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GUYS I GOT A REQUEST! I have another one but this is the first one I got :)  I hope I did ok!

The request: “ Could you do one w the reader has been with Kozik for like a year and he took on the father role of the readers son? “ from @jaaxtellerasf

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT :D

warnings: language and a slightly icky description

You were on the verge of a mental breakdown when you first met Herman Kozik.  Your son, Owen, was jumping off the edge of the grocery cart as you made your way outside, your ex-husband having dropped off the kid at your car in the parking lot. His babbles were heard but not fully understood of the adventures Daddy took him on over the weekend, to the ice cream store and the animal shelter.  There was no dog like Bunny though, your German Shepard that you adopted right before you had Owen.

“Do you ever follow directions?”

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

for @sam-samcro with Chibs  (I added a smidge of Juice because I know you don’t care :) )

“Jesus Christ.  Do ya ever follow directions, lass?”  Chibs groaned and looked at the two new dogs sitting in front of his feet.  Their greying faces already gave away to Chibs why you came home with them, never having a young dog in the house.

“Do ya ever follow directions?  Listen to me laddy.  great scot!”  You mocked back.  The Saint Bernard laid it’s gigantic head on your lap as you cooed down at him.

“Juice won’t be able to walk in this house again.  He already has issues with your cleaning techniques.  Do you know how much slobber these things produce?”  Chibs narrowed his eyes at the furball already tumbling around on the floor.  Chibs rubbed a hand down his face and groaned louder, “shite.”

“Juice loves dogs.  Your bromance will have never been stronger.  Besides, your directions were unclear anyway.”  You flicked your hand behind you as you followed the Alaskan Malamute down the hallway.  Your face brightened as he started whining which turned into the famous talking you always wanted in the house.

“I said you can adopt one small dog.  We already have three!”  Chibs yelled behind you.

“And would you have said no to these two cuties?  They had to go together and they were at a high kill shelter.”  You said.  You entered the living room where your yellow lab, 8 year old Tim, was on the couch while the basset hound, Bruce at 9 years old, was laying on his bed next to it.  Lilo, the pitbull who was also the oldest at 16 years old, quickly got up from her spot on the floor and came to your feet.

“I believe I would have walked past them and gone for a small dog.”  Chibs groaned from his spot resting on the wall.

“I believe I would have gone for a small dog, blah blah lass and laddy.”  You stuck your tongue out at Chibs who raised an eyebrow at you.

“Do you find that necessary?”  Chibs asked.

"My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”  You smiled at him as he sighed and shook his head.  He stuffed a cigarette in between his lips and pulled out his lighter right before you snapped your fingers at him.  “No smoking in front of the dogs.”  You giggled when you saw him start to smirk.

“What, I’m becoming a bad influence on the wee ones?”  Chibs spoke around the cigarette.

“Yes.”  You replied and laughed at his eyes rolling.

“What are their names?”  Chibs tilted his head while he looked at the two new additions to the family.

“Tobias,” you pointed at the Saint Bernard, “and Theoden,” you pointed at the Alaskan Malamute.

Oh god this is short.  So so short but I love it :D  This gif was too perfect but tig isn’t in it sorry tig lovers!!  I’m thinking this is set somewhere in season 4.

@im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy @sam-samcro

“Hey.”  You whisper as you catch Juice pacing back and forth, not realizing you are there. His head jerks up and his eyes lock on yours.  You can see his shoulders drop and taking a long breath, lifting his lips in the resemblance of his old smile.

“Hey babe.”  He says. You walk forward and lay your hands on his shoulders, feeling the rest of the tension melt away as he lets out a small whimper.

“Call Jax.  Tell him you’re going out for a few days and you’ll be back.  Unreachable for a few days.  I’ll be back in an hour with some stuff and we’ll go, ok?  I got an idea.”  Your nails scratch his neck lightly as his head rolls forward and he sighs.

“Jax ain’t going to go for that.”  Juice says and looks back up into your eyes.

“Tell him I said so, ok?”  You kiss his lips lightly and he rests his forehead against yours.  After a few seconds he nods his head and stands up straight.

“Alright.”

“I’ll be back in an hour.”  You kiss his cheek and pick up your purse.  “Hey, find your hiking shoes, ok?”  His head tilts as you smile and close the front door behind you.

