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SUMMARY — after receiving an unintelligible call from jax, your rush back to charming to discover your son, abel, has been kidnapped by camerson hayes, and worst yet, he also killed your younger brother that you practically raised.

PAIRING — exhusband!jax teller x fem!halfsack'ssister!reader | juice ortiz x reader

WORD COUNT — 3.8k

WARNINGS — established relationship(s), kidnapping, murder, death, past child neglect (about reader and her brother), divorce, premature birth, pregnancy complications, agent stahl, swearing, fighting, angst, loss of loved ones, suicidal thoughts, contemplation of suicide, cheating, allusion to smut but no description, no use of y/n (she's actually only outwardsly referenced 2 times and is referred to as miss epps or epps).

AUTHORS NOTES — just to clear somethings up; jax married reader instead of wendy, and instead of drugs being the reason abel was born early it was just due to pregnancy complications.

MASTERLIST

your heart was slamming rapidly into your ribcage, panic rolling off your skin in waves. you push the pedal to the floor, the idea of a speeding ticket not even remotely close to crossing your mind. this was your fault, it was. leaving charming, even for a few hours always felt like it had consequences. something bad always seemed to happen the moment you crossed the county line. your tires squeal as you peel into the teller-morrow parking lot, slamming your car in park as you jump out, only barely remembering to take off your seatbelt as you go. clay, piney, and opie are standing by the entrance to the clubhouse, sad expressions creasing their features.

"what happened?!" you ask, your voice loud, panicked and harsh.

the surprise on their faces from your tone has silence ringing in your ears. you'd known them for years, opie, jax and you being quite the troublesome trio through most of your youth. they'd never heard you raise your voice before, let alone the venom behind your words.

"someone answer me!" you shout, your entire body vibrates from the panic working its way down to your stomach.

you're going to puke if someone doesn't tell you what the hell is going on, and soon. you'd received a rather frantic voicemail from jax last night and hadn't been able to reach him since, which is what made you turn your car around and head for the clubhouse. his voice was shakey, and you couldn't hear a damn thing that made sense. but you know jax, and jax doesn't panic. he's dealt with and seen it all through the years, he's not easy to shake. so hearing your husband–well soon-to-be ex-husband–in that state had your mind reeling.

"kiddo, you need to take a deep breath." clay starts, attempting to sling an arm around your shoulders.

you shrug him off, "no! you need to tell me what the hell is going on, and why jax called me in a panic, and where the hell he is!"

it comes out as one rushed sentence, barely comprehensible but opie steps towards you. he rests a large hand on your shoulder, a distraught look on his face.

"we need you to take a breath, seriously, epps. i'll tell exactly what's happening, but you've barely taken a breath since walking over here, and you look like you're going to passout."

you nod, sucking in some extremely needed air. you take a second to just regulate yourself, and in that time, opie steers you over to one of the picnic tables. you sit down, back to the table and once you've calmed a little, you cross your arms and look up at him expectantly.

"alright, now, tell me."

he glances back at clay, and at his dad, before looking back to you. they turn and walk into the clubhouse, giving you two some privacy.

"cameron hayes killed your brother because he thinks gemma killed edmund,"

"w-what?" you ask, bottom lip wobbling, your head is spinning

your baby brother is... dead? eddie is dead? cameron hayes killed your brother? you shake your head, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your flannel. you'd practically raised eddie. your mom was a drunk, and your dad had left long before you could form any memories of him. so, from ten on, you were big sister, mommy and daddy all rolled into one. you taught him manners, how to use the toilet, how to cook, how to flirt with girls, and so many more things. you'd been there for every step of his life, cheering loud enough to drown out the naysayers.

when he left for the military you were terrified that you'd get that call every parent dreds. sure, you weren't really his mom, you couldn't be with the five year age gap, but in all the areas that mattered, you were. eddie was your first kid in a twisted sense, and knowing that he'd made it all the way home from iraq, only to die at the hands of someone affiliated with the club that he loved so much shattered your heart.

