#Juice Ortiz reader insert

[brunettemarionette]

the only female mechanic series

Gemma sighs as she talks over the phone. "…no, she doesn't have any open appointments for the next few months. I have Tig, Juice, or Opie free?… okay well, I'll book you in with her if anything opens up. Bye." She sighs putting the phone down walking outside.

The guys were all standing watching you bent over the hood of a car, looking into the window, with your overalls on, arms tied around your waist, and a cropped vest. "Does anyone work around here?"

They all scurried away in case you turned and notice them staring.

The matriarch of the club sighs before giving you a once over and staring at your ass until she notices Clay staring at her with a smirk. "Stop staring at the kid's ass while she's working," he says teasingly.

Gemma just smirked, whispering in her husband's ear as he rubbed a hand over his chest, "I will when you do, baby."

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

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⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

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[jinxyvvrites]

└ sons of anarchy ┐

Read with caution, MDNI. There will be filth/dark themes present. If you’re not into this, avoid anything tagged with an [m] in the title / in the nsfw area of the list. 

<< a handy lil navigation guide >> 

♤ - authors favorite, [m] - mature / dark themes, ♥ - heavy fluff, ☁ - heavy angst / sadness, ☠ - character death/ death, ♔- self indulgent (( usually written solely for me, by me.. Heavy self insert / reader characterization, possibly an OC )), ✄ - abandoned work, ✦ - completed work && ✧ - work in progress.

happy reading, buttercups.

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└ juice ortiz ┐

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[lostgirlfandom]

Sons of Anarchy/Mayans MC Masterlist

Old Masterlist

Jax Teller

Tig Trager

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Juice Ortiz

Happy Lowman

Ezekiel

Angel

Coco

Bishop

Hank "Tranq"

Marcus Alvarez

Gilly

Creeper

[moonhowlerpack]

“All I have are memories now” {Requested}

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Requested by: @c-ly-g

Looking down at the freshly dug up dirt water hit the ground softly muting the world around you. Chibs stood next to you holding your daughter where she laid asleep after crying, while your son stood next to arm around your waist while the other hand held his and Juice favorite comic book.

Chibs wrapped his arm around your shoulder bringing you closer to him making sure to keep you warm, but you couldn’t feel anything the pain of this heartbreak was to much for you making you lose your senses just like you lost Juice. It was sudden and unexpected nut you told yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of your children.

Staying strong was the only thing that Juice asked you before he passed on, remembering the memories where you just had started dating. Your parents were semi strict they would let you go out but you had to be home by midnight it the only rule they asked from you well besides if you were drunk that you would call them at least then they knew you were safe.

When you started dating your parents were hesitant at first but eventually they grew accustomed to him your parents knew whenever he was by your house or he was with you when your parents weren't home he would leave a rose.

Throughout your relationship he would send you love letters, if you were sad he would write you one to boost your mood, even after you got married you would have some big fight about something non-important he would slip a love letter through under the door from your shared bedroom.

Clearing your throat to look around you seeing no one here to be with him besides you and Chibs “Mom why did have to leave us and go to heaven” Your little boy looked up at you pure confusion in his eyes Chibs glanced down “He wanted to make sure it was safe for your mom when it was her time you know your dad was always doing crazy things for your mom” Chibs replied softly.

Your son nodded before letting go of your hand and sitting in front of the tombstone opening the comic book in his hand “I know you always read it for me dad but i think its my turn now” Your son muttered before he started reading. Hearing footsteps behind you made you tense up Chibs also heard the footsteps before turning around and seeing Jax.

Chibs glanced back at you making brief eye contact with as if signalling you who it was that was walking towards you. Jax stopped a couple behind you but didn’t acknowledge him you didn’t want to see the man who murdered your husband in cold blood.

Jax sighed sadly before he walked up to you and crouching next to your son and placing a bouquet of flowers on his tombstone before turning towards you opening his mouth to apologize but you shook your head no not letting him speak.

Jax stood there observing you and your kids watching you stand tall with a brave face for your kids but any person who has went through grief knows what kind of facade it is. Your daughter clinged onto Chibs seeing her face with tracks of her tears down her face while your son sat in front of his fathers tombstone finishing up the comic book in his hand.

Your son stood up looking Jax in his face before grabbing your hand signalling he was ready to leave your son still making eye contact with Jax frowned up at him for a moment Jax saw Juice’s facial features on his face before they disappeared.

Your son stood up straight puffing out his chest gripping our hand tightly as if was gaining strength from you “All I have are memories now”. Your son said before he began to walk away with you and Chibs in tow Chibs turned back to look at Jax seeing his eyes welling up with tears and a saddened face before Jax turned to Juice’s tombstone once again.

