𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞…
female reader, some cursing, mostly fluff.
*ੈ✩ JAX
It was another typical day for you at Teller-Morrow. You annoyed some of the guys, grabbed something to eat, and then headed inside the office to help Gemma with paperwork.
Little did you know your day was about to be turned upside down.
Jax walked into the office, his hands shoved into his baggy jeans, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He stared down at you and Gemma and pulled the cigarette from his lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke before he began to speak.
“Hey, Ma, you mind if I talk to Y/N alone for a sec?”
Gemma smirked as if she knew what was going to happen, and stood from her chair. “Sure, baby.”
She kissed Jax’s cheek and headed out, giving you two privacy, despite the fact that she wanted to stay and eavesdrop.
Jax sighed heavily as he plopped into the seat previously occupied by Gemma, the seat still warm from her. He gazed at you as you stared at him curiously.
Why did he want to talk to you alone?
Jax waited momentarily before speaking again as he felt nervous and didn’t know how to word his sentence. He couldn’t believe it; he was a guy that radiated confidence and never had a problem getting what he wanted, but something felt different... you were a different situation than what he was used to. What if you said no? No one ever said no to Jax Teller.
Jax took a deep breath and began speaking. “You wanna catch a movie or somethin’ one day? Go for a ride?”
“You asking me on a date, Teller?” you shot back, raising your brows. You were hoping that's what it was.
Jax flashed his famous smirk and released a huff of amusement, “Maybe.”
You smiled back, feeling immensely happy. “Sure. I'd love to go see a movie with you.”
You were excited to fill Gemma in on every single detail, knowing she was going to ask. You knew she would be more excited than you were because she loved the idea of you and Jax being together.
*ੈ✩ TIG
You were at the clubhouse, feeling bored as you sipped on a beer. You heard the clubhouse door open, then moments later, there was a presence next to you.
“Hey, beautiful,” Tig greeted, smirking flirtatiously.
You turned on the barstool and returned the smile, “Hey, stupid.”
Calling each other names, nice or not nice, was something you two had begun doing all the time and you found it rather funny. You always wondered what name he was going to have for you every day.
Tig stole the beer from your grasp and took a sip, hiding his smirk at the annoyed look on your face.
He took another sip and tried to muster up the confidence to ask you his question. Tig was a mess internally. He was trying his best to appear confident as he usually did, but it was proving difficult. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it could burst from his chest, his breathing increasing, and the butterflies in his stomach were flying around ferociously— begging him to ask his question and get it over with, so they could be put to rest.
“We should go out,” he suggested as he handed you your beer back.
“Oh, yeah? And why’s that?” you joked back. You already knew what your real response was, but you wanted to bug him a little more before you answered.
“I like you. You like me. Why not? It’d be fun,” Tig responded.
You nodded, “Okay.”
“Okay?” he double checked, raising a brow. He wanted to ensure your answer was a yes, before he allowed the excitement to overcome him.
“I said okay. Let’s do it.”
Tig smiled, feeling the happiest he had in a long time. He hadn’t felt that way about someone in forever, and while he was terrified, he had hope that things would go well.
*ੈ✩ HAPPY
Happy isn’t one for asking people out, and he never exactly did. You two never went on an official date, because he thought they were stupid, and so did you. However, the first time you guys went out and did something is what you like to consider your first date.
You were keeping him company in his dorm as he got ready for the day ahead of him. You two had gotten closer, so you didn’t feel bad about asking him about his plans. You figured he wouldn’t tell you much if it was club business, but still liked to ask anyway.
“What’re doing today?”
“Getting a tat,” he responded. He sat on the bed and began tying his boots.
“Sure you got any more room for that?” you joked. You were aware your joke was stupid, but you liked seeing if you could get Happy to smile or laugh. It was a game you had made with yourself, and you succeeded sometimes.
He scowled at you, not finding you funny, and you laughed at his reaction.
“You wanna come with me?” he wondered. He found himself enjoying your time together, and while it scared him, he didn’t want it to end.
You nodded and a smile pulled at your lips, happy he invited you along. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”
*ੈ✩ CHIBS
Chibs decided to come visit you on your break as he typically did. You walked out from the storage room of your workplace, with your coworker by your side, and saw him standing by the front desk. He sent you a grin and waved.
You told your coworker you would see them later, and walked up to Chibs. "Hey! What are you doing here?"
“Just thought I’d stop by. See how you’re doing,” he answered.
“I’m doing pretty good. Today’s not a hard day. How are you?”
He didn’t answer your question and instead asked one of his own, his heart rate picking up as he did.
“You wanna go out for dinner?”
Shock covered your features and you were silent momentarily, frozen in shock at his question. You had always liked him, but were too scared to make a move, because he was a biker and you were just a regular person. You didn’t exactly see how you’d fit into his world, but it didn’t hurt to try…
“Yeah, yeah. That'd be great,” you finally answered, nodding your head.
