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

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

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

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

"Club business."

"This early?"

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

"Will I see you tonight?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"You're gonna be fine baby."

"What's that supposed to even-"

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

She sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Chibs" she said, her voice breaking.

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry love."

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

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

"No" he said slowly before sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you Chibs."

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

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

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

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

"I know man, I'm sorry."

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

Juice sighed.

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

"What? No, of course not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She covered her face with her hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

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

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

"I can't. Not right now."

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

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

"Does it have to do with the club?"

He looked down, still crying.

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

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

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

"Nothing! Nothing... not yet."

"What does that even mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do they got on you baby?"

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

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

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

"It's not the same."

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

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

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

"I get it."

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

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

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

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

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

Summary: Tig and (Y/N) are fuck buddies but start developing feelings for eachother. Suddenly seeing (Y/N) a little too close to Jax makes Tig finally confess his feelings to her.

The sunshine leaked through the blinds, waking (Y/N) up. Tig's face squished on the pillow the first thing she saw as she lifted her eyelids; a lovely sight to say the least, as much as she didn't want to admit it. She rubbed her face all tired, a quick sigh exiting her mouth. She slowly lifted the sheet that was covering her and got up as quietly as possible trying not to wake Tig up. No one likes the awkward morning after a hookup, especially these two. Their 'relationship' was pretty complicated, odd, weird, however you wanna call it. They were hooking up every now and then, and that's what it was supposed to be; just sex. Casual sex. But as time went on these so-called hookups were becoming even more frequent and even more passionate. They knew they were not 'together' though. They wouldn't go on dates. They wouldn't do 'couple' things. But the kind of passion they shared in bed and the deep conversations they had during these late nights, were moments even some 'couples' hadn't experience. Neither of them wanted to ask the other about where their 'relationship' was standing, in fear of being perceived as the person that agreed to just hook up from time to time and ended up catching feelings. She was constantly seeing him take croweaters to his dorm. He was afraid of commitment. Yet they would turn red from anger when they saw eachother with someone else, the jealousy eating them up.

She looked around his messy dorm in order to find her clothes that were thrown around the previous night. She found her jeans along with her underwear on the floor by the bed and her t-shirt on the other corner of the room. She quickly used the bathroom, washed her face and put her clothes on before she approached the door in order to leave. As her hand reached the doorknob she took a deep breath and turned around. The image of naked Tig on the messed up sheets, limbs spread and curls wilder than ever, making her smirk. She exited the room and headed to the main area of the clubhouse where Jax, Chibs and Bobby were sitting having a chat.

"Do you sleep anywhere else besides the clubhouse?", Jax teased her before he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, Tig's house", Chibs was quick to add to the teasing as well.

"Good morning to you too guys."

"Aren't you supposed to be helping Gemma?" Bobby asked her, since she was working part-time in the office.

"I have a late shift today. I'm coming by again in a few hours. And speaking of that I need a ride home. I'm too tired to walk."

"Tiggy's got you all worn out huh?", Chibs asked sarcastically. Almost everyone knew of the whole situation with her and Tig so the teasing was something that happened quite frequently.

She rolled her eyes and started walking towards the door in silence when she heard Jax: "Okay, okay wait up you brat". He slowly stood up and tapped his hand on the bar. "I'll take you home." The infamous Teller smirk appeared on his pretty face after he nodded goodbye to his brothers. He approached her and put an arm around her shoulder but she was still frowning, her arms crossed below her chest. "Just because you're giving me a ride home doesn't mean I forgive you". He laughed. "You're also giving me a ride at six before my shift starts."

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"Thanks again for the ride Jackie boy, I owe you." (Y/N) was at TM again for her 6pm shift.

"Oh yeah you do." Jax said while tapping on his cheek with his index finger, a playful grin across his face. Her full lips kissed his cheek and then she smiled widely. "My favourite biker."

"Your favourite is actually sitting..." he searched with his eyes, "... right over there." He pointed at Tig sitting at the picnic tables with most of the other guys.

"Yup, halfsack's way better than all of you assholes." she said sarcastically, since both of them knew how much she craved Alexander "Tig" Trager. They were both heading towards the office now.