Jax crouched down patting the tombstone “Why didn’t you just tell me you had a family” Jax muttered as if Juice could hear him a gust of wind blew him and he fell on his knees seeing the comic book left on the dirt seeing a sentence that caught his eye. ‘No matter the situation I will never give up my family's safety’ and with that Jax cried to his old friend.

GIFS DO NOT BELONG TO ME ALL CREDITS TO THE OWNER

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[deanstrapqueen]

Sons of Anarchy

Dedication: Juice Ortiz/Reader, one-shot, smut, Dom/sub undertones, no warnings - 1,018 words

Protector: Juice Ortiz/Gender-Neutral Reader, one-shot, fluff, angst, happy ending, mentions of violence - 770 words

[fandom-oneshots-etc]

Requests are OPEN🎉

Dear All,

Requests are now OPEN! Please feel free to send in your requests. I have listed the characters that I write for below the ‘keep reading’ line. A few things to remember:

I do NOT write ships like Buddie etc. I only write Reader-Inserts.

I only write for characters mentioned in the list as well as any that have been added under the Additional Characters sections on my Masterlist.

I have not yet written SMUT fics, but I am not opposed to doing so.

I do not currently have an uploading schedule, but I will try to get any requests done ASAP.

That’s all there is to say, so feel free to request!

Thanks,

Emily xoxo

Complete Character Masterlist

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

9-1-1 LONE STAR

Carlos Reyes

Judd Ryder

TK Strand

AVENGERS

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Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

BRASSIC

Vinnie O'Neil

CASTLE

Javier Esposito

Kevin Ryan

Richard Castle

CHICAGO FIRE

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

CHICAGO PD

Antonio Dawson

Jay Halstead

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

FATE THE WINX SAGA

Riven

Sky

FRIENDS

Joey Tribbiani

HARRY POTTER

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Fred Weasley

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Harry Potter

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James Potter

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Sirius Black

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Troy Bolton

LETHAL WEAPON

Martin Riggs

OUTERBANKS

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

RIZZOLI & ISLES

Frankie Rizzoli

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

SHERLOCK

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

SONS OF ANARCHY

Chibs Telford

Happy Lowman

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Tig Trager

SUPERNATURAL

Castiel

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

THE ORIGINALS

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

TWILIGHT

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

YOUTUBERS

Colby Brock

[mysticalsoups]

Fic Request ✨

Hi hello there! Currently my fic requests are open :)

I love to write tropes (literally quite anything) and I mostly write reader insert fics, but I am also willing to write specific relationships between characters! :)

The fandoms I write for:

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Penelope Garcia Emily Prentiss Jennifer Jaerau David Rossi

Supernatural

Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Crowley

Sons of Anarchy

Jackson Teller Happy Lowman Harry 'Opie' Winston Philip 'Chibs' Telford Alexander 'Tig' Trager Juan 'Juice' Carlos Ortiz

Shameless

Kevin Ball Lip Gallagher

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper Argyle Steve Harrington Eddie Munson Jonathan Byers

!! characters not included in this list are also welcome, as long as it includes in the fandom :) !!

[queenimmadolla]

been reading your posts on racism in fandoms lately and i absolutely agree on all of them! tbh this is the only blog i feel safe to express my frustrations on the topic

ive recently watched better call saul on netflix with my parents and i love the 2 main latino characters on there and obv looked up fics of them but there are so little of them even though they are in the main cast! it also irks me that in x reader fics, the reader is always someone who is not of the same culture which sure can be interesting for a story but it is EVERY fic where reader is just assumed non-latino. and when the reader IS latino the writer has to make it known that they are in weird ways and constantly within the story. like " reader spoke with their perfect mexican accent " type weird.

just ugh as a mixed race person (mexican/white) its been frustrating me alot!

the struggle to find fics is how i feel about my boy juice ortiz 🥵. he gets paid DUST, but i cant say the amount of pedro pascal reader insert fics i've read where it's heavily implied i'm a borderline sassy white woman who only wears tea dresses and resembles jennifer lawrence or blake lively are any better.

the latter half of your statement is why I think (and prefer) it's completely okay for white creators to not write poc!readers. they definitely shouldn't exclude us, but there's no way they can accurately depict us without it seeming inauthentic or like we're one big stereotype because they're simply not apart of our race or culture. that's why i like to stress that we're not asking white creators to write specifically for us. when we ask for inclusivity, we're asking not to be excluded.

[brunettemarionette]

You’re the new, young, and undeniably gorgeous bartender at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse—a fresh face in a place filled with rough edges and untold stories.

You could feel their eyes on you when you walked through the door. Jax’s easy charm, Chibs’ sly grins, Tig’s unapologetically lingering stares, Juice’s playful curiosity, Happy’s silent intensity, and Opie’s quiet, watchful presence—they each had their own way of noticing you, and none of them were subtle about it.

