lifespan, as she shoves a very drunk Tig towards a chuckling Tig she feels a large hand on her shoulder, turning she sees the one son she hadn't danced with. Opie shuffled from foot to foot as he nodded toward the floor “Can I get my dance in?” she gives the tall man a small smile and takes his hand. As Van Morrison plays she rocks side to side with the tallest son, he was stiff and awkward but that was Opie. She pats his chest, making him look down at her she smiles up at him “I honestly didn't know if you would come.” he chuckles, looking off in the distance for a moment before replying. “I honestly didn't know if I would either. I don't know how to be here Joy. Donna was my world and then she died, and finally when I started to feel like that hole in me was slowly closing…..Dad…..”

She rubs her hands over his chest, the smooth leather of his cut cold on her palm from the night air. “Whatever you want to do Opie I'm behind you. Club be damned if you need time take it. But don't hold this against Jax. Please.” he opens his mouth to argue but she smacks his chest and he snaps his mouth shut “No it's my day and you will listen. This life we live isn't a given and I don't want you two assholes doing this shit when you could be putting your heads together to change things in this club. I know you won't come back until Clay is gone. That's fine but don't hate Jax for what he can't control.” Opie gives her a hard look of confusion, but he nods, as the song comes to an end he gives her a weak smile, holding her face he kisses her forehead. She can see a cam34a flash go off in the distance but doesn't give it too much attention as she watches the pained giant of a man makes his way through the crowd and towards the bikes. She feels Juan's arms slide around her waist, leaning back into him she sends up and silent prayer not just for Opie but all of them. May the coming months see this club pieced back together, and not ripped asunder by the evils that wait just beyond the shadows around them.

Thoughts? Let me know and ill see you all again next time.

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I Need You (More Than I Want To)

requests: karaoke night at the club house + kozik smut | words: 2.7k | herman kozik x fem!reader | smut 18+ | oral fem!receiving | some comedy, some fluff

The bitter sting of tequila burns your throat, but you swallow it down and slam your shot glass on the bar. Three shots in and your body is on fire, your cheeks are flushed and you feel like you can take on the world. You look at the man beside you and you feel fearless. Blue eyes meet yours, and when he smiles at you it’s like the whole world falls away.

Kozik has always had a hold on you, ever since you met him you knew: he was it for you, no one else would ever compare. You never said anything, never made a move, because he never did either. For so long you’ve been content with just his friendship, but you were feeling a little bolder tonight. Maybe it was the shots, or the good music and even better company, but you decided then that tonight you would finally make a move.

“We’re up next,” You tell him, still grinning. His smile doesn’t falter, but he cocks a brow in slight confusion. You cock your head towards the karaoke machine that’s been set up near the pool table.

It’s Bobby’s birthday and he was insistent on a club karaoke night. He’s in full Elvis get-up and he’s just finished his set, ready to join the festivities and get shit faced with his closest friends and family, and a few crow eaters. Tig’s up there now, a drink in one hand, almost deep-throating the mic as he belts Air Supply’s All Out of Love.

“Yeah…” Kozik starts, then he shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

Grabbing his forearm, you pout at him and give him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“Come on, Koz, please. It’ll be fun!!”

He looks at you for a beat too long, studies your face a little too closely, and for a second you think he’s about to say no again.

“Okay, fine,” he concedes, his smile widening when you beam back at him. God, his eyes are so blue. “But I’m only doing this once, and only for you!”

Your heart jumps a little when he says that, but you just nod and double-tap your shot glass on the bar.

“Bartender!” You call to the crow pouring the drinks, “One more round please!”

You finish your shots just in time for Tig to finish up an off-key rendition of Toxic by Britney Spears.

“That’s us!”

You see hesitation flash across Kozik’s face, but you don’t give him a chance to back out. You take both his hands in yours, ignoring the way your skin flushes at the contact, the way your heart hammers and heat pools in the pit of your stomach, and you drag him up the front.

Tig hands you his mic as the next song starts playing, something by Camila Cabello that you’d heard on the radio a couple times. You hand Kozik the spare mic and he looks at you and shakes his head.

“I don’t know this song!” He shouts over the music.

“You don’t need to! That’s why there’s words on the screen!” You shout back, and that’s all it takes to calm him. The lyrics on the screen turn orange and you start singing, “Don't speak, no, don't try. It's been a secret for the longest time.”

He’s struggling to keep up, but it also looks like he doesn’t care. And you don’t either. You don’t care that you’re out of time or that you’re mumbling some of the lyrics because you don’t really know them. All you care about is the man in front of you, still holding onto one of your hands, blue eyes twinkling and singing into a shitty plastic microphone like he’s serenading only you.

“I need you more than I want to,” You sing it like it’s only for him to hear. It is only for him to hear. It’s the truth, and you want him to know it.

“I need you more than I want to,” He sings back, pulling you into him. You crash against his chest and let the song play on. Lyrics flash across the screen, ‘no, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now’, but you can’t seem to speak. He’s so close, looking down at you, his lips just inches from yours. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you really think he’s going to kiss you. Then he steps back from you and you stumble at the sudden movement, but you find your feet just in time for him to spin you around.

“So many mornings I woke up confused,” He continues, “In my dreams, I do anything I want to you.”

Collecting yourself, you glance back at the screen and try to keep up, “My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind.”