"I was hoping you'd actually argue and say that I'm your favourite, you bitch."

"You're a close... third."

The blond biker started laughing but stopped as he realized she wasn't.

"Wait seriously? What?"

Her laugh only now kicking in.

"Considering my favourite guy treats me like I'm some whore, being number three means you should really step up your game Jackie."

They were somewhat close to the picnic tables now so they both waved at the other bikers. A bitter smile on (Y/N)'s face since Tig was on his phone, not even looking up to face her. Jax walked with her to the office in silence, his hands in his pockets. They got in, (Y/N) pressed the button to turn on the computer and sat on the chair while Jax sat on the leather couch after closing the door behind him. He noticed the sad look on her face.

"Don't be like that babe."

"How am I supposed to be then Jax? He didn't even look at me. Did you see that?"

"I noticed... yeah" his voice quiet.

"How can I be so stupid? The guy treats women like they're some toys. Like they're nothing but pussy. Why did I ever think it would be different for me? Why do I keep doing this to myself?" She had grabbed a pen and was tapping it on the desk repeatedly.

"I'm not gonna be the judge of how he treats women... but... he likes you (Y/N). He does. You know that. We all do."

"You don't fuck other people when you like someone."

"He treats you differently. We all see it. Not like you're some croweater. You know, the way he protects you... and talks about you... I've never seen him like this. He also does that annoying thing people in love do; trying to find a reason to talk about the other person all the time. He manages to bring you up in every conversation. Seriously, I love you but it's getting annoying."

She laughed bitterly. "He's not in love, Jax."

"Are you?"

"I don't know... For now I just know that I like him. A lot."

Silence for a while.

"Just talk to him straight. Tell him what it is that's bothering you. Talk things out. Maybe you're on the same page here but the miscommunication has perplexed things a little."

"What would I do without you?" she said as a joke because she was too afraid to admit it wasn't one.

"You'd be a total mess" he got up and hugged her while she was still sitting on the chair. "Well... more of a mess than you are now."

She hit his stomach playfully and then he smiled and headed to the door.

"Come say hi before you leave ok?"

She nodded with a cute smile on her face.

A few tiring hours later she locked the office door and started walking to the clubhouse heaving second thoughts. She didn't want to see him but she also obviously did. You know, he was an asshole but he was her asshole. As she walked in she saw the bikers sitting on couches, stools and chairs. The asshole in the corner of the room talking to Chibs. She was torn between wanting to to talk to him, just like Jax said, and trying not to give a fuck and have some drinks with the other guys. She decided she couldn't deal with him, at least for now.

"(Y/N)!" some of them shouted cheerfully. They offered her a beer and Happy offered her his seat. She sat on his bar stool and Happy stood next to her, his arm around her shoulder. She tried to enjoy her time with her friends and ignore Tig on the other side of the room. Whatever it was him and Chibs were talking about it seemed pretty serious. He looked miserable, gulping his beer like there's no tomorrow. She thought that maybe today wasn't the right day to have that talk with him. Instead she tried to focus on having fun. Besides it's what these guys know how to do best.

Half an hour had passed. (Y/N) and the other bikers were laughing loudly now while the Scotsman and Tig were still chatting by themselves.

"I just don't understand why you don't talk to her."

"I told you it's not that simple man" the blue-eyed biker said as he rubbed his temple.

"Tiggy's scared of some pussy."

"Shut up I'm not scared. And she's not just some pussy"

"I know she's not. I just said that to get to you... and you also proved my point."

"What point smart ass?" Tig asked while sipping his beer.

"That she's important to you lad. She's not just someone you happen to shag now and then."

Their conversation was interrupted by (Y/N)'s laugh that was heard from across the room. Jax was once again teasing her as they were play-fighting because he wanted to take a sip of her drink. They were both laughing, (Y/N) pushing him playfully.

"They've been like that for days." Tig was fuming.

"Who?"

"Her and Jax."

"Yeah what about them?" Chibs asked completely oblivious.

"They're constantly flirting and laughing in front of me." He got even angrier with the Scotsman's second question.

"She's laughing with her friend. Shocker."