The clubhouse is alive tonight, packed with familiar faces and the steady rhythm of rock music pounding through the air. The smell of leather, motor oil, and cigarette smoke hangs heavy, but it doesn’t faze you anymore.

You carry a tray of drinks through the crowd, weaving between bodies like you’ve been doing this for years, even though it’s only been a few weeks.

The black tank top Gemma insisted you wear hugs your curves just right, drawing more than a few appreciative glances from the members—and a couple of jealous ones from the club girls.

Gemma nods at you from her spot at the bar, her approval subtle but unmistakable. It means a lot coming from her. You’ve worked hard to earn her respect, and you know better than to let her down.

This job isn’t just about pouring drinks or serving beers—it’s about being sharp, reliable, and proving you’re someone the club can trust.

As you approach the table where the guys are sitting, you catch Jax’s blue eyes fixed on you with that signature smirk playing on his lips. Chibs leans back in his chair, his accent cutting through the noise as he murmurs something to Tig, who grins like he’s up to no good—again. Juice flashes you a boyish smile, his tattooed head tilted in curiosity, while Happy gives you a once-over, his expression unreadable but somehow still appreciative. Opie doesn’t say a word, but his gaze lingers, steady and intense, like he’s sizing you up or deciding what kind of trouble you might bring to the table.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Chibs warns with a chuckle as you sidestep Juice, who’s practically spinning in his seat to watch you move. “The boys might get the wrong idea.”

You smirk at the Scotsman, meeting his playful gaze for a moment before moving on. You’ve quickly learned that banter is part of the job—keeping them on their toes is almost as important as keeping their drinks full.

Gemma is watching from her spot at the end of the bar, her sharp eyes assessing as you make your rounds. When you finally make your way back to the counter, she leans in and mutters just loud enough for you to hear, “You’re doing good, kid. Keep it up, and you might just survive these jackasses.” Her words are teasing, but there’s a thread of approval in her tone that makes you feel like you’ve passed some kind of test.

But it’s not just about the drinks or the banter—you know this job is about trust. The guys don’t just let anyone in, and earning your spot here means proving you’ve got what it takes to handle the chaos. Whether it’s pouring shots, cleaning up after a fight, or deflecting a flirtatious comment with a sharp tongue, you’ve made it clear you’re not just a pretty face.

As you set a fresh round of beers in front of Jax, his blue eyes lock onto yours. He tilts his head, that signature grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Careful, darlin’. You keep working this hard, and we might have to keep you around.”

There’s a flicker of heat in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you roll your eyes with a smile, returning to the bar before he can see the flush creeping up your neck.

You can feel all their eyes on you—each one with a different intention, a different level of interest. But for now, you focus on the task at hand. After all, this isn’t just a job; it’s your way into their world, and you’re determined to prove you belong.

[screamqueenmacher]

The Run (Chibs x Plus Size Reader) - Chapter 2

I've posted the link before but *shrugs*. TW description of injury

The ride back to your apartment was anything but silent. Gemma had taken you by the pharmacy, and for that you were grateful, but it appeared, when she wasn't busy at the garage, Gemma was very chatty. 

“So? You owe someone money for drugs? Crank?”

“I don't do drugs. I don't even know what crank is.” You shrugged, assuming it was a drug. 

“You really have no idea why these guys were after you?” You rested your head against the seat, rolling it to the side to look at her. 

“I really don't. I swear, I'm not running from anyone.” Well, not running from anyone that knew where you were, or was this violent. “I should've thought harder about the van. I just thought…small town. Maybe it was a different driver.”

“Unfortunately, that's not how things go here.”

“Yeah, I've noticed.” You scoffed, earning a small smile from her. “I didn't mean to cause a problem, I just…I didn't know where to go. I knew I needed to come to the garage, and I couldn't go to the ER, so I just…”

“I get it. You don't have to explain yourself to me.” Even though it felt like you did. “And you didn't cause a problem. It's good that you put this on their radar.”

“Right. Good. I can't give them any details other than one of them being maybe a white guy. But it's good.” You sighed, eyes squeezing shut. You'd stopped crying, but everything still hurt. The good doctor wrote you a prescription for pain pills, at least. 

“Just…give yourself time to process. Maybe you'll remember something.” Maybe. If you're lucky. Which, you weren't. 

“Thanks. I will.” Just in time for you to pull up to your apartment. Chibs was there, pulling up into a parking spot. 

“He's here for your protection.” Gemma gave you one of her looks. “Don't forget to use protection.”

“Gemma! I'm not-”

“Go on. You need to get inside.” She nodded towards your building as the man walked up to the side of the car. 

“Thanks.” Your thank you had a small amount of sarcasm to it this time, but you did still mean it. Climbing out of the car, you smiled at your temporary bodyguard. “Sorry you have to be doing this.”