   You re situate your pack and smile at Juice as he tilts his face towards the sunlight peeking through the trees.  The river a couple feet away washes out any thoughts that pass through your head and the wolf hybrid you and Juice adopted, Kilo, is playing in the water.

“Shit, I needed this.”  He moans out and looks around, finally settling on you.

“A little fresh air and no technology can do you some good, baby.” You pull on his sternum strap to tighten it while he looks you up and down.  He glances over to look at Kilo trotting back to you guys.

“I think I just like seeing you in your weird ass backpacking outfit.” Juice pulls at the bottom of your tank top as his eyes rake down your shorts and high purple hiking socks.

@sam-samcro @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy

One more chapter after this I think :) 

@sam-samcro

warnings:sexual content

“Jesus Christ.”  Taylor gripped her forehead, hoping to keep her brains from spilling out.  She pushed the back of her head into the pillow beneath her and whipped her right hand to the side in order to grab another pillow when her hand collided with someone.

“Jesus Christ, woman!”  Jax, the same guy from last night, yelped.  

“Oh my god!”  Taylor yelled and then gripped her hand, “shit.”

“Hey you ok?”

“God, you are so loud right now.”  Taylor pressed her hands against her forehead harder and peaked at him through one eye.  His blonde hair was a little messy but god he was gorgeous.  His lips lifted in a smile and he pushed her blue hair out of her face.

“Just a normal volume, darlin’.”  His fingers swiped against her forehead and she smiled.  “What, no ‘did we have sex?’ freak out?”  His fingers trail down her neck.

“I’m wearing clothes.  Unless you are the type of guy to redress the girls you sleep with, we didn’t have sex.” Taylor sighed and pushed on his shoulder to get him to lay back down.  She rested her head on his chest, staring at the Abel tattoo staring her in the face.  She tapped it lightly and rested her chin on his chest to look up at him.

“My son.  Long story.” He said.  He smiled and fluffed up her hair, “you aren’t wreaking a marriage though.”

“Alright, good.”  She leaned up and kissed his lips lightly.  “I know we did that last night.”  

“Just a little.”  Jax smirked and kissed her harder, pushing his fingers through her hair to hold her lips to his.

“Alright.  I’m going back to sleep and maybe this headache will be gone.”  She repositioned herself with her arm around his torso. His arm wrapped around her and played with the ends of her hair as she fell asleep.  After a few minutes, her phone vibrated on the bedside table.  Jax narrowed his eyes at it and it finally stopped, only to pick up again.  He rolled his eyes as he picked it up to turn it off only to see “Nick”, the name she mentioned last night of the ex-fiancé.  Jax glanced down at her as he ignored the call and then saw a text open up on the display screen.

I heard you went on the honeymoon.  Hope you’re doing ok.

Jax rolled his eyes and opened up the text, excited that she didn’t have a passcode, and opened the camera.  He positioned the phone to get her sleepy smile and his lips pressed against her forehead.  He quickly pushed the send button

I think she’s doing fine, man.

Jax shut off the phone and placed it next to his own.  He felt her tense and stretch along his body.

“You aren’t going to let me sleep, are you?”  Taylor nuzzled her head against his chest and he laughed.

“You know what else could get rid of a hangover headache?”  Jax whispered against her hair.  She shivered from his deep, groggy voice and warm breath.

“Greasy breakfast?”  Taylor whispered.

“Breakfast, yes.  For you? No.” Jax flipped her over and let his lips sweep over hers.  His hand drifted down her side and gripped her hip, swiping his thumb over the top of her underwear.  “That ok, darlin’?”  His nose drifted over hers as he felt her breath leave her.  Her eyes widened but she nodded her head quickly.

“Fuck yes.”  She said. He gripped the tank top she had on and pulled it off of her quickly.  His eyes swept over her as her hand lifted and threaded her fingers through his hair.  She pulled his lips down to hers as his hand skated down her side and gripped her thigh, pulling it around his hip.  He leaned his body into hers and she groaned, feeling him grow between her thighs.  She ran her nails down his back and pulled back from him, her eyes hooded and looking down his body.

“Seriously, were you sculpted by a God?  Jesus.”  She kissed him again and rolled them over, her legs straddling him and her hands holding herself up on his pecks.  She let one hand trail down his stomach and felt the bumps of his abs, biting her bottom lip, “honestly, with this body I’m sure you have an ego the size of Texas but, damn man.”  He let out a loud laugh and let his hands trail up her sides to her chest, each hand holding a breast.  After a second, he slid his hands to her back and pulls her down to him, rolling so he’s back on top.