"n-no, that's not possible, i-i just sp-spoke to eddie, we-we just spoke this morning. h-he said he and-and-and-and," you're spiraling, mind and heart racing faster, and faster before your expression drops, and your mind clears. "abel. he was taking tara back to jax's to get some of abel's things. where is my baby? where's abel, harry? where is my baby?"

you're sobbing uncontrollably, your entire body shaking as you slide off the seat of the picnic table, onto the concrete. opie pulls you into his chest, and you sob into his shirt. it's another first for all of them, watching you breakdown, watching you cry.

"we're going to find abel," opie says into your ear, trying to calm you down, it doesn't help, you just cry harder.

it shouldn't have happened in the first place! the club was on lockdown. losing eddie is hard enough, but losing your son in the same span of minutes is devastating. it takes you twenty minutes, but when you finally pull yourself together again you pat opie's arm, and stand up.

"where is jax?" you ask quietly, taking a deep breath.

"he's at home, we're heading over there now, let juice drive you, you shouldn't be driving right now." opie says, and you nod.

normally you'd fight him, which he's well aware of, but knowing your son is god knows where has you in an anxious tailspin. you don't have the energy to fight with anyone right now. opie walks you over to your car, tucking you into the passenger seat and waiting by the door for the other's to come out of the clubhouse.

"what happened exactly?" your voice is barely a whisper, and opie looks worried.

"are you sure you want the run down right now?" he questions, and you immediately nod, your eyes on the hood of your car.

"please, ope," its the most desperate, pathetic sound to ever cross your lips, but you have to know.

he takes a deep breath, "what tara says happened, is that gemma took off while they were out, so she sent your brother to watch over her, and she went to jax's house. stahl freaked, shot edmund hayes, gemma shot polly, and stahl pinned the blame on her. half– eddie took off to find tara, and cameron must have followed him from their safe house. cameron was going to kill abel, but your brother stepped in, and got stabbed in the process. he tied her up in the nursery, and left with abel."

"the same man who killed my brother, has my son?" you ask, and he nods. "and tara just let him take my son?"

"well, i wouldn't say that—"

"everyone's ready," juice says, stepping up to the driver's side window, pulling the door open.

"hang tight," opie says, patting your knee before closing the door, and walking over to his bike.

"hey baby," juice says softly, "i'm sorry."

you nod, but don't say anything. you pull your seatbelt on, and lean back. you and juice had been together for a couple of months, with jax's blessing of course. he'd been great, amazing even. part of you would always love jax in a way that juice would understand, and he was okay with that. knowing you would be crawling into bed with him every night was good enough to ease any worries he might have had. juice had been rock solid in your life, a shoulder you privately cried on when jax had initially asked for the divorce.

you saw it coming from a mile away, while you'd loved each other greatly, it just wasn't the same kind. you knew that in the beginning, the middle and especially at the end. you also knew that if you didn't agree, or you tried to convince him to stay, that you'd lose him for real. he'd grow to resent you, and you'd grown to hate him for resenting you. you couldn't live in a world where jax wasn't at least a part of your life in some capacity. so that meant an amicable split, and seeing him when you dropped off abel. despite what most people think about your relationship, things haven't changed.

jax is still one of your best friends, and when you're not working, you're usually at his house. your relationship label may have changed, but your relationship hadn't. opie had been the most worried when you'd told him you were getting divorced. his two best friends splitting? nightmare. but when you told him there were no hard feelings, well, he actually didn't believe you at first. it took seeing you both in action to actually understand that you were serious. then, you found out you were pregnant.

it didn't change anything, you were still getting divorced, but jax was actually really excited. he'd told you about all his worries about becoming a father, and you reassured him that he'd be great. in turn he did the same for you. he joined you at every appointment, and played a very active role in your pregnancy. he helped you find an apartment close to his house, and spent a lot of time by your side helping you with nursery set up, moving, and everything in between.