“Tha's okay. Am sorry this happened to you.” He walked to your door with you, watching the area around you as you unlocked your door. You walked in, waiting for him to follow. He hesitated a moment before stepping inside. 

“Make yourself at home. I have soda and…water. Um…there are some more cookies.” You scurried into the kitchen, grabbing the plate of cookies and coming back with them. He had the cutest smirk on his face as he grabbed a cookie. 

“Thanks, darlin’.” He looked around your small living room as he ate. It was barely decorated, mostly just filled with unpacked boxes. You had a small couch and your TV was set up on the floor against the wall. “It's, uh, nice.”

“You don't have to lie.” You smiled, putting the plate on your kitchen table before joining him in the living room. “I haven't really gotten around to unpacking.”

“How long've you been in town?”

“About a month. Little more.” You saw the way his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, I'm not known for my luck.” Which reminded you…

You still hadn't seen yourself. You looked down at your torn shirt, cheeks heating up. Shit. Well, he was quite the gentleman, apparently. Or you just looked that rough, which was a genuine possibility. 

“I'm gonna get changed. See the damage.” You gestured to your face, which you were terrified looked as bad as it felt. 

“I'll be here.” He took a seat on your couch, getting comfortable. 

Hurrying into your bedroom, you grabbed pajamas to change into. Appropriate pajamas. Scurrying into the bathroom, you closed the door, just staring at the doorknob for a moment. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and faced the mirror. 

A sob escaped you when you opened your eyes. Fuck. Tears welled up again as you looked yourself over. Your cheek was purple and had a cut that had been bandaged. Your nose had a bandage over it as well, the coloring a darker, almost black, with an ugly green spreading across it to your eyes. Your lip was busted, which explained why you could still only taste blood. 

Pulling off your shirt, it went straight into the trash. There was no coming back from that. Your bra had blood on it as well, but at least you could probably treat the stain. Taking a washcloth, you ran the water until it was hot, and started wiping away the rest of the dried blood from your body. Without your shirt, you saw the bruising that was starting to cover part of your abdomen and towards your right ribs. Great. You already hated how you looked, and now you were downright grotesque. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you wiped yourself down, stinging the cut on your cheek.

You'd changed into an oversized shirt and long sleep pants. You didn't need to be showing off more of your ugly body than you already had. Moving from the bathroom to your bedroom, you grabbed the stain remover and got to work on your bra. You'd need to take that and your skirt to the laundromat soon. Actually, you needed to do laundry in general soon. The silence in your apartment felt eerie, knowing he was just sitting there without the TV on. 

“Sorry, I probably should've given you the remote.” You came back out, quickly turning on the television and placing the remote on the arm of the couch. 

“S'okay.” The old Scotsman was watching you closely, and you fidgeted awkwardly under his gaze for a moment before flitting off to the kitchen again. 

“You guys drink beer, right? I'll pick some up at the store tomorrow. Whoever has to watch me may as well be comfortable.” You called out, staring into your mostly empty fridge. You needed to get groceries. A girl could only survive on dry cereal and peanut butter sandwiches for so long. There were only a few cans of cola in the fridge, and some bottled water. The milk had expired days ago, and you needed to throw it out. 

“Ya don’ have to worry ‘bout that.” His voice being so close to you made you jump, and you slammed the door to the fridge closed. He had that charming smirk back on his face, just like you had the blush on yours. 

“Nah, I mean, it's the least I could do. I need to go to the store, anyway.” 

“You need to take it easy for a moment.” He reached out cautiously, his hand resting on your shoulder. “Write up a list an’ we'll have one o’ the boys grab whatya need tomorrow.”

“That's really nice, but you guys don't need to-”

“Lass, you got hurt because of us. It's the least we could do.” He pulled you forward slightly, the hand on your shoulder guiding you from your kitchen to your living room. “Relax. Go lie down for a bit.”

“Oh, but, I haven't eaten. Have you? I doubt it. I'll order pizza or-”

“I'll let you order a pizza if you lie down while it's on the way.” You blinked a couple of times, then smiled.

“You'll let me? How kind of you.” You snorted, already pulling out your cellphone to call. “Fine. I'll place the order and let you handle the rest.”

“Sounds perfect.” He gave you a tight smile as you turned and walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. 

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When you'd first gone into your room, you didn't expect to relax. Laying on your bed, your body was sore and it felt impossible for your muscles to relax. Everything in you hurt. You'd come to Charming because you thought it would be a nice escape, a new beginning. So far, this new beginning was absolute dogshit. 

You'd gone through a lot back in your hometown, but you'd never been beaten before. You'd been lucky. Felt up? Pushed around? Sure. But not beaten. Maybe mentally, but never physically. The mental and emotional abuse had become familiar, but you'd at least been lucky to escape with no physical injuries in the past. This was supposed to be a good change. 