@sam-samcro  :):) something nice to wake up to I hope :) I included our favorites

@im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy because you told me to tag you in anything I write and I used juice and chibs :)

62 you’re not as quiet as you think you are 65 I have a secret 99 You got a cute butt With chibs

You had been Chibs old lady for a year now.  It’s 3 months until most of the Sons are out of County when Tara runs into the club house where you and Chibs are hanging out, her hair is in a mess and she holds Thomas in her arms and Abel trailing behind. “Oh, thank god.  Look I need, I just need a break please, please watch them for a night.”  Tara looks near tears as Chibs stands up immediately and takes Thomas, you and Abel staring at each other. “What’s wrong?”  You look up to Tara as she runs her fingers through her hair. “Gemma is driving me crazy and I just.  Shit, I miss Jax.  Just, can you watch them for a night?  Please?”  Tara wipes away a tear and smiles shakily at the two of you. “No problem Tara.”  Chibs answers and you try to hide the grimace. “Thank you.  Mommy will get you tomorrow morning ok?  You’re going to have a sleep over with Chibs and (Y/N), ok?  I love you.”  Tara kisses the top of both boys’ heads and thanks you again for taking them. “You keeping Mom up, little one?”  Chibs rubs Thomas’ back while you and Abel continue the stare off.  “Love?” “I’m not good with kids.”  You whisper, keeping your voice down while not taking your eyes off of Abel. “He not going to pounce.”  You can hear the smile in Chibs voice and look up quickly to glare at him.  Tara runs back in to drop off their bags and Thomas’ baby carrier, waving as she runs back out.  Thomas curls his head under Chibs chin and you can’t help but smile at the sight.  You pull up your sleeves and hear a gasp from Abel which causes you to jump. “I like your arm.”  He whispers and hides behind Chibs leg.  You notice a giant giraffe being dragged behind him. “Thanks, Abel.”  You look down at your black and white flower sleeve and nod towards the giraffe, “I like your stuffed animal.”  He quickly hides it behind Chibs. “Alright, let’s go home, yeah?”  Chibs snickers as your face becomes red.  Chibs sets up the boys’ car seats while you put their stuff in the back of your car.  “What’s for dinner tonight, Love?”   “Shit.  I mean shoot.”  You quickly correct yourself when you see Abel staring at you, “well your dad is Jax so I highly doubt you’ve never heard shit before.” “My dad says Jesus Christ a lot.”  Abel says. “That he does.”  You smirk down at the kid.  “I was just going to make salad and potatoes.  Are they going to eat that?” “You and your vegan shit.”  Chibs snickers.  “Also, Thomas is still on milk.” “Hey, you eat the vegan shit so you don’t have to cook for yourself.”  You push him as he comes closer, smiling down at you. “If he doesn’t like it, we’ll order pizza, ok?” “Mommy says pizza is bad for you.”  Abel says, getting into his car seat while Chibs buckles him and Thomas in. “Well, let’s hope you like salad, huh?” “SpongeBob doesn’t like salad.”  Abel mumbles. “You’re right, but you are also not a sponge under the sea, are you?”  You raise your eyebrow at him and he giggles.  You turn in your seat and scrunch your eyebrows at Chibs.  “Was that funny?” “Aye, love.  You’re doing just fine.  Can you handle them for the 10-minute ride home or do I need to save you from the scary youngins?” “And let me drive your bike home?”  Your face blew up into a smile that quickly turned into a glare at his laugh. “See you at home.” “Asshole.”  You whisper. “Mommy says that word a lot too.” You bite your lip to keep from smiling, “I bet she does, Abel.”

You catch Abel looking at your arm again as he colors in his coloring book.  Thomas is playing in his floor jungle thing that Chibs had brought from the club house.  The fries are in the oven for another half hour while the three of you watch Toy Story.  You pull off your sweatshirt, leaving you in a tank top and sit down next to Abel, your arm with your tattoos closest to him. “You wanna color them in?”  You ask, preparing to sit back and let the kid play. “Really?”  His eyes start shining as you nod. “As long as you understand that you can’t do this on random people.  Only if you ask and they say yes, ok?”  Chibs interferes quickly.  Abel nods and gets to work, your back resting against Chibs’ leg.  Soon his fingers start playing with your hair and you begin to relax.  

