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mysticalmallard · 6 months

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Diner Girl PT 1

🦆: First Post in awhile took a break as I was busy with work but I'm back now with lots of things in my drafts to keep me busy

Pairing: Tig Trager x FemOC (can be read as xreader)

Summary: Tig meets a cute waitress

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Tig sees a diner on the way back from a run for the club and notices a cute little waitress in the window and thought this seems like a great place to stop for some grub. Approaching the counter, Tig flashes the waitress a warm smile. He then orders a coffee and takes a seat, keeping his eyes on the girl as she tends to the few other patrons in the small diner.

As he finishes his coffee, Tig decides to make a move. Rising from his seat, he walks over to the counter where the waitress is wiping down glasses and taking orders from a man in a suit. Tig, leaning on the counter in a laidback manner catches the waitress looking at him out of the corner of her eye and smiles. She returns the smile and continues working. Tig decides to see if he can strike up a conversation.

Looking down at the waitress, Tig speaks in a gentle and friendly tone.

"Hey there, you seem like a sweet girl, what's your name?"

The waitress takes a moment to glance at Tig, seemingly surprised by the question. However, her warmth and sweetness never leave her expression as she answers.

"Oh, I'm Grace.. Nice to meet you...."

"I'm Alex"

Tig smiles warmly, liking the girl's name and her friendly attitude.

"EXCUSE ME DO THEY PAY YOU TO IGNORE CUSTOMERS IN THIS DUMP OR DO YOU JUST HATE YOUR JOB?"

The man in the suit loudly exclaims to the room with a sour expression on his face

Startled by the man's sudden outburst, Tig looks up at him and gives him a stern glare. The waitress quickly turns to face the man in the suit, looking annoyed with his behavior. Tig turns his attention back to the waitress.

"Relax, buddy. This is a small, family-run diner. If you're looking for customer service, try the Olive Garden or something. Now, why don't you go back to your table and let Grace do her job in peace hmm?"

Tig says confidently, shooting a sharp glance at the rude customer.

The man seems surprised by Tig's bold response and grumbles to himself before going back to his table. Grace quickly looks up at Tig, clearly appreciating the sweet way he defended her. She smiles at Tig and nods her thanks. Tig smiles back, then continues to talk with the young waitress.

Tig likes talking with Grace, enjoying how genuine and kind-hearted she is. She's a nice girl, he thinks, and way nicer than any girl he's ever been with before. He can feel a strange connection with her, something that he's never felt before. He's drawn to her in a way that he can't quite explain.

The two chat for a while longer and Tig's charm seems to be working as Grace becomes more and more comfortable with him. As she leans on the counter, Tig puts his hand on her elbow to get her attention. He leans in close and says quietly,

"Can I ask you something?"

Grace looks up at him, and the look in her eyes makes his heart flutter. He thinks she is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He nods slowly as he waits for her reply, and Grace smiles sweetly as she whispers,

"Sure, what is it?"

Tig's heart starts pounding as the tension mounts, and he takes a beat before finally asking the question that's been haunting him.

"Would you wanna go out sometime?"

As the words leave his mouth, his stomach clenches with nerves, and his brain feels like it's short-circuiting from the rush of adrenalin. He can't believe he just asked her that, but he felt like he had no choice. As the diner gets quiet and Grace thinks about his question, Tig can hardly breathe.

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wonderdustwriting · 2 years

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“Keep smiling at me like that”

Summary - Opie looks back through your relationship, wondering what he could have done to deserve you in his life. Prompt - “Keep smiling at me like that.” Pairing - Harry “Opie” Winston x Female Reader Word Count - 525 Warnings - N/A A/N - Requests are currently open. You can find my request guidelines here Prompt List

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Opie couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten sometimes. After Donna's murder, he couldn't think about being anyone else, then one day you showed up at the shop. Your car needed a lot of work, why you were still driving it baffled Opie, however, a job was a job so he did everything he could to make your car as roadworthy as possible.