You don't know when you fell asleep, or for how long you'd been out, but when you woke up it was completely dark outside. The clock flashed a quarter after nine, which meant you'd been down for at least two hours. And shit. You'd ordered pizza. 

Pizza, which your bodyguard had clearly paid for, since it sat on your kitchen table. When you'd come out of your room, you noticed Chibs asleep on your couch, television on low in the background. You walked carefully, sneaking into your own kitchen so as not to bother him. You promptly devoured a piece of pizza in seconds, already working your second when you heard a loud snort from the other room. You tried stifling your laughter, but you knew he'd heard you. 

“Oh, so Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.” He teased, standing from the couch. 

“I don't know about beauty, but I was definitely sleeping. So were you.” You joked, painfully aware of how far from beauty you were right now. “Thanks for paying for the pizza. I'll get you the cash in a minute.”

“Nah, don’ worry.”

“I'm paying you back, Chibs. I'm the one that ordered it.” 

“An’ I'm the one sayin’ you don’ have ta pay me back. I ate some, you ate some. We're good.” You didn't agree with that logic, but you'd discovered arguing with the older man was tedious. He was as stubborn as he was handsome.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lip. “So, are you taking me to work tomorrow? Just wanted to plan on pants if so.”

“Are ya really sure goin’ ta work is a good idea?” You frowned, and his face turned down to match yours. 

“I can't become some shut in.”

“S'not what am sayin’. You went through somethin’ traumatic.” He was right, but…

“I don't…they may not have anyone else to cover the class.” You realized he probably didn't know what that meant. “I'm supposed to be watching a first grade class again.”

“An’ you want the kids to see you like tha’?” You swallowed harshly. No. No, you didn't. Sighing, you knew it was too late to call anyone now. 

“Fine. I'll call the school in the morning.” You felt defeated. You wouldn't get any money, and you needed that pretty desperately. 

“It'll be fine. Jus’ take a day ta recover.” Nodding, you sat at the kitchen table, picking up your forgotten pizza. He remained standing for a moment but ended up sitting with you. 

“I think I have a curse on me. Unlucky is practically my middle name at this point.” You sighed, taking a bite. You weren't gross about it, but you talked with your mouth full. “I worry that moving here was a mistake. I bought that stupid car before I left, and now look at it.”

“Why'd you move here anyway?”

“I couldn't stay where I was, and I thought Charming sounded charming.” You frowned, finishing the slice. You gestured to your face, grabbing another piece. “This is not charming.”

“So you've had a bad go of it-”

“Had a bad go of it? Have you actually looked at my face?” You pointed directly to your face, circling with your finger. “My car broke down yesterday, and I broke down today.”

“‘M sorry. Ye wouldn' be in this mess if it weren' for us.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “What were you doin’ at the shop this mornin’, anyway? I told you Friday.”

“I was telling Gemma to give up on the car. I'd pay for what I owed from yesterday and then I'd just sell the car for parts or something.” You finished that piece now as well, feeling full, and maybe a little nauseous. “I was going to come back after school got out to pay and it was when I was walking to Teller-Morrow…”

“I don’ know if sellin’ your car's a good idea.” You leaned against the table, resting your forehead against your hand. At least that didn't hurt. 

“I can't afford what I'd owe on Friday, either. I'll just walk or learn public transport or something-”

“Walkin’ is what got you in trouble last time. You should've called the shop for a ride back.”

“Don't blame me for getting jumped and almost kidnapped! I don't want to blame you guys either, but I can't really think of another reason they would've been following me.” You huffed, scowling. Then, you sighed, looking at him again. “Sorry. I'm just…fucked up.”

“S'okay. It is our fault.” He reached out, patting your shoulder. “Your pretty face wouldn' be marred if it weren’ for us.”

“Well, um, fair enough.” You knew you blushed over being called pretty, and that was embarrassing. Getting up from the table abruptly, you set to work putting up the remaining pizza. “Sorry, did you want more?”

“Nah, I've had enough.” He smirked, getting up from the table and leaning against the counter. He simply watched as you busied yourself. “Why couldn’ you stay where you were?”

“Oh! Ah, well…it's just better for…everyone, really, if I'm not there anymore.” You blushed harder at your awkward answer, but now you had nothing to distract yourself with. 

“You on the run?”

“Like from the law? No. God, no, I've never even gotten a speeding ticket.” You huffed. Not that you weren't notorious for speeding, but that was one thing you had luck with. You walked past him, out of the kitchen, and he of course followed. “I just…I guess I'm running from just…the past?”

“I hear ya.” He nodded, taking a seat on your couch. “You don’ owe me anymore info.”

“Right. Thanks.” You stood awkwardly, uncomfortably, next to the small couch before backing up towards your bedroom. “I'm going to go back to bed. Make yourself at home.”