How can you focus on the song when he’s looking at you like that? Like he means what he’s singing? Like he wants to swallow you whole. Your entire body lights up and you know it’s not from the shots.

“Show me you're shameless.”

You didn’t even realise he was still singing.

“Write it on my neck, why don't ya?” You sing back, running your fingertips across the column of your throat along with the line. “And I won't erase it. I need you more than I want to.”

“I need you more than I want to.” You swear you see him gulp, like a man dying of thirst.

“Stop eye-fucking each other and get a room!” Someone calls from the crowd that you had forgotten all about. Looking over, you see Jax smirking up at you, a grin on his face like a challenge. I dare you, his eyes said.

You had completely forgotten that the two of you weren’t alone. All you could see was Kozik, like always. You’re almost afraid to see his reaction. The alcohol is starting to wear off and with it, all of the courage you had built up.

“Do you want to?”

The voice is deep, rough but smooth like crushed velour. It sends a chill down your spine. Looking up, you see Kozik standing right before you. He’s put the microphone back on the stand and his hands are hovering near your elbows, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch.

Your tongue flicks out to wet your suddenly dry lips. “Do I what?”

You’re pretty sure you know what he’s asking, but you want to hear him say it.

“Get a room.”

And then your lips are on his, and you aren’t really sure who initiated the kiss, but you also don’t care. You vaguely register some cheering and clapping, but all you care about is Kozik’s hands on your skin.

This time, he takes your hand. You hand the mic to Juice as Kozik leads you through the crowd with an urgency you’ve never seen before. Once you’re inside, he stops and pulls you into him again. He kisses you a little slower this time, like he wants it to last, but also like he knows he’s going to do it again.

His hands slide around your waist and he holds you tight against him. Reaching out to touch him, his skin is on fire. Your fingers trace the ink on the side of his neck, a name you wish was yours, before sliding your hands over his shoulders and down his biceps. For a moment his grip on you tightens and you mewl into his mouth at the feeling of having him around you.

He moves down to your ass and grabs you through the cotton of your dress before slipping a little further down to grip the back of your thighs. He lifts you and your legs wrap around him instinctively. He walks you down the hall and as he does, you attach your lips to the side of his neck. Maybe the name can’t be yours, but you can still leave your mark.

Kozik kicks open the door to one of the dorms, then kicks it closed again and throws you down onto the bed. You land with a soft thud and sit up on your elbows, watching as he removes his kutte and pulls the grey tee over his head. Kozik’s abs flex as he removes his clothing, his skin marred by scars and adorned with ink. You smile to yourself, enjoying the show. Never in a thousand years did you think this would ever be happening. You’ve wanted him for so long and now he’s here and, for at least tonight, he’s all yours.

He’s back on you in a second, clad in only a pair of briefs. You close your eyes, letting yourself relish in the feeling of his weight on top of you.

“What’s this?” He asks, fingers toying with the strap of your dress.

“My dress,” you say simply, cheeks heating up at his intense gaze.

His voice is low and even as he tells you, “Take it off.”

You nod, letting out a small whimper at the demand, and stand from the bed. As you start to undo the row of buttons at the front of your dress, you mentally curse yourself for wearing this. Your hands are shaking and you feel like a virgin all over again with the way Kozik is watching you.

It takes far too long, but the dress falls to the floor. You aren’t wearing a bra, and the cool air hits your chest.

Kozik stands from the bed, blue eyes dark with desire as he stalks toward you like a tiger stalking its prey.

“Have I ever told you,” He starts, brushing a lock of your hair back behind your ear, “How beautiful you are?”

You shake your head and squeeze your thighs together. You can feel the wetness soaking through your baby blue panties. You really wish you had worn something sexier. “No, you haven’t.”

“Well that’s my mistake, baby.” Kozik presses a kiss to the side of your neck, then sucks hard and grazes the skin with his teeth before pressing the flat of his tongue against your skin to soothe the red mark he’s sure to have left there. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

He grabs you by the hips again, his hands calloused and rough and you hope he leaves bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Something to remember him by.

Kozik spins you back around and pushes you down onto the bed with a firm hand between your breasts. He hovers over you, eyes roaming down your exposed body and he bites his lip. Thick fingers trail down your stomach to the hemline of your unsexy panties. His fingers dip beneath the cotton.

Letting out a soft noise, you buck your hips into his hand, desperate for more. With an impish grin, he removes his hand and stands from the bed.

“You trust me?” He asks, and he doesn’t move until you reply.

“Fuck, Koz,” You groan out. You’re throbbing with need, dripping wet for him. Right now you would say anything just to get him to touch you, but you know you don’t need to lie about this question. “Yes, fuck, please just touch me!”

His smile widens and he drops to his knees, disappearing from sight between your legs. Then hands are grabbing you by the legs and pulling you toward him so your hips are almost flush with the edge of his mattress. He grabs the sides of your cotton panties and pulls them down your legs so mercilessly you’re surprised they don’t tear off your body completely.

He taps your thighs. “Leg’s up, baby.”

You do as you’re told and Kozik dips his head, licking a hot stripe up your core. You moan out loud, fisting the bed sheets as he sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive nerves teasingly.

You feel him chuckle against you, dipping his tongue inside your wanting pussy. He continued to suck and lick at your wet heat, bringing you closer and closer to release.

“Fuck, Kozik!” You cry out, hands flying to his blonde locks and pressing his face further against you.