Repairing your car took several weeks to do over that time the two of you found yourselves having various conversations. At first, it had been strictly about your car, however as time went on the two of you began to get to know each other on a more personal level.

It was not long before Opie fell hard for you. He had not experienced feelings like this in a long time, and understandably he was terrified of getting hurt. Even thinking about entering a relationship with someone new was terrifying. It was not only himself he had to consider, but it was also his children. A conversation with Jax put things into perspective for him, and after much debate, he finally asked you out.

The first date was followed by date nights, then by days out with the children when Opie finally felt like you weren't about to run for the hills. You were something stable for Opie, a person he could rely on when times got tough. You were everything he could have asked for in another.

"Keep smiling at me like that." Opie had been so consumed by his thoughts he had been oblivious to you entering the laundry room with an arm full of laundry.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I got caught up in my own head for a second." Placing the basket of laundry of the ground, you instinctively wandered over to him and wrapped your arms around him his torso. Opie instinctively returned the embrace wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve a second chance?

"Everything okay? I presumed you were happy due to the way you were smiling at me when I walked in."

"I was just wondering how I managed to get so lucky with you. Honestly, Sweetheart, after Donna died, I was sceptical for a long time. I wonder if you hadn't walked into the shop that day, what my life would be like now."

"Hey, you don't have to worry about that now. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Opie knew you were right, still, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running away, from him now and again. Leaning down, Opie brushed his lips against yours softly at first before he turned his head so he could deepen the kiss.

"What do you say we stay in today, just you, me and the kids? We can even order pizza."

"That sounds great, you order the pizza, and I'll grab the snacks and the drinks." Leaving the laundry for another day, you pulled away to get the day started.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too, I'll save you a seat since I think you need a cuddle." Opie laughed, maybe you were right, maybe he should focus more on the future rather than the past...

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cutielando · 8 months

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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 month

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Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: A quick little one shot for Juicy pants - something sweeter this time! I am still working on Marked for Carnage but my life is a little hectic right now. Fingers crossed, next week the next chapter will be up. Please feel free to request a one shot if you wish! I will write for almost anyone from SOA.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, smoking

Word Count: 1466 words

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Stepping around the bar, you walked to him nervously. When you were close enough, Juice reached out to grasp your waist, pulling you into him quickly. You laughed, colliding with his chest. Grasping the lapels of his cut you tried to ignore the feeling of surprised eyes on you. "You're sure about this?" you ask again, making Juice sigh. "Positive," he said, squeezing your sides teasingly. "No more sweetbutts," you remind him. "And I know that you have that run clause thing but that shit doesn’t sit right with me either," you admit to him. "Baby," he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. "I haven’t been with any sweetbutts for months. Ask the other guys. The first time you dragged me through your front door and threw me down on your bed was it for me. There's been no one else. And won’t be. I don’t give a shit about the run clause." You smiled softly, heart warm with his confession. "Well in that case," you pulled him by his cut to meet you in a searing kiss, smiling at Juice's surprised sigh while his hands moved down to slip into your back pockets. "Atta boy, Juicy!" you heard Tig shout. Bobby cursed as he fished into his pocket, pulling out two $10 notes and handing one each to Tig and Chibs.

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willowsages-blog · 4 months

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The silent treatment: tig trager

You were mad at your husband tig he spent so much time at the clubhouse with the guys and there wasn't much time for just you, missing his touch missing the way he’d talked to you and the way tig touched you always wanting him bad but when he always got late and left early,

However today tig came home early than usual you were reading on the bed, pretending not to notice he was back,

You heard him call out your name but you didn't respond. ‘’Babe? Are you home?’’

Hearing a light knock on the door, ‘’Honey? Oh there you are.’’

He smiled, his bright eyes lighting up. I called out for you didn’t you hear’’?

You didn’t answer, tig came closer and sat on the bed next to you.