"Laughing... and teasing each other... and he gave her a ride here in the evening."

"I'm really trying to understand what the problem is here brother. They're friends."

He didn't say anything back. He brought his beer to his lips with his right hand. His left thumb was fighting with his fist. He was getting angrier by the minute. Jax's arm around her waist was the last straw. He unconsciously banged his fist on the table as he stood up with a fast motion.

"What are you doing brother?" Chibs blurted out all worried.

"I'm just having a talk." he said looking straight at the target.

Chibs was quick to stand up and grab Tig's bicep.

"Stop it you fuckhead, you're drunk. Don't say anything you'll regret."

With a quick motion Tig's arm was set free from his brother's tight grip.

He walked towards the bar, eyes glued on (Y/N)'s back.

"Can I have a word with you?" It was supposed to be a question but it sounded more like a command. It was the combination of his serious tone, the look in his eyes and his tight grip on her arm above her elbow.

"Sure" she said confused as she climbed off the stool she was sitting on.

She followed him to his dorm and closed the door behind her. During those seconds that felt like hours she thought of all the possible things he might have wanted to say to her. Being horny from all the alcohol and needing a quick fuck, confessing his undying love to me, asking for my opinion on-

Her internal monologue was interrupted by the tall man standing in front of her.

"Why are you doing this?" his voice a little too loud than usual.

"What are you talking about?"

"Being all flirty and gross with your bud out there."

"Wha- Flirty?" she was really trying to stay calm.

"Don't act like you don't understand. You and Jax."

"What are you on Trager? We're just friends. You know that. And why should I even explain myself?. Besides I sould be the one that's angry. You've been ignoring me all day."

"I'm sorry I don't wanna see you all up on someone else's dick all day."

"Are you jealous Tiggy?" her tone was mean on purpose.

"I'm not jealous. You can go do whatever and whoever you want just not all up in my face... and not involving any club members. You're not some croweater or whatever."

"Oh aren't I now? Last time I checked that's how you've been treating me."

"We just fuck every now and then. We agreed to this. You agreed to this. What were you expecting? Some special treatment? Breakfast in bed and morning cuddles?"

"No but I wasn't expecting you controlling who I fucking talk with either."

He was quiet so she continued:

"You're being ridiculous. You're mad at me for talking to a friend while you're banging different craweaters every night... and you're making sure that I'm aware of it."

He didn't respond yet again.

"But I forgot that apparently you own me or something."

"It's not the same. The croweaters and Jax. They are croweaters; that's what they're supposed to do. Jax is my brother; seeing you all up on each other isn't exactly ideal. Laughing and flirting and riding his bike together.", he yelled.

"I rode his bike not his dick, you asshole."

"Oh are you sure about that? What were you doing locked up in the office earlier? you fucking whore."

She froze at the sound of the last word. Her look hit him harder than any slap ever could. She shook her head while her eyes started getting watery. She couldn't say anything. She didn't want to say anything. He immediately realised what he had done.

"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't-"

She didn't let him finish his sentence. She just turned around, stormed off and banged the door shut behind her. He knew there was no use in trying to follow her and apologize. She was too angry, rightfully so. He rubbed his face and kicked the door in frustration. He sat on the bed, head buried in his arms.

The next day, dozens of missed calls and voicemails later, Tig decided to drop by her house.

"I'm sorry I'm showing up like this... I... You were not picking up and I was worried." He was trying to find the right words standing by the door.

"The possibility that I might not want to talk to you didn't even cross your mind?"

He sighed and once again tried to find the right words: "You don't have to talk to me... Just listen. I have some explaining and apologizing to do. And you don't have to forgive me... just listen to me."

A few seconds later she moved to the side as a sign telling him to come in. She closed the door after he got in and followed him inside. They sat on the couch, Tig once again at a loss for words since her scent was all up in the air.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so deeply sorry... You don't have to forgive me... I just want to say all the things I've wanted to say to you for so long and... and whether you kick me out of here or not is up to you doll."

She was trying her hardest not to smile at his joke at the end as well as hearing the word doll once again. She couldn't hold a grudge against him and that was the worst part.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad... and yell at you... and call you...", he didn't even want to say the word again, "yeah... I'm sorry. I don't have the right to tell you who you can and can't sleep with."