“Yeah,” He says, his breath warm between your legs. “Wanna fuck you.” He sucks at your clit once more. “Gonna make you cum like this first.”

“Oh my- Koz, I’m gonna- oh fuck!” You gasp, fingers pulling at his hair, your legs starting to shake. Something tears through your body like you’ve never felt before. Not like that at least.

He crawls back onto the bed, back on top of you, and steals your lips in a kiss. You kiss him back with all you have, with no regard for where his mouth has just been. He’s still got his briefs on, but you can feel his thick cock against your thigh. “Need you to fuck me now.”

Reaching between your bodies, you cup him through his briefs, noticing a small wet patch at the front. He groans into your mouth.

“Yeah,” He says, breathing hard. “Let me get-”

“I’m clean,” You cut him off. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

You waste no time pushing his briefs down his hips. He doesn’t even get them fully off before he’s lining up at your entrance and pushing in. The stretch is a little more than you’re used to and it takes a second for you to adjust to his size. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hold onto him and press your face into his neck.

“You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, yes, I’m good. You’re fuckin’ big.”

It’s enough to make him buck up into you, a quick shallow thrust that already has your eyes rolling back.

“It’s okay,” You tell him, looking up into his blue eyes and pressing a quick kiss to his plump lips. “You can fuck me.”

He thrusts up into you again, more purposeful this time, and it has you seeing stars. He sets a relentless pace, driving into you so hard you can feel yourself shifting up the bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles at his back and using that leverage to meet his thrusts.

As he props himself up with one arm, the other hand comes up to your chest to play with your hard nipples. He pinches them, rolls them between his fingertips before smoothing over them with his palms. The sensation is almost too much.

This is like a dream come true. You’re in bed with Kozik, the guy you’ve been head over heels for since you could remember. There hasn’t been a time where you’ve known him and not been in love with him. In this case, the two are mutually exclusive. He’s here, with you, fucking you like his life depends on it, touching you like you’re his own personal wet dream come to life.

“You’re perfect,” You hear him mutter into your hair. “You’re fucking perfect.”

It’s this realisation, the dawning that maybe he really did want you, specifically you, as much as you wanted him.

Your body shudders and your walls close around him as you chase your release for the second time tonight.

His thrusts lose their rhythm as he loses himself to the pleasure of you, and when your eyes meet again you nod.

With one last hard thrust and a cry of your name, Kozik finishes inside of you, riding out his high as long as he can.

He pulls out and rolls off of you way too soon, but he doesn’t get up immediately. Kozik lies on the bed and pulls you into him, your head on his chest, he strokes his hands through your hair. You feel his lips meet the crown of your head in a chaste kiss.

This is it. This is the moment. You want to tell him how you feel but you can’t find the right words amongst your racing thoughts. All you can think is Kozik and that damn Camila Cabello song.

“So we're there, now it's real. Now that you have me, do you want me still?” You sing softly, and a little out of tune. “My kisses are history, they go back a long time, and I'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine.”

His hands still in your hair. You’ve messed it all up. You shouldn’t have said anything.

Sucking in a deep breath, you chance a glance up at him. Kozik is smiling down at you, blue eyes shining like he might cry. Like all his dreams are coming true.

Slowly, he sings back, “I need you, more than I want to.”

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Tags: @espieviolet99 (because i know you were excited)

#i wrote this all at once but then it was 2am and i had to sleep! #soa kozik #kozik soa #herman kozik #sons of anarchy kozik #kozik #kozik x reader #anotherredwoodoriginal

[heyitsperfect]

Ride me - Herman Kozik

Warnings: smut, language, a bit fluff 

A/N: I have no clue about riding a bike, so please excuse any mistakes there and I totally suck at writing smut. But still, I hope you like it.

Request by anon: What about a Kozik x fem reader where she wants to learn to ride a Harley - and she takes to it really well, and the site of her on a harley does things to him and then there is smut?

A man on a bike turns you on. Period. So no surprise you are dating a biker and damn he turned you on in more than one way. Kozik was everything you ever dreamed of. Good looking handsome muscular men. It didn’t bother you what he did for a living or that he was a member of a MC. The first time you saw him, you had to have him. Luckily he thought the same and was quick to ask you out on a date. 

Your first date was spent on the back of his bike. He took you out for a picnic to some foreign place outside of Charming. It was a beautiful place and became your go-to place if you ever needed some space. You had your first kiss with him and your first time with him out there. He taught you a lot of things. How to take care of your car, because you knew nothing about mechanics. He taught you how to fight. More like he asked Happy and Tig was your “victim”. Much to Kozik's pleasure. 

But the one thing you wanted him to teach you, well, let’s say, you never brought it up to him. You were a bit scared of his reaction. Most of the guys like to have their girl clinging onto their back like a koala bear, but you wanted to ride by yourself. Sure you loved it when you were sitting behind Kozik. It was Friday night when you let it slip you wanted him to teach you. Eventually he agreed on teaching you. 

The next day you drove out to your favourite place. It was quiet and nobody would disturb you out there. Kozik explained everything to you. After what felt like an eternity the real fun was about to begin.

“Okay, get on the bike and I’ll get on behind you.” he said and he was nervous. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you said while getting comfortable.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.” he looked at you with pleading eyes. You know how much his bike meant to him, so of course you were being extra careful. 