gemma was probably the most heartbroken over your split. she loved you just as much as (and sometimes more than) jax. she helped you a lot over the years, especially when she found out about her grandbaby. gemma made the transition from wife, to ex and baby momma so much easier. she was a cheerleader for you, and always in your corner. you were incredibly lucky to have them, and be in the situation you were in. tara on the other hand... she was the opposite. gemma clocked it the moment you went into labour prematurely.

you'd been stressed over work, being the only manager on an already understaffed team was difficult but so was being pregnant. you'd never planned on getting pregnant, so there were a lot of things at work you decided were to be dealt with later. the moment you found out, you were trying your damnedest to get things ready. the stress got to you, and manifested itself in making your pregnancy high risk, and then landing you in the hospital way earlier than you should have been. it was obvious to you the moment jax came to see you after abel was born that tara thought it was your fault.

later it became clear to you that she just didn't like you, something you didn't notice in your teen years. you'd never really spent any time with her then, but the more time you spent with her after your son's birth, because lets face it anytime you went to visit jax she was there. all smiles, and cooing at your son until jax left the room, and then a scowl and general disinterest in you reared its ugly head. now things were different. she let a terrorist kill your baby brother, and kidnapp your son. karma was about to take her ass for a ride, and you were going to be driving.

"hey," juice says, his warm hand finding yours over the center console, snapping you from your thoughts. "we're here,"

you turn your head, and see clay speaking to tara in the doorway. your vision goes dark. you don't even remember getting out of the car, let alone walking over to tara and grabbing a handful of her hair. you're yelling is incomprehensible, but it's obvious to onlookers that you're sobbing as you beat the shit out of her. you come to again with juice's arms around you, pulling you into the house, and opie pulling tara inside into a different room. your only injury is three claw marks across your cheek, but tara is quite a bit worse for ware.

"what the hell were you thinking?!" jax snaps at you, upon pulling you away from juice, and into abel's nursery.

"i was thinking about how that bitch let some guy take my fucking baby and kill my baby brother!" you scream at him, breaking down all over again. "my baby..."

his expression softens, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. you sob into his shoulder, loud, heartbreaking, borderline violent wails.

"i'm sorry about your brother, i really am, but you can't blame tara."

you pull back, weaseling away from his grip, "can't i?"

"it could have happened to anyone, it could have happened to you."

"i would have died, jackson, and i think you better than anyone knows that. i would have died for abel. for eddie. i would not have let that man get away with everything i love." you say, sobering, violent, hot anger courses through you. "i would have died or killed him. i wouldn't have let him walk out the door."

he just stares at you. his once bright blue eyes dark, like the light behind them died. you know he knows exactly how you feel. that he blames tara to some degree. but you don't really care. you're numb. your heart aching in a way you've never felt before. in a way you'd never wish upon your worst enemy. tara included, despite what she did. the worst part is you don't have the one person you want to talk to about it. eddie died protecting her, and his nephew. what did tara do? she let herself get tied up, let cameron take your baby, let cameron kill your brother. tara lost nothing, and once again, you've lost everything.

"i want to kill her jax," you say finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, his sad eyes just staring back at you. "that's not rational, not right. but i've just lost the two single most important people in my life, and i want to kill her for it."

"i understand what you're saying, why you're saying it," he says slowly, "but you're right, it's not rational."

"when abel comes home, she's not allowed to be around him by herself. i don't care what that means. i don't feel comfortable with her being alone with our son." you tell him, fingers grasping the cool leather of his kutte to pull him in closer. "i don't want to see, hear or think about her until then, and you bet your ass, i'm coming with you to bring him home, whatever, and wherever that takes us."

jax briefly looks scared of you, but he collects himself just as quickly as you let him go, and brush past him back out the way you came.

"you're lucky you're not dead," you seeth, flipping tara off with both hands as you walk back out to your car.

worried about your well-being and your mental state, jax sends juice home with you when you leave. the drive to your apartment, albeit quick, is silent. how does one comfort someone who lost both their only child, and only brother in a matter of minutes? besides, juice knows you well enough to know that you'll talk when you're ready. if you're ever ready. and right now? you don't know if you'll ever be. the fear of unraveling that far scares you. so for now, you think positively, and you keep moving forward.

it takes four hours, before agent stahl is in your living room, sitting on your couch. juice stands in the kitchen, watching the exchange from the sink, where he's washing your lunch dishes.

