tig and his dog

Extending the Family

A/N - So, I’m watching SOA all the way through again because I recently brought the box set, and I’ve just watched the part where they go to the dog fighting place. I fucking hate animal abuse, and the way the boys - especially Tig - react to it all made me fall in love with them even more. So I decided to write an imagine about it! :)

Waiting outside of the unit the guys sent you to, you bite your nails, your skin crawling. Heart wrenching yelps were escaping from the windows of the place, your ears being filled with the horrific noise.

The noise is temporarily overpowered, the roar of motorbikes causing relief to flow over you. You wait for the boys to kill their engines, you quickly striding over to them, standing next to your man as he gets off his bike.

“What the hell is this place?” you ask painfully, not sure if you want to know the answer. You’ve grown up with dogs since you were a kid, animals being one of your favourite beings, and you couldn’t fathom the idea of people hurting them for their own cruel entertainment.

Tig wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head as he holds you close. A loud howl sounds through the air, your head spinning towards the building. Tig’s body stiffens, him having the same adoration for animals as you do, specifically dogs.

“Let’s go.” Jax says, the boys nodding before you all start walking towards the entrance of the place. Tig has his hand wrapped around your waist, you pulled closely into his side as you walk in time. “Everybody clear on the plan?”

Noises of confirmation answer Jax’s question, you nodding, too scared about what you’re about to see to talk. Jax nods, walking through the door, Chibs, Bobby, Happy, Tig and you close behind.

“Oh my god.” you whisper, trying to keep your composure. Tig squeezes your hip, his arm around you being the only thing stopping you from straying from the plan and going bat shit crazy.

Men stand around some sort of box, a make shift ring for the fight. Money is being thrown left and right, bets being placed as two dogs go head to head within the confined pen, yelping and crying making you want to shove your fingers in your ears.

You and Tig stand frozen, the other boys scouring the place for some dude, the two of you not being able to comprehend what’s happening. After what feels like years, some men cheer, others make sounds of defeat, the winning dog being removed from the ring. You step closer, leaving Tig’s grip, a white pitbull left lying on her side, scarlet blood adorning her coat. Thick cuts are scoured into her skin, your hand flying to your mouth.

You watch in horror as a man enters the box, him lifting the beautiful yet beaten animal up into his arms, his feet carrying him away from the ring and up some sort of ramp.

You quickly turn to your boyfriend, his gaze already on the man as he begins to follow him, you doing the same. You catch eyes with Jax, the other three men following you and Tig.

Tig leads the way, you following down some wooden stairs, a man heading through a door that leads outside. As you reach the back part of the building, the sound of buzzing flies is all you can hear, the smell of something rotten making you cover your nose.

“No, no no.” is all Tig mutters, one of his hands lifting a bin lid to reveal deceased dogs, their corpses bloody and lifeless, shoved and squished into the bin. Your body is burning with rage, you wanting nothing more than to unload a clip into any person taking part in this disgusting activity.

You watch in horror as the man pulls out his piece, aiming it as the dogs skull, not giving a shit about the animal in any sense. “Oi!”

Your yell pulls the man’s attention, Tig having his own gun pointed as you walk over to the injured dog, your eyes filling with tears at the sight of her wounds. Although she has been treated so wrongly, she still wags her tail as you stroke her, your heart aching at how trusting she is.

You tune out the conversation between the MC and the monster of a man, your concern focused on the animal. “Hey, baby. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

You feel a hand on your back, the scent of Tig filling your senses as he comforts you. He strokes the girls fur coat, her tongue hanging out of her mouth from exhaustion and pain.

“Take them to the clubhouse.” Tig orders, you standing up and moving out of the way as Phil lifts the wounded animal up, you turning to Tig, your hands stained with blood. He grasps your chin gently, your eyes focusing on his as you try to move past the shock you’re feeling. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, baby, okay? Look after our girl.”

You nod obligingly, Tig locking your lips with his passionately, your hands grasping as his kutte. You pull away, resting your forehead against his, placing a single kiss to his lips. “I love you. Be careful. All of you.”

You move your gaze to the other members, them nodding in agreement, you turning away to follow Phil to the van, praying that this poor, innocent pup will be okay.

After you and Chibs patch up the new addition, Tig lifts her up, carrying her to his apartment within the clubhouse. You follow, obviously, the unnamed dog being placed carefully on the bed, you and Tig taking a seat next to her frame.

“So, what you wanna name her?” he asks, his eyes filled with adoration as he looks at you. You smile, placing your lips to his in a tender kiss, the amount of love you have for this man being unexplainable in words.

“It’s up to you, baby.” you respond, caressing his cheek with your fingertips, him nestling into your touch. “You’re such an amazing person, Tiggy.”

You can tell he’s fighting with himself, wanting to voice all the reasons on why he’s anything but amazing. You glare at him warningly, a sigh escaping his lips as he decides to let it go, much to your pleasure. “You make me a better person, (Y/N).”

Looking at each other, happy and content in your private, little bubble, you can’t imagine being anywhere but here, being with anyone but this gorgeous man in front of you.

A whine breaks up the moment, a giggle bubbling from your lips as you look down at the new family member, her tail wagging and head tilted as she waits for your attention.