"We didn't sleep together." she said quietly, looking at her hands and then back at his blue eyes.

"I know baby. I believe you", his hand on both of hers now. "I'm just saying that... even if you did, I wouldn't have the right to be mad... I'm just projecting my insecurities on everyone I see around you. Because they're younger and fitter and more attractive-"

"Tig this isn't-"

"No baby, listen to me..." He sighed and continued after he took his hand away from hers.

"This thing between us... it has to stop."

Her heart dropped. Being fuck buddies wasn't exactly ideal but the thought of never being intimate again with him killed her.

"The truth is that I can't bare the thought of you being with someone else, so if I can't have you all to myself I'd rather not have you at all. I'm tired of feeling like this. It's... it's the healthy thing to do."

She was shocked at his words.

"What?"

"I know making a hard choice that's actually the best for my mental state is not really my thing but I want to try it for a change." he said sarcastically with sad eyes.

"You can have me all to yourself...", she said after a while with a smirk, "...well, as long as you get to be all mine as well."

Summary: When (Y/N) tells the Sons she wants to work at Cara Cara they think she means as a porn actress.

(Y/N) was so excited to finally be at the clubhouse again after a busy week of not seeing the guys and Gemma. She was like family to them and they all missed her when she wasn't able to visit them often. As she walked into the garage she saw Jax and Opie sitting at the picnic tables having a conversation, before they both looked up to see her. A warm smile immediately lit up her face as she got closer to them giving them both a tight hug.

"Hey guys. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever" she whined, dragging the last word.

"I don't think that's our fault" Jax said teasing her and making her giggle.

"Shut up you know I'm busy", she began trying to justify why she hadn't seen them in over a week. "How have you guys been?"

They had been talking for a while, telling her all their news about their club business, the other guys and their families, before she got up and announced that she'll head to the clubhouse to greet the other guys too. Jax and Opie started following her inside as well, when they heard her squeal in excitement as she saw most of the other guys sitting at the bar and the couches. She lifted her arms up with a smile and gave everyone a warm hug while they were all greeting her with excited screams like little kids. Soon she was sitting at one of the stools by the bar.

"To what do we owe this honour, beautiful?" Tig asked with a sarcastic tone.

"You guys act like I don't work a 9 to 5 job, 5 days a week, and that's without the extra hours."

"Those 'extra hours' are getting a little too frequent, don't you think? Do you want us to have a few words with that fucker boss of yours?", Chibs questioned her trying not to sound too serious even though he knew they would actually do that for her if she agreed to.

"There's no need to..." she replied with an awkward smile on her face before she continued, "I confronted him..."

"Oh god..." Juice sighed, knowing you could get pretty intimidating while arguing with someone. The other guys laughed.

"No it's not like that. I was polite... at first."

"I can help you bury the body if you haven't taken care of that yet." Happy winked at her making everyone burst into laughs once again.

"Motherfucker's alive and well. I'm the one that would rather be buried right now."

Everyone's weird, confused looks and raised eyebrows made her clear up her last statement: "I got fired is what I'm trying to say here."

"Okay guys let's go, I hope you're all carrying" Bobby joked.

"I mean, I hated the job but it paid well. And now I have to look for a new one and I've been so anxious the last few days." she said after a while desperately.

"You could help at one of our businesses, if that works for you babe" Tig said concerned.

"Work with you? As what? Testing your guns and coke?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Don't act like you don't know we're going legit babe" Jax said with a smirk, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"He seriously asked her to work at the porn studio guys, start running." Chibs exclaimed.

(Y/N)'s confused facial expression turned into a frown of concentration. "Wait, actually that's not a bad idea... I could do that, I think. I mean if you guys want to of course."

More confused looks filled the room.

"It's not that we don't think you're... qualified... we just... are you sure you want to do this?" Juice paused every once in a while, trying to find the right words.

"Yeah. I mean working for a porn studio isn't exactly the thing to add to your resume but I don't care. It can be long-term and I hope you guys pay good, you know I have experience."