I planned something special for us to do, something special to make up for not spending time with you, still not answering you were trying to so hard to resist

‘’Baby..’’ you turn your head away from him trying not to give in on him.

C’mon look at me, i know you want to.’’ shaking your head pouting

I’ll make it up to you, i promise i’ll do anything you’’

You finally turned to him and tig’s smile grew bigger. ‘’There she is,

Thank you so much for reading ❤️

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juicesgf · 1 month

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Unfair - Juice Ortiz

Unfair, unfair, -air

“No..” Juice whispered stopping in his tracks

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Baby..Get up!” He cried falling to his knees

-air, -air

He moved her hair out of her face, his hands now covered in her blood.

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Somebody help her! Please..” He yelled out

“Baby I’m okay” Y/n assured “Look Juice Im okay, Juice-“

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

“Juice!” Chibs repeated slightly slapping his arm.

Juices eyes snapped open and he was outside still but now it was dark.

“You fell asleep out here again..” Chibs paused for a moment “You need to get home and take care of yourself. You can’t keep sleeping here”

Juice looked around for a moment before he realized where he was. He sat up turning his body so he was now facing her grave. “But..” He muttered tears forming in his eyes once more.

“I know, Juicy why don’t you stay with me tonight ye?”

He leaned forward placing a kiss on the picture of Y/n that was put on her tombstone. She was smiling brighter than ever looking at the person behind the camera. Him.

He stood up never taking his eyes off her face. “It’s unfair” He muttered

“In another life princess..”

Unfair, unfair, unfair, unfair

This was so random but it popped into my head so

-hails🧸

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bluecruz97 · 30 days

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Sons Of Anarchy One Shots Part.1

Gemma: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Tara: I sleep with a knife.

Y/N: Both of you are pathetic.

Tara: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/N: Tig!

Tig: 🤭

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ravennaortiz · 8 months

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Ravennas Randoms Juice #2

" You are my sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey"

Juice couldn't help but smile as he watched you sing to his newborn baby girl. He loved nothing more than watching the two of you together. You guys had only been home from the hospital for two days and he already had at least a thousand photos and videos of you three together. "Looks like Daddy's home" you cooed to your daughter as you caught sight of him.

"I can take her while you eat and take a nap Angel" stated Juice as he stepped into the nursery and took your daughter into his arms as he took up rocking her and singing to her.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you"

*Songs lyrics are not mine*

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imagininghim · 11 months

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Chapter 30

A/N: It's been so so long since I've wrote and I tried to re-read the other chpaters to remember what I've written. So, I hope it's as good as before.

I do apologize for the short chapter. I am working through going through all the chapters and editing them and making some minor changes, I will update if there is any major changes!

My original plan was to stay in par with the show but I have decided to change that and go in a different way, there will still be some parts that are in par with the show but most of the story will start to go in a different route.

I am currently finishing up the end of my Psychology degree which is why I haven't written in a while but I hope you guys still enjoy it!

Like, comment, and reblog!

Waking to the sun bright in my eyes, Jax's arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled brightly as I glanced down at my hand to see the sparkling diamond ring on my hand. I twisted towards the nightstand and reached for my phone.

"Happily ever after won't be so happy when I get my hands on you." The message read from an unknown number. My stomach dropped as I slipped out from underneath Jax's grip and proceeded to get dressed.

I glanced back at Jax, noticing he was sound asleep before heading out the door and out into the club. Walking out I seen Tig and Chibs sitting at the bar.

"Goodmorning Dollface" Tig chirped as he poured up a cup of coffee laying it on the bar and sliding it towards me.

"Good morning, I'm gonna head up to the roof for a little while." The boys both nodded as I rose up and proceeded to the roof.

The sun was shining, beating the heat into the roof. I placed the cup of coffee on the ledge, hauling my phone out again re-reading the text over and over again.

What am I going to do?

I paced back and forth contemplating whether or not I should tell the Jax and the club or leave it, but I was torn away from my thoughts by the sound of foots steps approaching behind me. I jumped when I felt two warm hands taking ahold of my hips.