“Winnie.” Tig whispers, cradling the dogs head within his hands. “Means happiness, peaceful friend.”

His bright blue eyes catch yours, a smile slipping onto your lips as you nod, admiring your family of three. “Winnie it is.”

Originally posted by fand0ms4all

A/N - I hope you liked this! I love Tig and dogs so much😂😘 xxxxxx


“Look, all I’m saying is a girl like that? She’s gonna want a guy who can take charge sometimes,” Kozik said, as he and Juice walked back to their bikes, “you’re a great guy, Juice, you’re a real sweetheart, and you’re gonna end up with a great girl,” condescension was thick in his voice, “but her? She’ll get bored soon enough, and she’ll go looking for something more exciting, you know, someone more like me. And as long as you’re too chicken shit to actually ask her to be your girlfriend, I’ll have no problem with taking her.”

Juice scowled. Kozik was his brother, and he loved him like a brother, but ever he’d officially transferred from the Tacoma charter to Charming he’d had his eye on you, and with each passing day he was growing less subtle. Juice didn’t like it, but there wasn’t too much he could do about it, you weren’t his old lady, you weren’t even his girlfriend, you’d just been casually dating for a little while, he didn’t even know if you were exclusive,  and as much as he liked you he didn’t want to drive you away by being too intense too soon.

“I’m part of an MC,” Juice said, “I run guns for a living, I just spent two years in prison, most girls don’t find that boring.”

Kozik laughed, putting his helmet on as he climbed onto his bike, “she’s not exactly most girls,” he replied, starting his bike, kicking up the stand, clunking it into gear, and leaving Juice still strapping his helmet on in the parking lot.

It wasn’t a long ride back to TM, but Juice spent the entire ride thinking about you, thinking about your relationship, and thinking about how to tell you he wanted to get more serious. He hated to admit it, but maybe Kozik was right, maybe he was just too nice for you, too much the nice guy compared to men like Kozik, typical bad boys.

Kozik’s bike was already in there when Juice got back. The sun was just setting and the TM lot and shop were empty, but Juice could hear music coming from the clubhouse. He backed his bike into the line of Harleys, climbing off and heading towards the clubhouse, where he figured he’d grab a beer and call you, see if you wanted to hang out that night.

He walked into the clubhouse, and immediately his eyes landed on you, Kozik’s arm around your shoulders.


“You and I should hang out some time,” Kozik said, casually draping an arm over your shoulders, “grab a beer or something.”

You rolled your eyes, “Kozik, you’re my friend, and I like being your friend, but I’m seeing Juice.”

“Yeah,” he said, “but it’s not like he’s your old man or anything, we can still have some fun.”

You’d spent most of the afternoon at the clubhouse, helping Gemma and Lyla organize some stuff for a big party they were planning for that weekend, and somehow, as all the Sons returned from their various club duties that day, the party planning had turned into a small party of its own. You’d been having a great time talking to Tig about his childhood pet dog when Kozik had wandered over, two drinks in his hands, one held out for you.

You truly did like Kozik, as a friend. If it weren’t for Juice, you might have even considered taking Kozik up on his offer. You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but you were having a great time with Juice, and your relationship might have been fairly new, but you were looking forward to seeing where it would go.

“Sorry, Herman,” you said, “it’s just not gonna happen, I like Juice.”

He sighed, taking a swig of his beer, “fine,” he said, “I suppose if he makes you happy I’ll learn to accept-”

“Y/n?” you looked up to see Juice walking across the clubhouse towards you, and he looked pissed, “Kozik, get your fucking arm off my girl.”

You had been ready to start defending yourself, to tell him that nothing was going on, that Kozik was just being flirty and it wasn’t a big deal, but something about the way Juice had said ‘my girl’ left you lost for words. You loved how kind Juice was, how sweet he could be, but seeing him like this? Seeing him angry, seeing him possessive? This was definitely a new side to Juice.

“Your girl?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “you’re my girl, you got that?”

You nodded, trying not to blush at seeing Juice like this, seeing the fire in his eyes. The weight of Kozik’s arm disappeared from your shoulders, and Juice’s hand wrapped around your wrist, “come with me,” he said, pulling you towards the dorms. He pushed the closest door open, pulling you inside after him.

As soon as the door shut behind you his mouth was on yours as he pinned you against the closest wall. Usually Juice’s kisses started gentle, but this was hard, it was rough, and it was really fucking hot.

He stopped kissing you for a moment, sucking and nipping at your neck quickly before stepping back a little.

“I want us to be exclusive,” he said, “I want you to be my girlfriend, and one day I want you to be my old lady. Is that okay with you? Because if it’s not then we might as well just end this now.”

You nodded, “yeah, that’s more than okay with me Juice, I want that too,” you replied.

“Good. And that means no more letting him flirt with you like that, no more letting anyone flirt with you like that, you’re mine and I’m yours and that’s that.”

“Yeah,” you said, “I’m yours and you’re mine,” you repeated.

He stepped back in, his lips pressing against yours, his body melting into yours, as he kissed you like he never had before, making you feel things like you never had before.