“Of course. I know you love your bike more than me and it’s okay. Now come on or it will be dark, before I’ve driven a single meter on my own.” Kozik got on the bike behind you. 

He instructed you to put your feet up on the footrest and your hands on the bars. He kicked the stand back and started the engine. Slowly, really slowly the bike started to roll. Kozik told you exactly what to do and you were becoming good at it. With every meter the bike rolled you got more and more confident. 

After an hour or two Kozik thought it was a good idea to get off the bike and let you drive alone. You were scared now. There was no one to prevent you from doing something wrong, but Herman trusted you. You made your rounds, one after another, smiling like an idiot. Kozik's face mirrored yours. He had the biggest smile on his lips.

Now he finally understood why him riding his bike was turning you on. He was getting hard at the sight in front of him. You stopped right next to him, kicked the stand down and shut down the engine. You looked up at him and saw him looking at you with those hungry eyes. you swung your leg over the bike, so you were sitting sideways on the bike and Herman was standing between your legs. 

“So now you finally know what you riding a bike makes me feel.” you smirked at him. He placed his hands on your bare arms and ran them up and down, like warming you up. 

“You have no idea how hot and stunning you look babe.” he stepped closer and kissed you. A kiss full of lust and need. Your hands flew to his belt, opening it and pulling it down far enough to free his already hard member. Kozik broke the kiss as you pumped him a few times in your hand, moaning out your name. Such a sweet melody to your ears. You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length, your hand pumping the part that doesn’t fit your mouth. Koziks hand flew to your head guiding your movements. 

“Fuck, babe, stop or I’ll cum.” you pulled yourself off him. In a quick movement Kozik lifted you up and sat himself down on his bike so you were straddling him. He pulled your shirt over your head and pulled the cups of your bra down. He attacked your nipple with his mouth, biting, licking, swirling his tongue around while his hand took care of the other side. Your moans were getting louder and louder.

“Kozzy, I need you, inside me, now.” You stood back up and got rid of your shoes, jeans and underwear and climbed back onto your boyfriends lap. You didn’t need anymore foreplay, you were already wet enough and couldn’t wait to have him inside of you. Kozik was biting down your neck, marking you for everyone to see who you belonged to. 

You lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly sunk down on it. You started riding him like it would be the last time. Kozik hands were gripping your ass, slapping it from time to time, making you cry out in pleasure. He knew exactly what brought you the most pleasure. Your hands were nailed on his shoulders giving you the perfect halt. 

At some point Kozik took over and slammed up into your pussy. Your release was building up fast. He moved his hand away from your ass to your clit, making figure eights on it, making your head spin and the coil in your belly snap. You crashed your lips against his as your orgasm took over you.  Your wall clenching around his dick and the fact that you were having a quick fucking session on his bike brought Kozik his own release. Both of you were moaning and panting messes. 

After a while your breaths came back to normal and you looked at him with hazy eyes. 

“Fuck, if this is what I get everytime I let you ride my bike, I’ll get you one for yourself.” He chuckled. 

“Nah, I like it more when you drive and I can hold onto you.” you raked your hand through his hair and caressed his neck as you kissed him a final time before you got off of him to get dressed again. Kozik pulled his pants back up and got on his bike. 

“Now hop on. I wanna continue this at home and treat you like the real badass you are.” he showed you his million dollar smile and got on the back of his bike and drove off to an eventful night ahead of you.  

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #herman kozik imagine #herman kozik #herman kozik x reader

[drabbles-mc]

Hiii!

What are your top 3 favorite Mayans and SOA fics you've written? VS What are your top 3 readers' favorite Mayans and SOA fics you've written? 👀

Omg first of all, kissing you for this ask 😘🥰

Second of all, my top three faves for:

Sons of Anarchy:

- When You Love It (Happy Lowman & OC Diedra Lowman)

- Return Trip (Herman Kozik x OC Tawnie Trager)

- 5 Times He Almost Kissed You And 1 Time He Did (Juice Ortiz x F!Reader)

(i almost did one of my Jax & Di fics but I figured I would switch it up a little bit 😂😂😂)

Mayans MC:

- Protective Detail (Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader)

- You Should Probably Leave (Bishop Losa x F!Reader)

- Hear You Now (Angel Reyes x F!Reader)

(i tried to switch it up a little bit and choose some of my faves that don't always come to mind right away but Protective Detail is always gonna rank idk what to say lmao)

Third of all, reader's top three (based solely off of note-count) for:

Sons of Anarchy:

- My Girl (Jax Teller x F!Reader)

- Spoken For / Spoken For Part 2 (Happy Lowman x F!Reader)

- Sanctuary (Happy Lowman x F!Reader)

Mayans MC:

- Forget Something? (Angel Reyes x F!Reader)

- Unfinished Business (Angel Reyes x F!Reader) [fun fact! this was my very first Mayans MC fic!]

- Fifty Bucks (Bishop Losa x F!Reader)

- Ease Up (EZ Reyes x F!Reader) [honorable mention because Fifty Bucks only beat it by like 4 notes lmao]

I also think that Protective Detail probably would go into this category too!

Thank you again so so much for this! These kinds of asks are always so interesting to me. Plus I feel like I am constantly flip-flopping back and forth on what my fave fics of my own are because sometimes I forget about some and then Ir remember them and I'm like, "omg! love that one!" 😂😂😂

sending all the hugs! 💕

#ask #asks #mayans mc #sons of anarchy #fic rec #thanossexual

[bullet-prooflove]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How bad?” Tig asks softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I didn’t make the run.”