You turned before he could say anything, promptly running into the wall next to your door. Making a weird, disgruntled noise that you struggled to describe to yourself, you hurried into your bedroom and closed the door. 

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In the morning, you felt like death. You'd forgotten to take more painkillers before going to sleep, and by the time you were up and taking them, it was already taking its toll. You barely paid attention to anything, heading immediately to the bathroom without even a glance at the couch. When you came out, male voices greeted you. You rubbed at your good eye, seeing Chibs and Juice standing in your front door, talking. Juice gave you a nice smile and small wave. 

“Morning, Juice. There's pizza, if you're hungry.” You looked at the time, seeing it was barely 8 A.M. “I mean, pizza for breakfast is normal, right?”

“I might take you up on that.” He grinned. “Chibs, you good to take off?”

“Yeah. Bye, lass. Stay safe.” The charming son of a bitch winked at you before leaving. 

“So, ah, Chibs said to have you make a list and I'll run to the store for you when Half-Sack shows up later.” The younger biker stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet. 

“I'd rather just go to the store myself.” You sighed, rubbing your neck. “You can just take me, right?”

“I dunno…you really should stay in and rest.”

“I don't want to stay in and rest. You sound like that stubborn, old bastard.” You huffed, but you made him laugh. 

“He was pretty serious about you staying here.”

“He's not your boss, right?” His eyebrows raised, and he shook his head. “Great. I'll get dressed, and then we can go.”

You left him standing there, hurrying into your room before he could object. You assumed Juice rode a bike, so you went with jeans and a simple graphic tee. When you crossed to the bathroom to check your face, you noticed he was in fact eating the pizza. It made you smile. A smile that disappeared the second you saw yourself in the mirror again. The bruises were worse now, with more green and yellow joining the blue and purple. The cut on your lip had bled more, and you wiped at it briefly. Unfortunately, you had to just give up, leaving the bathroom.

“That's as good as that's gonna get.” You grumbled, grabbing your bag. “I'm ready.”

“Great.” He shoved the rest of his pizza in his mouth, giving you the goofiest but cutest smile. Wiping his hands on his pants, he headed to your front door. He stood close by, keeping watch as you locked the door. “I brought the van, so we can carry the groceries back.”

“Oh, nice.” But your steps slowed slightly as you approached the black van. It was so similar to the one that had been stalking you just a day before. But you swallowed that momentary fear and climbed into the passenger seat. 

The drive to the store was short, and you relaxed more as the drive went on. Inside the store, you desperately attempted to ignore the looks from passersby, but fuck. You know you looked awful, but the way people gawked at you was astounding. You hoped they didn't think Juice had done it to you. Bikers got a bad rap, and you were sure the Sons were no different. 

“Um, I told Chibs I'd buy you guys some beer. I'm not really a beer drinker myself, so you should pick out some stuff.” You gestured to the cases in front of you. Looking like a kid in a candy shop, he grabbed a few cases and put them in the cart. 

“Thanks! You don't have to do that.” He said, but he'd already picked the beer. It made you laugh. 

“Just wanna be a gracious host.” You added, leaving that aisle.

The rest of the shopping trip was uneventful. People kept staring, but at least nobody said anything. Back at your apartment, Juice helped carry in the bags and even helped unpack them.

“I got it from here. You should relax.” You gave him a smile, putting the milk and orange juice in the fridge. 

“I think I should be saying that to you.” He leaned against the wall, watching you for a moment. Suddenly, his phone rang. “Uh, be right back.”

He stepped outside, and you finished putting up the produce and meat you'd bought. Chips and pasta went into the cupboard, and the longer he was gone, the more curious you were. You didn't have to wait much longer before he was coming back in, looking a little anxious. 

“I need to get back to the clubhouse. Do you…want to stay here? Alone.” He didn't look like he thought that was a great idea, and the thought made you nervous as well. “Or, Gemma should be at the garage.”

“Yeah, I'll hang out with Gemma.” You nodded, grabbing your bag again. 

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Gemma wasn't at the garage. You stood in the little office, trying to figure out what to do. You didn't know how long Juice would be busy, and you didn't know any of the others working in the shop. You imagined Chibs was busy with whatever they'd called Juice in for, and it looked like Half-Sack was probably in there as well.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea for you to be here. You probably should've just stayed home. At your apartment. Alone. Ugh. Maybe not. You didn't know what issues the club normally had, but you hoped you didn't make them worse. You probably had, made it worse, that is. You had a special knack for doing that. Making things worse. 

You were stepping out of the office, not sure what you were going to do but not wanting to just exist in there anymore, when a big, black suburban pulled in. You watched, that feeling of nauseating paranoia creeping up your spine. It was just Gemma. You let out the breath you'd been holding, feeling relieved. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” She asked, but continued back into the office. You followed. 