"This is different (Y/N). It's professional." Juice talked again. A worried expression on her face now.

"As much as we would all love to see you dressed up as a sexy schoolgirl with a short skirt and glasses fucking your classmates, we want to protect you... you have to think more about this. Seriously." Jax said, being the overprotective friend that he is.

A smile accompanied with a loud laugh replaced the forwn on her face.

"You guys are fucking idiots." The confusion around her reaching its peak.

"I don't wanna be a porn actress." she couldn't even finish her sentence, still laughing. "I wanna work at the office. You know, the financial department."

"Ohhhhhh..." everything finally made sense to the Sons.

"I'm very flattered that you actually considered it though." (Y/N) joked.

"Why didn't you say something? What the fuck were we supposed to think?" Jax chuckled.

"I thought it was obvious you idiots. You know, I have a little thing called an economics degree... and a few years of experience." she said with a tone of irony.

"You have more years of experience with-"

"JAX!" she cut him off and all the guys laughed.

"It's a deal then!" Tig said all excited. "If you change your mind though and want to work in front of the camera you just have to tell us." he winked.

"Yeah totally. We have this new idea for a movie. I think you'd be perfect for it. Hope you're into bondage." Juice said sarcastically and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"You're gonna have to go through a casting process though. I'm the casting director, just so you know." Bobby laughed, making everyone chuckle.

"That's it I'm leaving." she threatened them.

"Relax, relax. We're joking.", Jax said, his arm still around her.

"I'd be the one responsible for the casting if you came for an audition."

click here for part II

Summary: (Y/N) and Tig have both feelings for each other but they're too afraid to try and make this work for various reasons. The most important one for him: the fact that she is Clay's daughter. One night though they both get drunk at a SAMCRO party and one thing leads to another.

"There's no way you actually did that brother. That's a lil too wild even for you." Chibs said to Tig between laughs, his voice raised so that he'd be heard through the music and loud noise of chatter in the clubhouse. It was a Saturday night; the place was filled with sons, croweaters and friends of the club for one of their usual parties. There was a sense of recklessness in the air; a feeling of freedom. The sons had just scored a great deal after weeks of endless runs, adventures and misfortunes so their sense of relief allowed them to have the time of their lives and unwind.

Chibs, Tig, (Y/N) and Juice were all sat around a table drinking, laughing and sharing funny stories... but mostly drinking. The fun atmosphere encouraged them to have a couple more drinks than they normally would, so at this point in the night you would expect them to be laughing about absolutely nothing and trying to make sense of their thoughts to actually form them into sentences.

"He's telling the truth; I was there" Juice said while laughing.

"You had the honor to witness that?" (Y/N) blurted out sarcastically.

"Unfortunately a lot of us did" Juice replied.

Laughs filling the table once again.

Tig was describing one of his "odd" sexual experiences at one of their parties a few months ago.

"The best part though... She later asked for my gun to-" Tig was (fortunately) cut mid sentence by (Y/N): "OH-kay, I really don't think I wanna know how this story continues. I'll go get us more drinks" she said with a smile.

"Hurry up though. You wanna know how it ends" Juice yelled.

Soon she was back with another bottle that after a while was almost gone too. Their chat was interrupted by Clay, (Y/N)'s father. "(Y/N) baby, me and Gem are going home, come on we'll drop you at your house"

"Actually I'm planning on staying for a little longer"

Clay didn't like the sound of that, which was visible on his face.

"I'll be fine" she said to reassure him while trying to hide how drunk she was.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Ask one of the guys to give you a ride home when you wanna leave. The least drunk one... Please." Clay said making the rest burst out laughing. "Ok dad thanks. See you tomorrow" she replied with a bright smile on her face, her eyes tired.

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A couple hours later the clubhouse was almost empty. The wild party felt like it was a daydream that was now gone. Bobby was sat at a bar stool, almost asleep, talking with a prospect and Happy was sleeping on a couch with an also sleeping croweater on top of him. The only source of noise in the room was Tig, Chibs, Juice and (Y/N) still enjoying each other's company.

"Alright guys I think I'm going to bed" Juice said quietly while rubbing his face. His eyes looked tired. "We should all go lads, it's getting too late" Chibs said.