Tig shrugs his shoulders.

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

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

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

Kozik looks back at you.

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

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

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[espieviolet99]

Small One Shot Because Why Not

Herman Kozik x Me! Lol

I walked out into the garage, with paperwork to check over with Chibs as he was working on the specific car that my paperwork pertained to. I’d never spent a day trying to walk so delicately in my life as I tried not to look too awkward in my dress that I had chosen to wear. Tig whistled as I passed;

“You should come to work like this more often, doll.” He smirked, the comment causing Kozik to turn to look at me as I rolled my eyes and find Chibs looking me up ad down. “Can I help ye, lass?” He grinned. “Yes, actually. Just need to check this with you.” I said, laying the paperwork on the engine as I leant over to point out what I needed to. “Do you think she’ll kill me if I smack her ass?” Tig’s voice asked from behind. “Yes, I will.” I shot back over my shoulder. “Hey, legs!” Jax’s voice chimed in. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn this dress.” I groaned, chuckling as Chibs finished looking voer the details. “Yeah, that looks about right, darlin’.” “Thank you, Chibby.”

I rubbed his face as I turned to walk away, seeing the way Kozik looked me up and down - damn near sending chills down my spine as I smiled at him. I wandered back into the office, getting ready to finalise the paperwork before continuing to catch up with various bits. That’s when I heard the door shut behind me, and a body press into the back of me. 

“Hey.” His voice rasped into my ear, as his hands came around my hips. “Shouldn’t you be working, stud?” I spoke, tilting my head to face the tall blonde. “I can work on you.” He stated, leaning in to nibble on my ear lobe. “You got 10 minutes.” I moaned. “Yes, ma’am.” Kozik growled, hiking my dress up.

#herman kozik #SAMCRO #sons of anarchy

[newmysterygirl]

Finally Happy

Nevada With Kozik x Reader

Warning: Angst, a couple cuss words but mostly fluff.

I'm sitting at the bar when my kozy walks out of church and everyone looks upset except Tig, he's smiling and winks at me while walking by.

"Can we talk?"

I just nod and follow him to the dorm.

I figured he would shut the door and aggressively pull me into a kiss but nope.

I walk in, nervously biting my lip before turning around and looking at him.

"What's up" I ask

Rubbing his hand through his hair before looking up at me and says "Kelly called."

I stop biting my lip and frown my eyebrows, confused.

"The real estate agent." I start to say something but he Continues "In Nevada."

"I told her never mind. It's really not what you think." I say taking a step towards him

"But it's what you want? You want to live in Nevada?"

"It's what I wanted."

"But not anymore?" He ask, eyeing me suspiciously.

I take a deep breath before moving closer to him, saying "Look I see your happy here and I would never ask you to leave."

He starts to say something but I continue

"Yes I wanted to move to Nevada but that was before we got together. I was thinking about it right before we started dating but then you asked me out and I didn't want to let you go." I say stepping closer and grabbing his kutte "Kozy babe I love you and I'm not leaving so please don't jump to conclusions." He stands there, staring at me for a couple seconds before he cups my face and pulls me into a kiss.

Looking deep into my eyes he says "We got something to do."

Again I frown my eyebrows, confused but let him pull me out dorm and into the main area where everyone is..... waiting?

I'm looking at everyone, confused while Kozy was getting on his knee.

"Baby girl."

I turn around and see him on his knee, holding a really white ring box.

"Come on fuck tard!" Tig yells which makes me laugh and Herman roll his eyes.

He takes a deep breath and looks me in the eyes before saying-

"Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N You are everything I didn't know I needed. I am so damn In love with you. We've been through so much together and I don't know why I haven't done this sooner. You've seen me at my worse and didn't blink an eye. I can't imagine waking up and you not being by my side. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you..... If you'll take me."

"Yes!"

"Thank you baby"

I pull back, confused and he says "You saved me."

I lightly shake my head "No need to thank me. You saved me to?"

Now it was his turn to be confused. I pull it out from my back pocket and hold it up for him to see.

It takes him a minute to process it but then he turns around, keeping one arm around me "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!"

I just smile at him. So happy. Finally happy.

#soa #sons of anarchy #herman kozik #kozik x reader #imagine #kozik #kozik fluff #herman kozik fluff #newmysterygirlhermankozik #newmysterygirlsoa #soa fanfiction #soa imagine #soa fic #soa fluff #sons of anarchy fluff #one shot #fandom

[imagineredwood]

Summary: Kozik told you to clean up the mess in the living room when he left this morning. When he comes home and finds not only the living room still a mess but now the kitchen as well, he’s a little mean to his baby and regrets it when he sees why you were too busy to clean up.

No sexual content.

Pairing: Herman Kozik x reader

Warnings: DD LG lifestyle, everyone is an 18+ consenting adult, emotional hurt/comfort, mention of tears. 

Word count: 1K

Kozik grumbled as he walked in through the front door. He’d had one of the shittiest days to date and now he was coming home to a messy living room. He had told you when he left to the clubhouse that morning that you needed to clean up your mess. You both had enjoyed the long weekend, full of movies, junk food, pillow forts, and watercolor painting and the living room was officially a disaster. All he had asked this morning was that you cleaned up and organized your stuff. You had spoken to him once today and he was been pretty short with you. He didn’t mean to, but things with the club had just been crazy and he hadn’t been as warm with you as he normally was. He had reminded you to clean up though and you had agreed. So, to come home to a still messy house, the guilt he had felt before evaporated. All that was there now was more irritation.