"so, mrs teller, where were you yesterday afternoon?" she asks, and you immediately understand why the club hates the woman so much.

"the divorce might not be finalized yet, but it's miss epps, and i was half-way to seattle."

"ah, yes, i forgot about that... why were you heading to seattle?"

"i don't really see how that's going to get my son back, seeing as you know who took him already."

"we need to get a picture together of everyone's movements."

"i got a phone call a few days ago, my mother's in the hospital there. she wanted to see me, so i was going."

"as i understand it, you aren't close with your mother?"

"no. look, agent stahl, this isn't helping. get your ass out there and look for my son. you're the reason my brother died, i'm not interested in you being the reason my son dies too. do your fucking job." you abruptly stand up, and walk into the kitchen.

you want to throw something. you want to scream. you want to be violent and aggressive. you miss your brother. you miss your baby. you want them back. most of all, you want this nightmare to be over.

when jax tells you they're heading to ireland, you pack light, but take abel's favourite stuffed animal, a white bear with a blue hat, mitts, scarf and booties. you carry the bear with you, hugging it tightly when you worry you're about to fall apart. jax's reassuring hand on your knee, and juice's hand in yours keeps your grounded. you lose yourself a little every time you think you're going to see abel, and then are denied at the last moment.

when father ashby finally drops the bomb on you and jax; that he'd been adopted, sold to another family, you break down. father ashby tries to comfort you, but nothing he says changes anything.

"i don't care about your fucking god, i don't. i don't care about your promise to john teller. i want my fucking baby back. your cousin has caused me enough pain; by killing my fucking brother. don't make the mistake of keeping my son from me." you scream, uncaring who hears you. "i'm sure you know the saying desperate people, do desperate things. desperate doesn't even begin to cover what i am, and what i'm willing to do to get abel in my arms, and back home."

you lay in bed all day, the blanket pulled up over your head, your eyes squeezed closed, the bear tucked under your arm. you've felt sick from the moment you'd heard that abel might be gone. whisked away by some��in their defence, probably oblivious, but lovely—couple, about to be taken god knows where. the very notion, that you could go home empty handed hurts, burns, stabs at your heart. you feel like someone's cut you open, and taken a knife to your chest. poking and proding at all the parts you should never poke and prod at.

you've never felt worse in your life; physically, mentally, and emotionally. you're drained, exhausted, and contemplating ending your life. you've never felt so low. you're almost embarrassed as the idea crosses your mind, but the longer you stew, the longer it seems like a really appealing idea. incredibly selfish, but desperation is like that. you weren't sure how jax was downstairs, enjoying the night, the party, the people... how he wasn't suffocating, like you were. everthing is falling apart, collapsing around you, and he's acting like everything's a-ok.

you don't hear the bedroom door open, but you startle when you feel the bed dip behind you. fight mode activates, and you leap from the bed, eyes scanning for a weapon. then you see jax's face in the reflection of the window, your heart rate slows.

"you asshole, make some noise when you move around. i thought i was about to get murdered..." you close your eyes, hands dropping to your sides. "why are you here?"

"i'm so sorry," his voice is barely a whisper, you vaguely make out the trembling of his bottom lip, and the tears streaming down his face. "this never– never should have happened."

your expression softens, and you sink back down on the small bed. you pull jax in, his head resting on your shoulder as you hold him. you'd only ever seen him cry a few times, but that was usually how you could tell he was past his breaking point. jax always perseveres, pushing forward. you're the slightly unstable, completely unhinged one. he's the calm, rational thinker.