"Hey, you okay?" I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders when I heard the sound of Jax's voice. Turning to face him, I slid my phone into my back pocket of my shorts and gave him a smile.

"Yeah, of course. You just spooked me a little, is all." He looked at me a bit skeptical before shrugging it off and nodding.

"You weren't there when I woke up, I came to find you and Tig said you were up here." I took a seat and picked up my coffee.

"I just came out for a bit of sunshine and fresh air is all." Taking a seat next to me, Jax reached over and took the cup from my hands and took a sip.

"The club and I have to do a run today, we should be back in about three days. I got Gemma and the prospects checking in on you while were gone." I nodded with a small smile, the thought of the text swirling around in my thoughts. "Are you sure everything's okay? I can try to sta-"

"No!" I cut Jax off before continuing, No, I'm fine. Just tired, you go deal with club business and don't worry about me." I could tell that he knew something was up but he gave me a nod and a quick kiss before climbing down the latter.

Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I re-read the text over and over again.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

~~ Time Skip ~~

The boys finished in church as the prospects loaded the guns into the duffel bags, I leaned against the bar as Jax made his way over to me.

"You stay safe, don't leave here unless someone is with you." I gave him a small chuckle, laying my hands against his chest playing with the strings on his hoodie.

"I don't need a babysitter Jax. I am a big girl, I can handle myself." He stared at me without blinking. "Okay fine, I'll make someone comes with me." He gave me his famous Teller smirk before placing his lips against mine.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made us tear apart. Jax turned around to reveal the Opie standing behind him.

"It's time to go." He nodded before turning back to me.

"I love you, stay safe. We'll be gone three days tops." I pressed my lips to his. Pulling away I spoke,

"I love you, stay safe." And with that they headed out.

When the club was empty and the boys were gone, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Looks like someones all alone with no big bad biker to protect them."

Fuck.

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thisgirlwritesfanfiction · 6 months

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I will write for almost anyone and any fandom.

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cedvrleves · 1 year

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𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

⌜ 𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 (𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤). 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞/𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. ⌟

— 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲.

𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬.

— 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦.

— 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

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mysticalmallard · 8 months

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Summary: Tig messes up and hurts the one he cares about

Word count: 458

Pairing: Tig Trager x OC (can be read as xreader little to no description)

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Swing and a miss

You were drinking with Tig at some random run-down bar just outside of Bakersfield.

When the next thing you know you are standing in the middle of a huge bar fight. Of course, Tig is right in the middle of it.

As the fight was calming down you went up to Tig as he was about to take a swing at a boy, no older than 15, as you grabbed his arm, he took a swing at you which connected right in-between your eyes. The impact of the punch made you fall flat on your ass and made you grab your nose frozen in shock.

After this the entire room fell silent, everyone just waiting to see what would happen next. Tig was absolutely horrified at what he had just done. His face immediately paled, and his body failed him, he wanted to run over and hold you, but all he could do was stare at you with a guilt-ridden face. It was left to Juice to pull you up and back onto your feet. after he inspected your, now blood covered, nose and chin he gently corralled you into one of the bathrooms away from prying eyes.

The moment you were behind the door the bar erupted into loud accusations of whose fault it was, but Tig could not hear any of them he was still in shock. He hit you. He actually just hit you. What has he done? He could not lose you. As he slowly came back to reality everyone else had stopped their arguments and were all just staring at him.

Chibbs was the first to approach Tig “you alright mate?”

No words left Tigs mouth he just slowly shook his head with a look of pain on his face. What the fuck was wrong with him why does he mess up everything good in his life?

A few minutes pass you and juice still haven't left the bathroom. He desperately wants to go in and see if you were okay but he didn’t know if you wanted to be anywhere near him right now...god he feels like shit how could he be so careless around you he should have stayed out of the stupid fight which was over nothing and stayed by your side to make sure you were safe, instead he was he let his petty rage take over him.