“Baby!”

He called out into the house and your voice called back out to him.

“In the kitchen, daddy.”

He kicked off his dirty shoes and then stalked to the kitchen. Walking in, he saw you there, your favorite apron on and flour on your face. There was flour scattered in various spots on the counter, dirty bowls stacked up, batter covered spoons and spatulas. His jaw tightened and he couldn’t manage a smile when you turned toward him, your smile bright.

“Daddy, look- “

“Why haven’t you cleaned up?”

Your smile dropped some and so did your shoulders.

“You made even more of a mess than there was when I left. I told you that you needed to clean up and not only did you ignore me, but you made the mess worse.”

Your pout was prominent, but he was too angry to care.

“Pouting ain’t gonna get you out of it. Pouting doesn’t clean up the disaster that you’ve made in this house.”

His eyes were on fire and you shrunk into yourself, no longer bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

Kozik huffed, his face softening as he saw your eyes start to water. You rushed away from him, starting to try and clean up the living room. He could hear you sniffling and sighed, tossing his keys down onto the dish on the corner of the counter. It was only then that he took notice of what you had been baking. Sitting right there on the rack to cool was his absolute favorite.

Blueberry pie.

He groaned then, the guilt from before coming back in a wave that nearly drowned him. He turned around and started to track you down, calling out to you as he did.

“Baby? Baby come here. I’m sorry.”

He finally found you in the living room, all of the blankets now gone from the floor. Some of them were already folded while you stood there folding the last of them. Kozik cursed under his breath and came up behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder which you promptly shook off.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I didn’t know you had made me the pie. It’s just been a shitty day and I took it out on you and that was wrong. It’s not your fault. Come here.”

Your soft sniffles broke his heart and he gently took the blanket from you, tossing it over onto the couch and taking you into his arms. He held you to his chest and rocked you slightly, his hand running over your hair.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. Let’s go have some pie.”

With another sniffle, you pulled away and looked up at him.

“But we haven’t even eaten dinner yet.”

Kozik smiled and dragged you with him to the kitchen anyway.

“Well today we’ll have dessert first and dinner later.”

He reached down and wiped at the tear that had gathered in your lashes but had not dropped yet. Leaving a kiss to your forehead, he pointed and the pie.

“Cut us our pieces, I’ll get the ice cream.”

You rubbed at your eye with the back of your hand as you walked over to the pie, still upset that he had been mean, but the thought of the pie also helped soothe the ache. You cut two slices and placed them on your plates, Kozik already having the scoop in hand to put on the vanilla ice cream.

You finished your plates and then grabbed them, making your way back to the living room. Kozik sat first and brought his legs up, patting his thigh.

“Come sit.”

Sitting down contentedly in his lap, you both began to eat your pie, Kozik’s eyes on you as you enjoyed the sweetness of the dessert. When you were both done, he took both of your plates and put them onto the coffee table, his rough hands sliding against your legs. You leaned back instinctively, and he held you, one arm behind your neck and the other holding your legs to him as you laid across his lap. You bright your hands to your chest and tucked them under your chin, cuddling up into him. He simply held you, listening as your voice rang out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t clean up like you asked, daddy.”

Kozik let out a breath, the hand that was only your legs traveling up to stroke your cheek.

“Its ok, baby girl. I could’ve helped you and I didn’t. I’m sorry for being mean.”

You nodded into his chest, your hurt feelings already practically healed by the pie and cuddles.

“It’s ok.”

 Kozik brought you even closer to him, resting his cheek on the top of your head as he held you.

“We can both do better.”

Your head nodded in agreement and he let you slide off of his lap some to instead sit at his side.

“Can I finish cleaning up or,”

“We’ll do it together later. Right now, we’re gonna watch your favorite movie.” 

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#kozik x reader #herman kozik #sons of anarchy #sdod #sons of anarchy imagine #imagines #SAMCRO #daddy!kozik #little!reader

[munsonmolls]

Two + One = Three || Kozik

Pairing: Kozik x Lowman!Reader

Summary: Kozik and Reader are going to be parents. But someone finds out before being told...

Requests open!

Panting for breath, you roll over from on top of Kozik, and stare up at the ceiling. What you and Kozik had started needed to stop before the guys find out, especially your brother, Happy Lowman. and yeah, you're a Lowman. (Y/N) Lowman.

You turn, once you'd caught your breath, to Kozik only to find him already staring at you. you start to lean in to kiss him, but re-think it as you don't want to get too carried away.

"I'm going out this morning," you respond. You had been feeling sick lately and had a feeling you knew what it was, but you wanted to confirm your suspicions before you told Kozik.

Walking out of his dorm, you got into your car and make your way to Saint Thomas Hospital.

You stared at the ceiling as Tara confirmed your pregnancy. The only things running through your mind was Kozik and Happy.

How were you going to tell them? You were terrified to tell them and their reactions. Especially Happy.

Happy.

Fuck, you were gonna die... like a lot.

"(Y/N)? You okay, honey?"

You looked towards Tara - tears in your eyes - and nodded your head. You were anything but okay.