“Juice was needed, and it was come here or stay…” Alone. Unprotected. She gave you a sad look for a moment before rustling through some papers. 

“Got it. You're, uh…”

“You don't have to say I'm looking better, or anything.” You joked, making her smile. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Why don't you have a seat? Do you need anything?” You sat in the chair directly by her desk. 

“A new face.” You teased, laughing at your own joke. “No, I'm fine. Juice took me to the store for groceries earlier. Maybe a new job where I won't scare the kids.”

“Oh, god, did you go to the class again today?”

“No, no. Chibs insisted I not traumatize the children.” You saw that sly look on her face, ready to say something, but you kept going. “And I agreed, because that's not fair to the kids. I'm going to look for something else to do until I don't…look like this.”

She was silent for a while, and you wondered if she'd lost interest in the conversation. Then, she sat back, looking you over. 

“Tell ya what. You can help me here until you heal up.” Your eyebrows shot up, and you felt your jaw hanging open. She had that smirk on her face again, reaching over and patting your hand. “You're welcome, baby.”

“Seriously, Gemma, thank you! You won't regret it. Clerical work is my specialty.” You grinned, smiling bigger when she chuckled. Before you could say anything else, Half-Sack was popping his head into the room. 

“Hey. You ready to go?” You looked to Gemma, who nodded. 

“You start tomorrow.” You still had a stupid smile on your face, and you almost hugged her, but refrained. 

“Thank you! Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.” You bit your lip to try to stop smiling as you followed the prospect to his bike.

[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

You were well aware of the jokes aimed at your boyfriend: you were too good for him, asking if you were blind, if he was sure he was even man enough to impregnate you, etc. But he knew you loved him more than anything and didn’t let their teasing get to him. Or so you thought. Now it all made sense.

He’d been a bit distant, and sometimes a little cold toward you, but when it really counted, he was there for you for whatever you needed. You chalked it up to being nervous about being a father, and thought he’d get over it once he saw his baby boy.

After a day and half of labor, your son was finally in your arms. As the nurses began to check him, Juice turned to one of them.

“Hey, um, could we get a paternity test done?”

The words sucked all the joy right out of you. You looked at him, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze. The nurse turned to you, pity in her eyes, and you nodded your approval. Your baby began to gurgle, drawing your attention back to him, and all your anger left you in an instant.

The following day, everyone came to meet their new, ‘future brother’.

“That is one handsome boy,” Chibs complimented. “Are you sure he’s yours, Lad?” The question brought laughter from everyone, and while you didn’t want to dampen the mood, you couldn’t keep quiet.

“We’ll be getting the paternity results along with our discharge papers,” you smiled sardonically, making the room go quiet.

“What do you mean?” Gemma asked, feeling betrayed. “Who else have you been with?”

“No one,” you replied casually. “but he asked.”

All eyes turned to him then, and he sunk under their weight. There was a knock at the door, and Tara came in with everything, taking a seat beside Jax.

“So, are you ready to go home?” she asked, grinning at your baby.

“Yes, I need to sleep,” you joked, but no one laughed.

“Alright, it’ll just be a few more minutes. Um, do you guys mind stepping out for a bit?” she asked the others. “I need to give them some private information.”

“It’s alright,” you assured. “They know what’s coming.”

“Oh, ok,” she nodded. “Um, Juice, he is your son.”

You saw all the tension leave his body, and he began to grin widely. He got up and strode over to you and the baby, placing a kiss on his head before placing another on your temple.

“Juice?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

“When we get home, I want you to pack your things and leave.”

“What?” If you weren’t incredibly hurt by his suspicion, you’d have felt bad over the horrified look on his face.

“You heard me,” you said coldly. “How long have you been wondering if I’ve been fucking around behind your back? How long have you been thinking so little of me?”

His brothers looked around awkwardly, knowing they had a hand in the collapse of what was supposed to be a new family.

“No, I just… I don’t know!” And he didn’t. He let all the teasing go to his head, and now he was about to lose the love of his life and his son. “I don’t want you to take him from me.”

“Oh, I’m not. You’d better be there for him and spend all the time you can with him. I just want you out of my house. We’re through.” You gathered the papers Tara handed you and your overnight bag. “Gemma, could I trouble you for a lift home?”

“Sure, Baby,” she cooed, pulling you into a one armed hug. “I’ll meet you out in the hall, ok?” When you walked out, she turned to Juice. “You are an idiot,” she spat and left the room.

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02. Crafty

May Writing Prompts

Happy Lowman/Reader

Happy and Juice crept quietly around the house, guns held high and at the ready as they tried to be as silent as possible, anticipating an attack.

“Is all this really necessary, Hap?” Juice whispered as they rounded a corner. “I mean, it’s the two of us against one of her…”

“Don’t underestimate her, kid,” Happy growled, eyes darting all over, “She’s fucking crafty.”