By now everyone was just sat at the bar giving tig a hard time, joking about how much trouble he was going to be in and that they didn’t want to be him...

Tig was not looking forward to the argument that was sure to unfold the moment you step out of the bathroom he was dead, and he knew it.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy #tig trager #tig trager x reader #tig trager x OC #sons of anarchy x oc #sons of anarchy oneshot #Alexander 'Tig' Trager

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wonderdustwriting · 2 years

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Requests are currently OPEN

★ When you approach Bobby with the idea, he's taken back by the idea at first. It's not that you want to get a tattoo because who is Bobby to judge. It's the level of trust you have in him to design something that would go on your body for the rest of your life. ★ However, Bobby does accept this request. and he gets to work immediately. He wants this to be the best thing he's ever done. He's ready to research and to imagine what would compliment your perfect body. ★ For weeks, Bobby is seen with a little notebook with various pieces of paper hanging out of it. He'll never let anyone look inside of it, not even you. He really wants it to be a surprise and a good one (hopefully) ★ Inside the notebook are pictures of you, various notes of all the things you like, and things Bobby loves about you. These pictures of things he's seen that he thinks might work. However Bobby refuses to put all of his eggs in one basket, just yet. ★ You catch Bobby staring at you more frequently as if he's attempting to create his next art piece. It's never weird as he'll sometimes realise what he's doing and send you a smile or a cheeky grin. ★ Bobby has never spent so much time on Goggle before in his life. Researching already existing tattoo designs, and pictures of aspects he's considering or like. ★ He smiled whenever he catches you attempting to get a glimpse of what he's up to, he tells you that everything will be worth the wait, but you need to be a little more patient. ★ Bobby has various sketches and doddles of what he wants the tattoo to look like and various places where he wants to put it. ★ He will ask some of the son's opinions but only those who will give serious answers only. Like Jax, Juice, and Opie. Certainly not Tig because sometimes no one knows where that man's mind is. ★ Once Bobby has made his mind up, he gets a professional tattoo artist to draw up his design properly. This gives Bobby the first clarification that this is the design he wants you to have. ★ When he presents you with the tattoo, Bobby is super nervous because he's nervous that you are going to hate it, but the second your eyes light up he knows he's made the right call. He's proud of himself to know his ideas made you this happy. ★When you go ahead and get the tattoo. Bobby goes with you. He sits and talks with you while his ideas are being tattooed. Once you see the ink on your skin for the first time, you fall in and look with it even more. Bobby's design becomes one of your favourites, if not your favourite tattoo.

Requests are Open

#Sons of anarchy imagine #Sons of anarchy imagines #Bobby Munson imagine #Bobby Munson imagines #Sons of anarchy oneshot #Sons of anarchy one shot #Bobby Munson one shot #Bobby Munson oneshot #Headcanons #Sons of Anarchy headcanons

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afandommultiverse · 1 year

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WELCOME TO THE AFANDOMMULTIVERSE PAST MASTERLISTS

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☆ A/n: MOST OF THESE ARE HELLA OLD- I AM TALKING AT LEAST 5+ YEARS!! THEY ARE NOT AS GOOD AS RECENT WORKS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

✮ Red Dead Redemption 2

✮ Marvel Cinematic Universe

✮ Far Cry 5

✮ On My Block

✮ Peaky Blinders

✮ Sons Of Anarchy

✮ Vikings

✮ My Hero Academia

✮ Seven Deadly Sins

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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 month

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Haunted - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

Inspired by I Miss You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams

A/N: Ok first of all. This takes place after Juice's death in SOA cannon. I am very sorry about this lol. I won't have time to get a chapter of Marked for Carnage out this week but I wanted to get something out. And this is pretty damn sad if I do say so myself. I've been hearing the song I Miss You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams a lot and it just reminds me of Juice so much. So I thought of this. Warnings are below. Please read those and read ahead with caution. I also think I want to write more oneshots when I can and I'm happy to write for other SOA and Mayans characters too, so feel free to request if you would like! As always 18+ only please.