"i don't blame you." you tell him, "i don't even blame tara, anymore. i blame stahl. it's her fault all this shit happened. had she not shot edmund, none of this would have happened."

he nods against your shoulder, then lifts his head. the kiss is unexpected, but not unwelcome or unwanted. the sex is fantastic, it always is with jax, but it just further complicates an already complicated situation. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened come morning when juice pops his head into the room to see how you're doing. he's hurt, but he understands to an extent. he loves abel. he loves you and by extension abel is part of you, so what's not to love? under normal circumstances, he knows this would not be an issue, but nothing about what's happening is normal.

he knows you're grieving, he knows as abel's father, jax can relate to your struggles more than anyone. what he doesn't understand, is why, even while in the midst of a divorce, the pair of you would do something like that. how despite this, he shoves his concerns aside, and closes the door, banging heavily on it to wake the pair of you. he doesn't avoid your eye, or not take your hand when you reach for his, or walk out of every room you walk into. he instead, keeps his mouth shut, and supports you. the guilt gnaws at you, and you spend the majority of the day avoiding jax, and he you (and juice).

after your night with jax, you brush your hair, actually get dressed, and spend the afternoon playing cards with juice, opie and happy, and try really hard to feel normal. it works for a few hours, until you find out that your son has been taken, again from his new adopted parents, and that they were brutally murdered in their hotel room. discovering jimmy was behind it surprises no one, but sets you into yet another tailspin. terrified of what could happen to him, terrified that jimmy would kill him if he got too annoying.

luckily, your fears never play out, because father ashby trades himself for abel. when jax walks back through the doors of the apartment you'd all been staying in, with abel in his arms you can't help the happy tears. shaky, holding your breath, hand over your mouth, you stare at your unharmed baby in jax's arms. seeing abel for the first time in what feels like an eternity is like a cold water shock to your system. when jax hands him over to you, letting you finally hold your son after weeks without him.

he smiles up at you, cooing softly, and reaching for your hair. it's like every bad, anxiety moment slips away. it doesn't matter that he was gone, all that matter's is that he's home, in your arms, surrounded by all the people who fought to bring him home, his family.

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witchthewriter · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐉𝐀𝐗

・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.

・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.

"How'd the other guy look?"

"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.

"That's my girl."

・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.

・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."

"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.

"I'll do my best..."

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄

・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.

・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"

"You hate running."

"Fuck, you're right."

・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.

・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.

・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.

・Completely intergrating with it.

・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.

"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.

"I know. But I was the only one left standing."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒

・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.

"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"

"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.

Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.

"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.

"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.

"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.

・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.

・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.

"What were you thinking lass?"

"Oh honey, I wasn't-"

𝐓𝐈𝐆

・Surprised and kinda turned on by it

・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.

・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.

"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."

・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."

・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.

"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

・The PROUDEST.

・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.

"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.

・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...

・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.

・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.

・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.

・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.

・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.

・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.

𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄

・Completely shocked.

・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.

・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you

・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.

"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.

"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."

"Oh, he had it coming then."

・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.

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imagineredwood · 6 months ago

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HCs for Juice, Tig, and Happy being asked out on a date with a note written on a bag of weed? Maybe they've been flirting for a while, but haven't actually gone out on a date, so she decides "fuck it, he won't ask, I'm gonna do it." And she just tosses the bag at him from across the clubhouse with a big, cheeky grin.

He's shocked and then immediately down. He was hesitant, worried that maybe he was just reading into it too much and didn't want to ruin the friendship. He just thought you were sharing, but when he sees the note, his eyes are soft as soon as he lays his eyes on you. And will follow you wherever you'd like.

He still probably thinks it's a joke. Just more friendly banter with some flirting. But when he looks over at you and expects you to be laughing but sees you there with a face as serious as ever, the twinge of a hopeful smile tugging at your lips, he's nodding. Standing up and making his way over to you. Ready to take you out wherever you'd like.

He still thinks you're just trying to joke. Might blow you off with a wave of his hand and just take the weed then toss the bag. You'd probably have to throw another noted with a :( balled up at his head for him to realize that you're completely serious and not just trying to tease or be childish. He might not even answer that day, take some time to think it over before he finally says yes.

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hatersaremymotivators · 6 months ago

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Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 2 years ago

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

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band--psycho · 2 years ago

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Fic Rec (Feb 2023)

I haven't done one of these for a while; so I thought it was about time I did one!