You answer your phone as you go through the grocery, stocking up on food for the week.  “Hello?” “Hey, it’s Tara.”   “What’s up?”  You say.  You stop your cart to give full attention to the call. “Abel keeps asking me for salad the way (Y/N) makes it.  I’m not entirely sure what that means.”  Tara laughs over the phone. “Oh.”  You smile.  “I just mashed up an avocado, added garlic powder, salt, pepper, jalapenos, and lime juice for the dressing and mixed it around a bunch of chopped up romaine.  Um, make sure it’s fully coating all of the leaves or else he may not like it anymore.” “That’s all you fed him for dinner?”  Tara asks. “No, we had fries.  Um, homemade fries.  I’m actually vegan so I didn’t really have anything in the house that was like chicken tenders or something but he seemed to like it.”  You chew at your nail, waiting for her to respond. “Chibs eats vegan?”  Tara snorts. “Only cause he’s too lazy to make his own food when he gets home.”  You laugh with her. “Yeah, that I can believe.”  Tara says.

@sam-samcro and I were talking and I got an idea so yeah...The words in italics are the English of the Italian being spoken so everyone understands :)

also my copy and paste is doing something weird so if theres formatting or some weird letters and numbers randomly throughout just know I tried to fix it :(

@im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy

Isabella shoved her keys into the lock, struggling to turn the deadbolt with her hands shaking with rage.

“Damn it!”  She took a deep breath and raked her hand through her long black hair.  She calmly opened the door and felt satisfied at the instant quiet that overtook the house.  The door slammed behind her and her heals clicked on the floor as she walked into the living room to see Chibs, Happy, and Juice all watching the TV, frozen with fear.

“Love?”  Chibs took a deep breath and turned to look at her.  She raised an eyebrow and sucked on her teeth, staring at the man.

“Don’t you start with that Love shit.”  Her bright red lips moved that contrasted with the leather jacket and black jeans she always seemed to sport.

“Bella--”

“You better explain to me why I got a call from a woman named Althea Jarry asking why there was a woman answering her man’s phone.”  Isabella heard the whispered expletive from Juice’s mouth and she slid her glare to him.  He raised his hands instantly and made his way behind Happy.

“Do you have my phone?”  Chibs stood and narrowed his own eyes at her.

“Why was Althea asking for you?”  Isabella pulled out the phone from her pocket and dropped it on the floor.

“Ya sholn’t be answrn calls from mah phone.”  Chib’s voice grew in accent and rage.  Isabella opened her mouth to yell but closed it again in frustration.  She slammed her hands against his chest.

“Chi ti credi di essere? Pensi di essere un pezzo grosso e il capo in questa casa, ma fottiti!”  Who do you think you are?  You may think you're hot shit and run the house but fuck you!  Isabella threw her hands as she yelled, the movements growing faster as her voice grew louder.

Juice and Happy watched the two, neither one of them catching what was being said.  Isabella would scream in her native tongue and Chibs would match the volume, slowly reverting to his accent growing harder and harder to understand.  Both of them screamed over the other since neither one of them understood each other. 

Happy started to move and Juice stopped him quickly.

“Dude.”

“That’s my phone.”  Happy shrugged and walked over to the two fighting.  He dodged one of her miming hands and bent down, picking up her foot and pulling his phone out from underneath.

“What the hell are you doing?”  Isabella smacked Happy’s arm and he turned to glare at her.  She glared right back.

“This is my phone, dollface.  I fuck Althea, not Chibs.”  Happy said and motioned between the two, “if you two would resort back to understandable English and calm the fuck down, maybe you would have figured that out.  Idiots.”  Happy shook his head as Juice’s eyes widened and Chibs threw a right hook at Happy, connecting with his jaw.

“Don’t call my old lady an idiot.”  Chibs flicked his hair out of his face and let out a long breath.

“I can handle myself, Filip.”  Isabella stomped to get Chibs attention back.  Juice sighed and slumped back down into his chair, drinking his beer and trying to watch the game as the two continued yelling at each other.  Happy came and sat next to him, holding his beer to his chin. 

After a couple minutes, the yells grew quiet and Juice looked up to see Chibs pushed up against the wall with Isabella holding his face and kissing him deeply.

“God, seriously?  Get a room.” Juice groaned and wiped his hand over his face.