Warnings: death, grief, sadness, suicide, suicide attempts, kissing, proposal, general fluff, angst, sickness, vomiting (if I have missed anything please let me know).

Word Count: 1560 words

You groaned, opening your heavy eyelids, your skin stiff and feeling taught from where your tears had dried. You were laying on your side on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Taking a few moments, you glanced around the room, your mind quiet for the first time in over 12 hours. And then it hit you. And that gaping chasm where your heart was supposed to be broke open again. Juice was gone. The authorities had paid you a visit last night to let you know that he had been taken from you. Left to bleed out on the floor in gen-pop. Taking any life left in you with him. You remembered laying on your bed last night. Any kind of fight was long gone, having spent most of it screaming and kneeling in your doorway whilst the two officers awkwardly tried to offer any sort of comfort. But no, you would never know comfort again. You had buried your face in Juice's pillow, inhaling his scent, wanting it to suffocate you and take you to wherever he was now. And suddenly it had become overwhelming, the flood of memories tied to this bed.

You laid on your side, Juice wrapped in your arms. Your head was against his back, your arms around his waist. His breathing was shallow, stuttering. He kept raising a hand to his neck, and you knew he was running his fingers over the ligature mark on his neck. The distinct chain pattern, a reminder of his failure that he couldn’t even do this right. Your heart was in your throat as you reached over and grabbed his wrist. "Baby, stop," you pulled his hand over to you, pressing your lips against his knuckles. He swallowed and rolled over to face you. Slowly he pulled his gaze up to meet yours and your heart shattered all over again. Gone was the sweet, silly, innocent man you had fallen in love with. Before you sat a broken, desperate and defeated human. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Are you angry with me?" he asked, his voice low and croaky. You clasped his cheek in your hand, and when he opened his eyes they were glimmering with tears. "I'm angry baby," you admitted. He nodded, and a tear slipped down his cheek onto the pillow. "But not with you," you whispered. His brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm angry that I didn’t see the signs. That I let you get to this point. I wasn't here for you like you needed me to be," your throat felt full, tears beginning to rim your own eyes. "Please don’t leave me baby," you whimpered, pressing your forehead to his. Juice shook his head, rubbing his nose against yours like you had done a thousand times over in your need to be as close to him as possible. "I'm not going anywhere baby. You got me," he grasped your hand and held it over his heart. "Forever."

Groaning you sat up, running a hand over your face. You looked at the clock. It was nearly 11am. Nearing on 24 hours since Juice had left this realm for another. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye before he had been arrested. You had managed to visit him a few times while he was staying with Wendy, making your plans to go south together and be free from the club. Start over. But that had all changed after the Mayans had handed him over. Making your way to the kitchen, you felt your stomach growl. The idea of eating made you want to hurl but you knew you should try to keep something down. You filled a glass with water and grabbed some crackers from the pantry. They were old and probably stale as fuck but you figured if you could keep something bland down that wouldn't be a bad thing. You took a bite out of one and turned, resting your back against the sink. Your eyes trailed over to the stovetop, and it was almost like you could feel him with you.

"What is that you're humming, hmm?" you asked, walking up to where Juice stood at the stove, stirring the sauce for the pasta you were having for dinner. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades. He began to rock back and forth and continued his humming, making you laugh. "What is into you, today?" you asked. He spun around, cradling your face and planting a kiss on your lips that had your toes curling in your shoes. "I don’t know what's gotten into me," he wiggled his brows. "But I know what will be in you later." You screwed your face up and slapped him on the chest lightly. "Very nice," you rolled your eyes at him, making him laugh. "Seriously," you said. "You're so happy today, what gives?" Juice grasped your waist and began rocking you back and forth again. You drew your arms up to rest around his neck. "I'm just excited for our weekend away," he shrugged, leaning down to press gentle kisses against your neck. "Mmm," you closed your eyes. "No club shit, no work shit," you sighed, smiling contentedly. "Yup," he pulled back, tightening his hold on your hips. "Just you, me. No clothes and room service." You opened your mouth in shock, trying to step out of his hold. "Mr Ortiz, we need to get you neutered!" Juice laughed, pulling you to him. He kissed you again, sending your blood thundering through your body, his tongue pushing into your mouth, the sauce on the stove completely forgotten about. Little did you know that the weekend included you, Juice, no clothes, room service, and the ring he had stored in his underwear drawer.