You were scared.

You had planned on backing out on yours and Koziks friends with benefits thing for a while before anything happened. Like Happy finding out or getting knocked up.

But seems like you didn't pull out in time, and neither had Kozik.

You wiped off the gel on your stomach when Tara gave you a wipe, and stood up. You needed to think things through so you stormed out of the hospital and jumped into your car, putting it in drive and speeding out of there.

Turns out the place you had gone to clear your head was to your Ma's house. She was your rock and she would definitely know what to do.

"Ma? It's me!" You yell walking through the door of her little bungalow house.

You see her watching tv in the living room and take a seat next to her on the couch.

"Mija, I have missed you! How are you?"

You sniffles and a tear fell from your eye.

"Mija..." she pulled you into her arms as you broke down and cried. You cried like you had never cried before.

After calming down you told Ma everything. About things with Kozik and the baby. About how you're scared about Happy's reaction. Everything.

"Mija, first you need to tell Kozik as he's the papá, next you need to decide what you both want to do. Then tell Happy. Don't keep it from him because he will find out and if it's not from you he will be angry. Very angry."

You nodded and got up. "Thanks Ma, I needed that. I'll see you soon Ma, I promise." And with that you kissed her cheek and walked out to your car, again, on the way to the clubhouse to tell the baby daddy.

You took a deep breath and knocked on his door. You fiddled your thumbs in nervousness.

What you didn't notice was that Happy had seen the nervousness from a mile away and had followed you to ask what was going on, but before he could, Kozik beat him to it.

Before you could back out, you blurted out the news to Kozik and, unknowingly, Happy.

"I'm pregnant."

"What the fuck." Came from behind you.

You turned to see your brother, turning pale. Before you or Koz could react, he giggled as if out of his mind (which he probably was) and fainted.

Happy Lowman fainted.

You didn't care for him at the moment as you were waiting for Herman's reaction.

"I'm gonna be a daddy?" He has the biggest smile ever. He leaned in to kiss you when you both heard Happy mumble behind you.

"Baby... Uncle Hap... *snore*"

Bloody hell, you could see the drama up ahead already.

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John Doe (Herman Kozik x Reader)

OR=Operating Room EMT=Emergency Medical Technician John Doe= Someone whose name is not known GSW= Gun Shot Wound

Warnings: Kozik being called Herman repeatedly, medical talk, mentions of blood, flirting, minor swearing