“I’ll pick you up after work? Take you home, so you can change, then we can go?” he wondered, trying to play it cool and keep his excitement at bay.
You smiled brightly, “Sounds great!”
*ੈ✩ OPIE
Opie always wanted to ask you out on a date, but he never got the chance to since he never had any free time. However, there is a time you two jokingly count as a date.
You were at his house helping him with his children, Kenny and Ellie. He needed all the help he could get, especially after he lost his wife, and you didn't mind helping him. You were great with kids and always wanted to be a mother.
You spent that day playing with his kids in and outside of the house, making crafts, baking cookies, then you made dinner, and put on a Disney movie for the kids. They insisted you and Opie watched it with them and you did.
Opie sat next to you and you cuddled into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. You sighed in contentment, and grabbed a handful of popcorn.
Opie looked away from The Emperor's New Groove and down at you. “Chaotic date, huh?”
You giggled, “Very chaotic date indeed.”
Opie smiled and kissed the top of your head.
You two had fun and that was all that mattered.
*ੈ✩ JUICE
Juice was an idiot and everyone knew it. His plan of acting cool and smooth to ask you out failed miserably once walked into your workplace and saw you stocking shelves. You flashed a smile and that sent his plan completely down the drain, and left him a smiling, stuttering fool.
“Hey, what's up?” you greeted him, as you typically would.
His eyes widened and he gulped, “Uh, nothing. Nothing’s up, why?”
Your face contorted in confusion, wondering why he was acting weird, but you decided to shrug his odd behavior off. “Okay,” you said and went back to stocking.
He stumbled behind the counter where you stood and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. Juice realized he probably looked stupid and changed his stance. He stood up straight, his arms dropping by his sides.
“Um, would you— do... Do you wanna hangout... like on a date?” Juice stammered nervously, as his anxiety held him hostage in a tight grip. His inner thoughts were telling him you were going to reject him and never speak to him again.
You didn’t need to think about your answer and responded immediately, “Yes, that’d be fun!”
He smiled widely, “Great.”
*ੈ✩ KOZIK
You were at the clubhouse, hanging out with the guys in the garage as they worked. You sat on top of a counter, drinking a beer, and trying to memorize what they were doing under the hood as it would be good information to have.
“So, we get to work while you just sit there?” Tig wondered, his voice harsher than he intended. Not that he minded your presence, he was just annoyed he had been working on the same car for two days and it still wasn’t done. But you, you just got to sit there and look pretty. He fully intended for his words to sound like a joke, but his annoyance overpowered his true intentions and came pouring out.
“Hey! Shut up, dick!” Kozik shouted at him, eyes shooting daggers at him, begging him to say something else, so he could hit him.
“Got something you need me to do?” you questioned, cocking a challenging brow.
Tig’s mouth closed, lips pressed tightly together. Since he hadn’t meant to start anything, he kept his mouth shut, and turned back around.
You nodded, “Right. Didn’t think so.”
You hopped off the counter and went inside the clubhouse, darting for the kitchen, so you could get another beer. You popped the cap off and leaned against the counter as you took a sip.
Kozik entered the kitchen, his hands shoved into his baggy jeans, “He didn’t bother you too much did he?”
You released a huff of amusement that he’d think Tig’s stupid words would bother you so much. You shook your head, “No. He’s just an asshole.”
“Tell me about it,” he said.
You held your beer out to him and he took it, taking a swig, then handing it back.
A moment of silence passed and his heart rate increased, as he realized it was the perfect moment to ask you something that had been weighing on his mind.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and just spat it out, “I got a question for you.”
You raised your eyebrows curiously, wondering what question he could possibly ask.
“Would you wanna go out sometime?”
You blinked, mouth parting slightly. “Um,” you mumbled, unsure of what to say. You were unsure if you liked him in such a way. You appreciated him and liked spending time with him; he was a good friend, but could you see yourself being with him as more than that? You didn’t know.
“It’s okay if not,” he assured, noticing your reaction and lack of response.
“Um, no thank you,” you declined politely.
A hot, thick tension filled the room and covered you like a blanket, suffocating you and making you bask in your decision.
You forced a small smile and left the kitchen, leaving him alone.
Kozik frowned, disappointed that you rejected him, but he wasn’t going to let it ruin your guy’s friendship. He kept talking to you like nothing had happened, visited you at work, and you did the same. You were happy nothing had changed, because you didn’t want to lose him as a friend.
A week after he asked you out, you had a rough day and wanted some company. The first person that popped into your head was Kozik, so you called him and asked if you could come over to his house to which he happily accepted.
You told him about your day and how stressful it was as you sat on his couch. Your head rested on his shoulder as he ran his hand soothingly up and down your thigh, listening to every word you said.
You realized that no one else had done such things for you and perhaps you did like Kozik...
You looked up at him and asked, “Are you still up for going out one day?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, smiling happily.
