Hey there! I'm Alex!
I write FanFiction under the name Love Ink for Sons of Anarchy and the Fast and the Furious. :)
I'll probably be posting things related to these two amazing fandoms here: Love Ink FanFics
Also a member of the lovely JuiceOrtizDefenseNetwork
You can find my personal blog here if you're curious about what I'm interested in aside from fanfiction...
Updating this a bit to pin the links for my stories! 😊
I write predominately for Sons of Anarchy and for my main man, Juice Ortiz! My stories are mostly Juice/OC and 18+ so minors, DNI.
Sometimes I'll post snippets on here, but I've been plagiarized before, and I'm a little hesitant about posting stuff on here. 😅
That being said, I do not give permission for any of my writing to be posted elsewhere, copied, or used for ANY purposes under ANY circumstances (even if credit is given).
Now that that's out of the way...please check out my stories as well as things I've posted here below the jump!
Wattpad Stories...
Hands All Over - A funeral home is not a normal place to meet a girl, but when the guys went to visit Skeeter, Juice met her. A girl with a strange job and an interesting past. (Juice/OC)
Overexposed - Sequel to "Hands All Over". Juice and Angela finally got their happily ever away from SAMCRO, but Charming has a way of pulling people back in. (Juice/OC, Happy/OC)
It Won't Be Soon Before Long - One shots associated with "Hands All Over" and "Overexposed". What its like to grow up with the Tacoma Killer as your cousin. Snippets of Angela growing up with Happy, the Mayans, and Kozik as well as little moments with Juice and the rest of her crazy family. Heavily tied into my other story and does not stand alone. Definitely read "Hands All Over" first, please. -- 18+ Only, MDNI
She Will Be Loved - Juice Ortiz and Angela Ruiz met by chance one night in Central Park. Over the years, their friendship grew stronger and stronger until a twist of fate sent Juice to Charming. When she moves there for a job some time later, will their friendship grow into something deeper or will an ex-boyfriend and a rival club member get in the way? Juice/OC AU using my OC, Angela. Esai Alvarez/OC, Angela. The circumstances are different, but the characters are the same. ;) 18+ Only, MDNI
It Was Always You - Sequel to "She Will Be Loved". Juice and Angela are finally together but will his newly earned patches and club member status get in the way? (Juice/OC) -- 18+ Only, MDNI
This Love - Extra one-shots, cut scenes, and snippets of from the main story "She Will be Loved" & "It Was Always You". A collection of extra moments from Angela and Juice's history that didn't fit in within the actually story or happened prior to it! Requests for one shots with any characters welcome! 18+ Only, MDNI
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The Gift
Here we go.....
Buzz-buzz! Buzz-buzz! Buzz-buzz!
Rio’s phone vibrating and his swift movements roused you from a deep sleep. Without opening your eyes you knew that he had grabbed his phone, he slipped out of your bedroom, closing the door behind him. With a yawn, you rolled over onto your back, stretching long and hard in the dim light of the room.
Sitting up, your eyes lingered on your wedding ring. Seven years. Some days, it was still hard to believe you were Mrs. Christopher Olivar Romero. When you got married, you knew personal plans and business decisions would clash sometimes; it was the cost of getting established and you were willing to pay it. But lately....shaking off your negative thoughts, you let out a deep sigh, flipped your covers back and headed for the bathroom.
0.o.0.o.0
Washing your face, you went over your mental checklist for what needed to be done for the day.
Busy. The one word that would describe your life with Rio, was busy. You were navigating the demanding day-to-day of your two thriving businesses downtown - a 10 pod beauty salon and an increasingly popular, eight chair barbershop. And Rio, well, he was navigating other things. Between the streets, his family and the city, his wheels were spinning 24/7. While you both made sure to make time for each other, for the last three years, Rio had either been gone or locked in on business during your birthday.
The first year, he made elaborate plans for as soon as he returned. When his plane landed, you spent four delicious days together locked away in a penthouse suite downtown, tearing each other apart. Hiding from the world, only calling for room service when you came up for air. You assumed the time together was your gift until the personal shopper he arranged showed up to take your pictures and measurements. Modeling the choices they brought back for you that night was surreal. You were elated over the extravagance, but more so, at having his undivided attention.
The second year, he softened your disappointment by orchestrating a sweet surprise for you. He secretly conspired with your three best friends to send you all on a girl’s trip to southern California. The resort, the sun, the beaches and laughter kept a smile on your face despite missing him.
And last year, he arranged for your parents and grandmother to come visit. He booked gorgeous suites for you in a five star, lakeside hotel outside of Detroit. Upon arrival, you found out he had done even more to cater to you, when your personal concierge handed over your pre-planned itinerary, complete with a foodie tour, a private movie viewing and a fully staffed, luxury pontoon rental for a day. If you couldn’t have him on your special day, the most precious gift he could give you was time with your family.
Physically present or not, no matter what - Rio always made you feel special on your birthday. But this year all you wanted was for life to let you be with your man and he promised he would make that happen. Finished brushing your teeth, your slight frown was laced with concern. You hoped against hope that the plans for him to take time off for your birthday this year weren’t being derailed by the early morning call that had just drug him out of bed.