And I've just hit 3.4k followers, so I thought this was an apt way to celebrate this milestone, by celebrating some of the amazing stories I've read in the last few months!

Thank you to all of my followers and thank you to everyone who takes the time to read/comment/reblog my stories, it means so much to me! 💛

Mayans Mc:

Angel Reyes:

Angel Reyes x Reader by @darklydeliciousdesires

Angel Reyes x Reader-Vigilante Shit (Masterlist)by @withmyteeth

Coco Cruz

Coco Cruz x Reader- Secrets In Charming Town by @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna

Sons Of Anarchy:

Jax Teller:

Jax Teller x Reader by @twistnet

Jax Teller x Reader-Riding With Angels by @garbinge

Happy Lowman:

Happy Lowman x Reader-Broken Promises by @purplerain85

Chibs Telford :

Chibs Telford x Reader by @marvelous-slut

Chibs Telford x Reader-Boys Will Be Boys by @somethinginthewayiam

Chibs Telford x Reader by @imaginealotofthings

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Lost Song Of Love by @writercole

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Taxi by @onceuponastory

Marauders

Sirius Black:

Sirius Black x Reader-Guess Who? by @xacatalepsyx

James Potter:

James Potter x Reader by @letterstotheflre

James Potter x Reader by @luveline

James Potter x Reader-Thistle (Masterlist) by @thyme-in-a-bubble

Remus Lupin :

Remus Lupin x Reader by @sp1rit-realm

Remus Lupin x Reader- Battle Of The Valentines by @remusmirrorball

Remus Lupin x Reader-Carpet Burn by @forourmoons

Remus Lupin x Reader-Valentine Moon by @the-lemon-boy

Remus Lupin x Reader-The Kiss by @ro-is-struggling

Remus Lupin x Reader-Enchanted by @midniteluv

Regulus Black :

Regulus Black x Reader-I Found Stars In Hell by @coffeeaddictednymph

Harry Potter Era

Remus Lupin:

Remus Lupin x Reader-Amortentia by @lupinmoonlight

Fred Weasley:

Fred Weasley x Reader-On Edge by @spacerosesss

Fred Weasley x Reader-Get Away by @aramynx

Fred Weasley x Reader-Put Your Head On My Shoulder by @masivechaos

Fred Weasley x Reader-Dreams And Promises by @writing-fanics

Arcane

Vander:

Vander x Reader by @justabigass-simp

Vander x Reader-Dominant Vander Headcanons by @angelltheninth

Vander x Reader-The Least Sane Moments by @k1nky-fool

Vander x Reader-Better Left Said by @conretewings

Vander x Reader-Cleaning With Vander by @barbersjoy

Other:

Arcane x Reader-Home by @the-rabbit-hole-era

The Walking Dead

Negan:

Negan x Reader-You Don't Own Me by @negansluvr

Negan x Reader-The Queen For A King by @queenvidal

Negan x Reader-A Christmas Exchange (Masterlist) by @naughtyneganjdm

Rick Grimes:

Rick Grimes x Reader-We've Got Shit To Do by @zombiewhor3

Other

Wednesday Addams x Reader-A Good Day For Death by @anonymousewrites

Thomas Shelby x Reader- Dear Thomas...by @dandelionprints

Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader-Across Galaxies by @frost-queen

Harvey Specter x Reader-His Princess / A Goddess's Body by @snax-writes

Steve Harrington x Reader-Found You by @scarisd3ad

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader by @iliveiloveiwrite

The Company(The Hobbit) x Ace!Reader by @hr-nm-grnd-zr

Shouta Aizawa x Reader-Inspiration by @xacatalepsyx

#fic rec #fic rec 2023 #feb fic rec

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justanoasisimagines · 4 months ago

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Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist

Happy Lowman; ❀Baby (Love letter)

Jax Teller; ❀Hello Darlin' (Love Letter) ❀Protective (Headcanon) ❀Blurb #1

Juan "Juice" Ortiz; ❀Juan's scared of Spider's (Headcanon)

#Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

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ravennaortiz · 1 month ago

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I got my Juice fill. Now I need my Happy fill.