"You guys are such party poopers come on you can't leave now" (Y/N) said dragging the last word while putting her arms around Chibs' neck. "Don't leave me now Chiby" she practically whispered with a whining tone on her voice, as she started kissing his cheek multiple times, clearly too drunk. "Chiby?" Tig laughed. "I'm double your age kid, which means I have half your energy. I honestly don't know how I'm still up. Should've been dreaming a long time now" Chibs replied to (Y/N) while standing up after Juice. "Make sure to drive her home Tiggy. We don't want the president angry with us" Chibs looked at Tig and he nodded. They soon were out of sight.

"Can you believe these guys?" (Y/N) mumbled, her face buried in her bent arms on the table, eyes closed.

"Come on we gotta take you home" Tig said.

"Nooooo, don't be like them"

"How do I always get myself into this shit?" Tig asked himself after he sighed. "Come on we promised Clay we would take you home and I don't think I can stay up much longer. Let's go." He continued.

"I'm not going anywhere. I only agreed with him so he would leave me the fuck alone."

"Oh boy" Tig said while thinking that Clay was going to kill him.

"Come on babe you're almost asleep"

(Y/N) mumbled something the biker couldn't understand.

"Ahhh shit... Come on you'll sleep in my dorm" Tig sighed, making (Y/N) all excited before he continued "I'll pass out on one of the couches here."

At this point (Y/N) was stood up, the dizziness hitting her even harder now. "Shit" she put her left hand on her eyes and the right one on the table trying to regain her balance. "At least take me to your dorm because I don't even think I'm capable of doing that right now" she laughed and pulled his hand trying to get him off the couch.

Her thoughts were blury. She knew what she was trying to do but she was caught between not wanting to do it drunk and knowing that she wouldn't have the courage to initiate anything sober. She had a crush on Tig for as long as she could remember. His humour, his confidence, his experience, the way he cares so much about the people he loves and his loyalty to them... Everything about him seemed perfect to her even though she knew he was a man far from "perfect". He made mistakes but always tried to make it right in the end. The constant flirting between the two was driving her insane because he still hadn't make a move but she was catching herself too often thinking that this is how Tig is, getting all frustrated. He flirts with every woman he comes across so she thought that she was nothing special to him. As much as she was dying to make a move to catch his reaction, feel his touch, his hair, his bare skin on hers, only the thought of it was giving her anxiety. Not only because he was so experienced and thought that she didn't stand a chance with him, but also because of Clay. She knew that if anything ever happened between her and Tig, her father would kill him and that's not a figure of speech. But now that embarrassment and fear had been long gone after all those drinks, it was the perfect chance. Just the fact that she asked him to take her to his dorm was beyond anything she was able to do sober.

Tig put an her arm over his shoulders to keep her on her feet and walked with her across the long hallway. He opened the door of his dorm and the second they stepped in (Y/N) walked towards the bed and fell lightly on it, a cute smile on her face as she lied there, her comfort almost visible as her eyes were closed.

He stood there with his arms on his waist and let out a sigh of relief. He watched the street lights peeking through the blinds casting shadows on her body; colourful shapes on her bare legs and short black dress. He could stand there watching her for an eternity. Her hair all messy now that she was lying there, her curves being hugged by her tight dress that was now rising dangerously and her beautiful smile making his legs even weaker than they were because of his tiredness.

After a few seconds that felt like hours he heard her mumble "Help me change Tiggy."

"I- I'm-" he stuttered. Drunk (Y/N) knew what she was doing to him and she was, needless to say, very amused. "Shit shit shit shit.", the only thing drunk Tig could think right now.

"What's taking so long Trager?"

He couldn't say anything. He just swallowed loudly and walked slowly towards her, as she was laying on the bed facing the ceiling, her hands thrown up in a weird position. He took off her shoes and then slowly made his way up her body as he put his hand under her trying to find the dress's zip. After what felt like a century to him he finally found it and unzipped it as his hand was sliding down her back. Her dress now looking more loose on her shoulders revealing her black bra straps. As he was struggling to take it off, he heard her chuckle, her eyes still closed.