“What do we got?” You ask as you tie the top of the disposable, yellow trauma gown. “Three GSW’s to the chest.” Hunt announced as he helped you by tying the bottom of your gown. The helicopter was just landing and your hair was flying around your face at the strong gust of wind that came your way. You and Hunt walk over to the helicopter just leaving enough room for the EMT to jump out and help his coworker carry the gurney out. “Caucasian male. Three GSW’s to the chest. In and out of consciousness.” The female EMT yelled over the loud helicopter as the four of you ran towards the elevator. You held down pressure on one of the bullet wounds the best you could. “We need to get him to the O.R now Hunt.” The tone in your voice made him know you were serious. Blood was gushing through your fingers and this damn elevator wouldn't move fast enough. “As soon as this elevator opens we move!” Owen shouts, and right after he did there was a final ding and the doors opened. Rushing through the hallways and all eyes were on you. The Chief raised his eyebrow at you two. “We need an O.R.” Hunt told him when they finally slowed down right in front of all of the OR’s. “Uh- O.R 4 is open.” He said and with that you sent the John Doe into the O.R to be prepped for surgery. The EMT’s disappeared as you and Hunt went into the surgical suite to prep for his surgery. With your scrub cap on along with your face mask you begin to scrub your hands and arms clean of any germs or whatever else could be on them. “This could be a long one.” You mumbled to Hunt before walking through the automatic door to save a John Doe. ** Five hours later and you're finally closing him up- well letting the Intern on your watch close him up. “You think you can handle the Intern Hunt? I'm gonna go see if there's family waiting out there.” You asked him as you began to walk away. “Yeah it's no problem Y/N. Good work.” He flashed you a smiled that you could only see in his eyes. With a nod you ripped off your mask and surgical gown before exiting the O.R, grabbing the leather the John Doe was wearing just in case. Walking down to the waiting room you see a group of bikers making themselves at home. You noticed their leathers and it was the same one that you had in your hand. You walk up to them with a smile. You place the leather down on the table in front of them. “I believe this belongs to one of your guys? He came in as a John Doe.” You straightened your posture as you talked. A bearded, blonde who wore the President patch spoke up. “Yeah, his name is Herman Kozik.” He told you with a charming smile. “Well, Herman survived and is now being stitched up. The gunshots to the chest, two caused complications but we fixed them. One made its way through the small intestine and the other pierced his lung. He's going to be in a lot of pain but he'll live.” You explained everything that just went on in the past five hours for you, to them. “Thank you.” A different man with a low, raspy voice said. You looked over at the heavily tattooed man who juggled a toothpick around in his mouth. “Just doing my job sweetheart.” And with that you turned and walked away, heading back over to the O.R’s to see how your Intern’s sutures were holding up. You were pleasantly surprised to see Owen and your Intern out of the O.R sitting on the bench talking. “All done?” You asked. Your Intern nodded standing up at your presence. “Alright, go be with your friends.” You shooed him off so you could talk to Hunt. “He's a biker. He's got a whole gang in the waiting room.” You snickered as you told Hunt. He furrowed his brows as he looked at you. “And his name is Herman by the way.” You continued laughing as you got up to go find Christina so the two of you could go on your lunch break. Most people would be throwing up after what you just saw, but it didn't phase you. When you're eyes connected with hers she instantly put her charts away so the two of you could clock out for lunch. “How was your surgery?” Christina interlocked her arm with yours as the two of you set off for the lunch room. “It went good, it was long but it felt nice. Haven't been in the O.R in awhile.” You explained as you walked. Christina and yourself continued walking until you caught the eyes of Meredith Grey, who wrapped her stethoscope around her neck before joining you two, grabbing your other arm just like Christina. “Did you hear that there's a group of bikers in the waiting room?” Meredith asks the two of you. ** An Hour Later “So wait. Your guy is a biker and those are his hot buddies?” Christina laughed as she stuffs her face full of salad. You smiled before doing the same. “Well, I need to go check on my patient. Catch you around.” You sent them a wink and grabbed your lunch tray walking over to the trash can throwing out your trash. As you're walking out of the lunch room you accidentally bump into a tall man. You look up and notice it's one of the bikers, with the whole group behind him. “Oh, sorry.” You apologize before looking back to see Christina and Meredith laughing their asses off. You walk out of the room so you can go check on Herman. ** Walking up to his room you peer in to see if Herman is awake just yet, and he is. He lays in the hospital bed with an arm draped over his stomach, looking up at the TV that's mounted on the wall on the other side of the room, his blonde hair a mess on top of his head. Knocking on the door quietly, you slowly step in not wanting to disrupt him too much since that's probably all he's been getting the past hour. His head looks over your way and a smile grows on his face. “Hello. I'm Doctor Y/N. Y/L/N, I'll be your Attending Doctor during your recovery.” You repeat the same lines that you say to every patient. His blue eyes, now dilated from the pain killers that are going through his veins, look over your body. “Do whatever you want Y/N.” He winked at you before returning your attention to the tv. ‘Great a flirt’ you thought to yourself as you wrote down his vitals. Before you go to walk out of the room you turn back around to face him. “Are you up to visitors? You have a lovely group of guys waiting for you downstairs.” You tell him giving him a smile. “I'm always up for an audience.” He grinned and winked at you again. You can't help but roll your eyes, walking out of the room. You see your Intern standing at the end of the nurses station talking to one of his friends. You walk up to them and break up their conversation right there. “Deluca, I need you to tell the bikers that their buddy is all good for visitors. And be sure to let them know the visiting hours for the ICU.” You smile before walking off to go down to the E.R to find yourself another case. You hear the rushing of feet, you always put fear in that boy. ** One Week Later “Good morning Herman.” You beamed as you opened the curtains letting the bright Seattle sun fill the room. He lets out a groan and covers his eyes with his hand. “How can such a pretty girl be so torturous.” He whined before covering his head with a pillow. You let out a chuckle before walking over to his bed. “We want you to start standing up and walking today Herman.” You explained before taking the pillow from his face. “Why don't you just join me in bed instead?” That damn smile made your knees weak, but you kept your defenses up. “And it's Kozik babe.” He winked. You smiled at him before taking down his vitals. “Well, you're going to eat breakfast and then my Intern will come back with a rehab specialist  and get you moving.” You gave him a rundown of today's plans and he nodded, not paying any attention. “Did you hear anything I just said?” You asked him laughing. He shook his head. “Too busy admiring what a lovely lady I got takin’ care of me.” He told you smiling. You shook your head. “The nurse will come by with today's breakfast and then we're going to get you walking.” You repeated making direct eye contact to make sure he heard your words. He replied with a nod. “If I agree will you let me take you out on a date?” He asked you grinning. You shook your head, writing down Herman’s vitals. “Like I said yesterday and the day before that. I don't go out with my patients.” You smile as you spoke, walking out of the room before he could come up with another comeback. ** “How'd it go?” You stepped into Herman’s room as you asked him about his first day of rehabilitation. He looked up at you as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed, sweating profusely from the hard work and pain that just went on. “Not too shabby sweetheart. Here to give me my sponge bath?” He smiled from ear to ear as he winked at you. You had to admit, you were slowly breaking under his words. And his smile put a dent in your armour. “Sorry to say that I'm not.” You laughed as you leaned against the glass door. There was something about Y/N’s laugh that made his heart skip a beat. And her smile could stop a train. She were the most beautiful doctor that he's ever seen. Shit, the most beautiful women he's ever seen. The moment Y/N walked into his room and told him her name he was head over heels for her. ** Three Weeks Later “It's your lucky day Herman. You're getting discharged.” You announced as you walked into his room. He groaned at the use of his first name. You knew it got under his skin, which is why you continued to use it. “Thanks babe.” He sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. “You sure I can't get you to go out with me?” He asked you for the thousandth time over the course of the month stay he had. You looked down at your feet with a smile on your face. “I'm technically not a patient anymore, so that rule can go out the window.” When you looked up, and you met his eyes that's when you knew you couldn't say no. That damn smile broke you down. “I guess it couldn't hurt.” You mumbled your defeat. He tossed his arms up in celebration. “Yes!” He yelled. You laughed at his reaction. “Alright, alright. Calm down. You have discharge papers to sign.”

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