Happy and Coffee: Happy becomes a Cat Dad! From he doesn’t want a cat to teaches cat to do tricks 😆

Thank you!!!

This brought me so much joy lol! Feel free to pop back in for more!

Happy was not one for having a living being in his home let alone a pet. His lifestyle was too dangerous.

So one night coming home from a run it was easy for him to walk by the little creature in his driveway.

The next day was just as easy if a bit more annoying because Juice drew attention to it when he stopped by. "You know there's a kitten outside right?" Juice had asked to which Happy had grunted his answer. "Its cute. Think its lost? I wonder where its family is?" stated Juice as he looked back out at the kitten as it walked towards the open door. "Don't speak cat. Shut the door" snapped Happy.

The next couple of days Happy barely left the house but every time he opened the door the little creature bolted towards him. "Shoo! Go away!" he would grumble. Though its pitiful mews were starting to get to him.

"Alright, you can stay. Yard only" stated Happy at the end of the week as he put a little cat house down on the porch with some food and water he had picked up on his way home. "This doesn't mean we are friends" he stated as he gave the cat a small pat on the head before going inside.

"Dammit" grumbled Happy as he got out of his bed as a thunderstorm raged on. It had been raining all day and he hadn't seen the cat in a few days.

"And what is this little fellows name?" inquired the veterinarian as she walked in the exam room. "Smiles" replied Happy as he sat the cat carefully on the table. "Cute. Well lets get our exam done and some vaccines then we will get you two on your way" explained the vet as she started to examine Smiles. "He gotta get poked" murmured Happy worriedly as he looked at the needles. "Those are huge"

"Yeah he's the smartest cat alive. Uses the toilet, knows how to put on his motorcycle gear for rides, Square up for fights, fetches, talks, sits and walks on two legs. Smarter than a border collie. In fact I think if he had thumbs I could teach the little bastard how to use a gun and knife" raved Happy as he demonstrated Smiles tricks for the club.

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realmofthedragon · 6 months ago

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Muse List

House of The Dragon

Aegon Targaryen II

Nettles

Alys Rivers

Aemond Targaryen (selective)

Daemon Targaryen (selective)

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Henry Bower

Olivia Bower (OC)

Patrick Hockstetter

Sons of Anarchy

Happy Lowman

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Johnathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Frankie Bates (OC)

Violet Bates (OC)

Jimmy Cunningham (OC)

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreaves

Diego Hargreaves

Five Hargreaves

Viktor Hargreaves

Vikings

Ivar The Boneless

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Sigurd Lothbrok

Floki

Fargo

Gator Tillman

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Noah Anderson (OC)

Child's Play

Charles Lee Ray (Pre doll possesion)

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Crazy Fun Park

Romulus Hulda aka Remus

Adelia Brooks (OC)

DC comics

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter) + TW headcanon

George 'Digger' Harkness (Captain Boomerang)

Jonathan Crane (The Scarecrow)

The Joker

Victor Zsasz

Harley Quinn

Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

Waylon Johns (Killer Croc)

Marvel

St John Allerdyce (Pyro)

Remy Lebeau (Gambit)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)

Kaos

Dionysus

Caeneus

Greek Mythology

Hades

Poseidon

Cerberus

Norse Mythology

Loki

Angrboða

Sköll

Hati

Jörmungandr

Fandomless OCs

Faustian Wolfe

Hestia Wolfe

Colette Murphy

Avery Hart

Skylar Evans

Lucas Wesley James

Aiden Sullivan

Eloise Martin

Silas Hawthorne

#;; muse list

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I made a quiz ‘Which Son Is Your Old Man’, so you can find out once and for all who you would be best suited to!

Warnings: swears, mentions of violence, smoking, drugs

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

・Yes, he does spend a lot of time doing club business. But it also means he’s home randomly throughout the day.

・His speciality is making breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, french toast, waffles etc

・Yes, he did develop the skill from all the one night stands he’s had...