"For the amount of times you've done this I thought it would be way easier for you" she said sarcastically making him laugh as well. He stood back taking in the full view only now realising that the woman of his dreams was laying in her underwear on his bed... and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Wait what are you changing into exactly?" he asked, the alcohol only now letting him think about this detail.

"One of your shirts" she smirked.

He took a deep breath and started looking through his drawers finally finding a white SAMCRO t-shirt.

"You're lucky I actually did my laundry recently"

"Goodnight doll" he said softly after he helped her put the shirt on.

"Where are you going?" she whined, her voice all needy, turning him on even more.

"I'm sleeping on the couch, remember?"

She had actually forgotten about it.

"Nooo don't leave me alone" her voice sexier than before. She held his hand and pulled him lightly, since he was standing next to the bed.

"What if the Mayans attack the clubhouse while we're all asleep and I'm here all alone and unprotected. If I die it's your fault." she mumbled sarcastically as her drunk brain was trying to find some funny excuses.

"We've had peace with the Mayans for almost a year now love."

"Ok what if the police come in and see that I'm drunk and they arrest me and I go to jail for all my life" she whined.

"(Y/N)... babe... you can't go to jail for being drunk. Also you're not underage... for quite some time now actually"

"Can you stop trying to find logic in what I'm saying and just come lay with me for while?" she said almost too angry compared to her tone prior.

"Just stay here until I fall asleep and then you can go try to find some couch to sleep on next to Bobby or a croweater if you're lucky" she paused.

"Please" she begged him as she opened her eyes meeting his. He couldn't resist her. He knew that but was trying to convince himself otherwise. Everything that was holding him back disappeared after they made eye contact. He took his kutte and shoes off and got in bed trying to avoid looking at her out of shame even though she was the one that asked him to do so. She caught him off guard when she got closer to him and laid on his chest. Both of them drowning in each other's smell and touch now. His guilt was trying to take over as well as his fear of Clay finding out, but eventually her fingertips moving slowly on his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt separating her fingers and his skin, made him forget about everything.

A few seconds later he heard her sweet voice once again. "Your shirt smells like cigarettes." It was true. Too many people were smoking at the party earlier and they both spent most of their time inside the clubhouse. She started unbuttoning it. He didn't say anything in his defense this time. He was enjoying it. Her fingertips brushing through his bare chest for the first time. He knew that even if he tried he wouldn't be able to say a word so he didn't fight it. She helped him take his shirt off and laid in their previous position, her lying on his chest, only this time his hand was hugging her waist. He felt her bare thigh on top of his legs. He was hard for quite some time now and needless to say that didn't help the situation at all. He didn't want to initiate anything more though. As much as he wanted this, he didn't want to take advantage of the fact that she was drunk. And he didn't want for them to not even remember the first time they had sex. For now he could only relax and enjoy the fact that her warm body was pressed against his.

"What's your favourite colour Tiggy?" she blurted out all of a sudden.

"What?" the question took him by surprise.

"You heard me."

"um... Black... I guess"

"Ok. What are your top three favourite colours? In order."

"Black... red... blue" he said with a raised eyebrow, pausing after each word taking some time to think.

"Why are you asking me this shit?" He asked quietly before finding the courage to remove his hand from her waist and start stroking her hair.

"I don't know... I feel like people are so caught up in their miserable adult lives they sometimes forget to sit back, unwind and just ask the people they love what their top three favourite colours are." The people they love. "Does that make sense?" she asked him.

"...No." he laughed.

"Well what if you wanted to buy someone a gift and you don't know what to get them. I'm sure knowing their top three favourite colours would help tremendously."

He laughed once again at how drunk yet adorable she was.

"Why are there more chances to know someone's life problems than the colours the find pretty? What if I was getting you a gift and I found a red shirt and a blue shirt? Now I know that I would get you the red one since red is your number two but blue is your number three." She said looking up to face him, raising the inner parts of her eyebrows unconsciously.

"Doll... have you ever... seen me wear a red shirt... ONCE?" he said trying to hide away laughs.

"Shut up" she whined, still looking at him.