“What the hell do you thin—AAGH!”

The two Sons started shooting wildly when a dark blur jumped down in front of them out of nowhere, initiating fire.

“GodDAMN, little girl!” Happy yelled, pulling his soaked shirt away from his abs. “The roof?! Are you fucking serious?”

Y/N cackled as she aimed her water gun at her Old Man again, squirting him a few more times in the chest. Juice sputtered at Happy’s side, having received a face full of water himself.

“Gotcha, boo!” She giggled before skipping away. “Catch me if you can, Old Man!”

They watched her in disbelief and a little awe.

“‘Crafty’, he says,” Juice mimicked, “‘Don’t underestimate her’, he says. You failed to mention fucking crazy and competitive as hell, Hap!”

Hap held up his water gun and threw Juice a manic grin, a wicked gleam in his eye, “That’s my girl!”

He took off running after his Ol’ Lady, determined to soak that pretty little white shirt of hers before the game was up.

I can’t find where I found the prompts and I am SO sorry! If anyone knows, can they tag the person for credit?

[drabbles-mc]

Requests are OPEN

Hey y’all!

I’ve taken a long break from accepting/writing requests, and I have to admit that it was much needed. I’m still learning how not to put so much pressure on myself to crank out requests at an unrealistic pace, but I truly miss writing them. So, I am opening my ask box back up for requests for fics and headcanons!

As per usual, fanfiction is free and something I do with my very limited free time, so I might not get to your request quickly. Someday when I don’t need to work 3 jobs perhaps I will get back on a speedy completion schedule lol.

I’ve been very fortunate that almost everyone who has made requests has been polite, and this is me asking you to please keep that up haha. Being rude or demanding is a good way to get your request deleted. I love being able to do this, and a little bit of manners goes a long way.

If you want to check out my previous work, take a look at my Masterlist

Now that all of that is out of the way.... I’ve got new shows and characters on my roster!

In the interest of not clogging up everyone’s dash with a long post, I’m putting the list of characters and shows that I write for under the cut! xo

Here are the shows and characters that I currently write for (both reader-insert and OC requests are accepted for all of them):

Sons of Anarchy-

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Juice Ortiz

Happy Lowman

Herman Kozik

Chibs Telford

Tig Trager

David Hale

Mayans MC-

EZ Reyes

Angel Reyes

Bishop Losa

Nestor Oceteva

Coco Cruz

Taza Romero

Hank Loza

Gilly Lopez

Riz Ariza

Creeper Vargas

Miguel Galindo (but I can’t promise to write him all sweet and stuff lol)

Outer Banks-

Let the record show that I will not write smut because the characters are children. If you make a smut request I will either not fulfill it, or age up the characters and make a point to address that in the story. I feel this needs no explanations

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Pope Heyward

Topper Thornton

Rafe Cameron (but I’m gonna write him like he is in canon- an asshole)

Narcos-

Horacio Carrillo

Javier Pena

Steve Murphy

Kingsman-

Eggsy Unwin

Harry Hart

Merlin

Roxy Morton

Agent Tequila

That’s the updated list! Obviously if there’s someone else from any of these franchises that you’d like me to write for, don’t hesitate to reach out and ask! I’ll try anything once lmao.

Looking forward to seeing your guys’ requests! xo

[fandom-oneshots-etc]

Requests are OPEN🎉

Dear All,

Requests are now OPEN! Please feel free to send in your requests. I have listed the characters that I write for below the ‘keep reading’ line. A few things to remember:

I do NOT write ships like Buddie etc. I only write Reader-Inserts.

I only write for characters mentioned in the list as well as any that have been added under the Additional Characters sections on my Masterlist.

I have not yet written SMUT fics, but I am not opposed to doing so.

I do not currently have an uploading schedule, but I will try to get any requests done ASAP.

That’s all there is to say, so feel free to request!

Thanks,

Emily xoxo

Complete Character Masterlist

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

9-1-1 LONE STAR

Carlos Reyes

Judd Ryder

TK Strand

AVENGERS

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

BRASSIC

Vinnie O'Neil

CASTLE

Javier Esposito

Kevin Ryan

Richard Castle

CHICAGO FIRE

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

CHICAGO PD

Antonio Dawson

Jay Halstead

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

FATE THE WINX SAGA

Riven

Sky

FRIENDS

Joey Tribbiani

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Troy Bolton

LETHAL WEAPON

Martin Riggs

OUTERBANKS

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

RIZZOLI & ISLES

Frankie Rizzoli

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

SHERLOCK

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

SONS OF ANARCHY

Chibs Telford

Happy Lowman

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Tig Trager

SUPERNATURAL

Castiel

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

THE ORIGINALS

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

TWILIGHT

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

YOUTUBERS

Colby Brock