・But hey, at least now you’re the one that reaps the reward!

・Doesn’t snore in his sleep, but does toss and turn a lot

・Sometimes he has really really bad nightmares. He doesn’t want to wake you up, so he goes and has a smoke outside

・Really loves chewing on ice cubes. When you get McDonalds, he’ll eat everyone’s ice from their drinks (obviously after their done with it)

・When you’re feeling down; physically or mentally, he’ll read to you. Jax bought you a new edition of your favourite book for your birthday and he’s so used to holding it in his hands by now.

・Really likes when you light candles when he gets home, he prefers them over the overhead lighting

・Doesn’t like loud sudden noises - definitely has undiagnosed PTSD. He’s gotten really good at hiding it, but some days - when he has really long showers, you know it’s a bad day

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

・When he isn’t doing things for the club, he loves to work in ‘the shed’.

・He has a lot of projects going on - making garden beds for Gemma’s events,

・Opie usually ends up trekking dust, shredded timber and so on throughout the house. You make him have a shower as soon as he’s finished working outside.

・But you can’t lie, he does create some beautiful things.

・He made a dining room table - and the detailing was so amazing you nearly teared up

・Opie is great at painting as well, honestly, he’s just good at general renovations. Somehow he knows how to do stuff around the house - unclogging drains, fixing pipes, changing lightbulbs, stopping leaks etc

・Opie’s like your own handy man!

・Secretly a cat person. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind dogs. They’re great, but cats are so unpredictable - without the risk. He finds them so interesting.

・Loves Disney movies, especially the cartoon version of Robin Hood. You’ll find him humming the song about Robin and Little John

・Likes that he towers of you and will put things out of your reach just to rile you up

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

・Actively cleans up after himself and you.

・Really likes a clean home, and he’s lived on his own for a long time, so he knows how to run a house

・He also grew up around a lot of women, so he knows how to cook some great meals

・Chibs was also whipped into shape by these women, so that’s why it’s ingrained in him...

・Knows a lot of Scottish drinking songs, and he always sings them when he’s had a few too much to drink

・And his voice is actually quite lovely

・He also sings in the shower

・A loud gruff Scottish man singing in your shower always brightens your day

・Automatically turns the kettle on when he gets home (and will make tea for two, knowing exactly how you like it)

・Not a lot of random visitors, he likes to keep business and his home life separate. Even though the club is his life, he likes having his own space

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

・Many, many takeout and movie nights

・Especially when he’s been gone on club business

・Does the washing and folding for both your clothes. It was his main job when he lived at home too.

・Also mows the lawn without a shirt on, so that’s...a fun sight to see (he likes showing off in front of you)

・Loves the movie Avatar; would definitely go into a deep dive of how it all works and how they created it.

・Would die if you showed interest in it as well. You bought him a book about the characters and he spent a whole afternoon reading it

・Surprises everyone with how much he loves books

・A man of few words, he actually has really profound things to say. Some of it can be really poetic...

・Likes having his shoulders rubbed, and in return, he massages your feet

・Is really good at looking after you when you’re sick. He has a lot of homemade recipes; soups, oldwives tricks etc. (Except the term ‘oldwives tricks’ shouldn’t be overlooked. A lot of their

𝐓𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

・Rescue dogs galore

・Tig hates seeing any animal hurt, but he has a special place in his heart for dogs

・Big fucking snorer, and is out as soon as his head hits the pillow

・Hates cooking but doesn’t mind doing the dishes - yeah he’s fucked up that way

・So you handle the food; he’ll get the groceries, but for the love of god he cannot make a proper grown up dish

・In return, he doesn’t mind doing the vaccuuming and mopping (he would so dress up in a maid’s outfit and do it)

・Whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, he goes into the loungeroom to watch cartoons - like popeye

・Cried while watching Titanic btw

・Oh and has a stash of different types of drugs. Nothing too hardcore though.

・He also makes you have an unregistered firearm so you can protect yourself

・Also loves comic books. He’s a DC kinda guy...yes, his favourite character is Joker

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