"You are the most adorable human I've ever had the chance to meet" was all he was able to say while smiling. As she wasn't breaking eye contact though his smile faded. He took all the courage he had left in him and kissed her, afraid of her reaction. She kissed him back only to pull away a few seconds later, look into his clear blue eyes and lay on his chest again later on after a moment of silence. "You need to reconsider your top three favourite colours".

She was asleep a few minutes later. He knew cause he could hear her breathing being slower than before. He agreed to lay with her untill she fell asleep but he couldn't find himself to leave the warmth their two bodies had produced. He fell asleep a few minutes after her while stroking her arm.

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"mmmm" (Y/N) groaned the morning after while she started waking up. She realised she wasn't home. "Shit" she mumbled. And then she realised who she was lying next to. "Shit shit shit" the only thing running through her mind was why she was sleeping next to Tig while they were both half naked and she was wearing one of his shirts. She couldn't remember most of last night. She was lying face down, now wiggling around in order to lift her upper body and rest on her elbows.

Her moving around woke Tig up.

"Mornin' doll" he said with a smile and sleepy eyes while stretching his arms.

"Tig, why are we half naked?" her voice full of worry. "What happened? Did we...? Did we have sex last night?"

"What? No" he answered quickly. "Don't you remember anything?"

"No" she hesitated.

The first thing that came to his mind was the tender kiss they shared last night, not knowing if he was disappointed or relieved that she did not remember it.

"We're half naked because you said my shirt smelled like cigarettes..."

"Okay I can believe that."

"And you weren't comfortable in your dress so you wore one of my shirts" he said, completely skipping the part where she asked him to undress her.

"Ok." she sighed with relief.

"Did I do anything embarrassing?"

"You were begging Chibs not to go to bed while kissing his cheek repeatedly" he replied after he took some time thinking.

"I would do that even if I was sober."

"Still embarrassing..." they both laughed.

"Do you seriously not remember a thing?" he asked after a while all serious.

"The last thing I remember was my dad telling me to ask one of you guys to drive me home"

"Yeah I tried to make that happen but your stubborn ass had different plans"

(Y/N) laughed.

"And this is why Clay's gonna chop my head off."

"Think positive could've been your dick."

"I'm serious (Y/N)."

"Seriously? I'm tired of my dad acting like I'm some kid all the time. I'm an adult and I wanted to party. Where I slept is none of his business. Besides he's not even gonna see me here. I'm just gonna go home in a while and that's it... he's not gonna see me unless he has camped outside my house or something."

"Doesn't even sound too far fetched to me if I'm being honest" Tig said and (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll go get changed" she said before she grabbed her dress that was carefully put on a chair and headed to the bathroom. Tig couldn't help but think how she was okay with him undressing her last night but she wouldn't even feel comfortable putting her dress on in front of him today. He knew that it was mostly because of the alcohol. He couldn't help but think how all of her actions last night was just her being horny, because of the booze, in front of the first man she came across, not some kind of confession he had hoped for. "She was blurting out bullshit cause she was drunk" he thought. "Hell, she would be willing to fuck any adult with a dick last night and I just happened to be there." His thoughts were interrupted by her getting out of the bathroom.

"You can take a shower if you want." he told her.

"Nah... I'll head home, sleep some more, then take a shower there when I wake up... Thank you though."

He nodded and smiled.

"You're coming to Gemma's dinner thing tonight, yeah?" he asked her once she was almost out the door

"Do I even have a choice?" she laughed.

"Guess not... Do you need a ride home?"

"It's ok. I'll ask one of the guys that are already up to give me a ride. Get some rest." she said lovingly.

Clay had just arrived at the clubhouse and was talking to Juice about something the club had to take care of. He asked him to do some digging online about the subject and hit his back in a friendly manner.

"Who drove (Y/N) home yesterday?" the overprotective father suddenly remembered to ask Juice.

"I don't know man. We were up till pretty late last night. Me and Chibs headed to bed and she was left with Tig so probably him."

"Good." was the only thing Clay said. It is known that he trusts Tig the most so he was happy to hear that... until he saw her walking into the bar area of the clubhouse wearing yesterday's clothes. She only now looked up to see him.

"Shit." she whispered to herself.

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click here for part II