You looked down at the ring on your finger now. Your stomach rolled and suddenly the one cracker and the glass of water were ready to make an appearance. Sprinting to the bathroom, you only just made it to the toilet before you were on your knees, the small amount of food and liquid coming up, followed by the bitter taste of bile. And all of a sudden the tears were back, unleashed in an unstoppable wave as you heaved and sobbed over the toilet bowl. You didn’t know how long you kneeled there, gripping the toilet seat as the grief suffocated and burned you from the inside out simultaneously. Eventually the churning subsided and you moved to sit against the wall, hiccupping whilst the tears continued to spill. You shut the lid of the toilet, and again, it was like Juice was right in front of you.

You tapped your foot in annoyance when Juice winced yet again, trying to pull away from where you held a cotton ball with antiseptic against the spilt on his eyebrow. "Stay still, you big baby," you chided, tempted to press a little harder against the wound. He huffed impatiently, but obliged, placing his hands on the outsides of your thighs. You stood in front of him whilst he sat on the toilet seat, tending to his wounds. "I was only protecting your honour," he tried to explain, making you huff. "As charming as that may be, Juice. This isn't the medieval times, and I can fight my own battles you know." Juice hummed and pulled your hand away from his brow. Pressing his lips against your wrist, where you knew your pulse was pounding, he looked up to you with wide, innocent eyes. Instantly turning your insides to mush. You gripped his jaw gently, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed faintly, and it took all of your effort to not climb into his lap then and there. Pulling away you grabbed a couple of steri strips from the first aid container, placing them along the cut. He probably needed stitches but this would do the trick until you headed over to St Thomas. "I know you can handle yourself baby, trust me," he ran his hands up your thighs and lightly smacked both sides of your ass, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes at him. "But I like being your Prince Charming," he smiled, looking up at you again. You smiled down at him, placing both hands on his cheeks. Stepping closer you pulled his face to rest against your chest as you ran your hands over his shoulders and around his neck in an embrace. "I know baby. But no more fights, please?" you asked, stepping back to look down at him again. He just smiled his goofy smile. "No promises, baby."

You gripped the tshirt - his tshirt - that you were wearing in both of your clammy hands, as a guttural scream made its way up your throat. When it had died off into whimpers, you slowly laid down on your side, the cool bathroom tiles almost a shock to your overworked system. "This isn’t how it was supposed to be, baby," you whispered into the silence, your tears finally drying up again. He was everywhere. His entire being, the material of him, every memory, every kiss, every whisper, every promise. Everywhere. And yet he would never be anywhere again. Every corner of your life would be haunted.

#soa #sons of anarchy #juice soa #juan carlos juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #juice ortiz #juice ortiz fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz fic #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz oneshot #juice ortiz imagine

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willowsages-blog · 18 days

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Unexpected visitor: chibs telford x female reader

It was lunchtime you were in the car with your toddler,

You placed her in the front seat with the car parked in the parking lot,

Giving her a few napkins in the rear view you could see someone driving a motorcycle

Chibs pulled into the parking spot on your daughter's side.

You made eye contact with him, a smiling form.

“Daddy” she cried out, as he opened the door pulling her into a soft embrace

He sat in her spot, placing her on his lap. Chibs grinned, looking over at You, placing a kiss on your lips.

#chibs telford x reader #chibs telford #sons of anarchy x reader #multi fandom blog #fanfic #oneshot #character x reader #chibs x reader

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