0.o.0.o.0
Padding to the kitchen in your night shirt and bare feet, you could hear the low rumble of his voice coming from your shared office. Starting the coffee pot and pouring him a glass of juice, you headed his way, braced for bad news. Tapping on the door with your fingernail to announce yourself, you pushed the door open halfway. His concentrated look evaporated at the sight of you in the doorway. His cheeks lifted until his eyes crinkled on the sides. As you mouthed good morning and held his glass up, a much more inviting look settled on his face. Leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes tracked your movements while he talked, making you roll your eyes over him lazily observing the sway of your hips and enticing bounce of your bra-less breasts.
When you put his glass down, he reached for you, taking your hand to draw you around his desk to sit in front of him while he finished his call. Your face heated up and you pressed your lips together on a grin as he arched an eyebrow at you, scooting his chair in, palming your thigh. Between the sounds of agreement he was giving to the person on the line, he dropped a lingering kiss on your knee.
Finished, he snapped his burner phone closed, tossing it on his desk. Standing up, he wedged himself between your legs with a mischievous smile, wrapping both of his long arms around you for a good morning kiss.
“Hey, mama,” he murmured against your lips before getting another kiss in.
“Hey, baby,” you smiled, stroking your thumb over the sparse hairs covering his chin. “All good?”
Nodding yes, while downing half the glass of juice. “Still gotta go down and make sure the warehouse all is cleaned out.”
Your eyes flashed excitement, “And that’s it?”
“That’s it. We’re shut down for the next few days, while they set up the next spot.”
“Always moving.”
“That’s the game.” Looking into your eyes, he wanted to wipe all uncertainty from your mind. His raspy voice wrapped around you like smoke as he kissed your hand. “Starting tonight it’s just me and you, yeah?”
“Me and you,” you softly echoed, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for another kiss. You parted your lips, inviting him to delve more, tasting the tang from the orange juice lingering on his tongue,
Pausing, he cupped your jaw to study your face. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, nuzzling your cheek into his palm. “Thank you, baby. I know it took a lot for this to work out and--”.
“Nah.” Him stroking his thumb over your bottom lip silenced you. “You know better than to thank me. Didn’t I promise you?”
“Yes,” you whispered, capturing his hand in both of yours. “But maybe I want to thank you.” Looking into his eyes you flicked your tongue out, giving the tip of his thumb a soft swipe. You flushed with heat watching his eyes darken and feeling his hold on you tighten.
“Don’t start,” he warned, unable to look away from your mouth. “I gotta go in.
“I don’t want you to go, Chris. Call me selfish.” Dropping your head into the crook of his neck, you snuggled in even closer. “I’m just happy.”
“Hm. Good.” Spreading his hand wide to stroke up and down your back, he rested his head on yours. “That’s all I want.”
0.o.0.o.0
The next morning you smiled at him through the mirror as he entered the bathroom. Bare chested and still in his sleep shorts, his eyes travelled over your body and the tempting way you were bent slightly forward over the counter drying your face. Standing up straight, you watched him cozy up behind you in the reflection, raising your eyebrows as he wrapped one arm around your waist. Leaning back into his chest, your eyes automatically closed, tilting your head to invite the warmth of his lips on your neck. You let out a quiet laugh when he surprised you by opening his mouth to nip at your tender skin.
“Mmmmm,” you sighed. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Who told you to leave my bed?” he grumbled against your skin.
“My bladder.”
His chuckle warmed the back of your head. “Fair.”
“So this is real?” you asked, half teasing and half needing for him to confirm it again.
His dark eyes challenged you in the reflection. “Didn’t I say I would?”
“Yes, sir.” You grinned, turning around, looping your arms around his neck. “I guess I just keep waiting for your phone to ring.”
Rio lips tilted up on one side, tilting his chin up. “No phone.” Drawing his other hand from behind his back, he held up a purple velvet bag. “Happy early birthday, baby.”
“Oh, this is how we gon’ start? You are so hard-headed.” Taking the bag, you leaned up intending to kiss him, squinting in chastisement, “Christopher, I told you all I wanted was time with you.”
Frowning, he drew his neck back, dodging your kiss. “And I told you, I don’ wanna hear that shit, yeah? I might have a few surprises for you.” Giving your hips a light pat for emphasis, he urged you to focus back on your gift. “Come on now, open it.”
Tugging the bag open, you reached in and pulled out a tiara. Speechless, you turned it over in your hand, admiring the craftsmanship. The shining silver half circle was glittered with shimmering diamonds - delicate but regal. You never cared much for extravagant jewelry, preferring the quiet elegance of the large faces on men’s watches and simple necklaces - but the little girl in you was absolutely shrieking over this princess piece.
Regaining your ability to speak, you squeaked out, “Chris! Are you serious?!”
With a smug smile, Rio took it from you and placed it on your head - adjusting it a few times before he turned you to face the floor mirror. The silver and diamonds were brilliant against your hair color and skin. Even in your simple night shirt and no makeup, the piece transformed you. You were a goddess, glowing with happiness.
Standing behind you with his hands resting on your hips, his eyes went over your image appreciatively. “Mmm, there’s my girl…lookin’ all fine.” Lowering his eyelids, he wet his lips, dropping his voice down to scraping low rasp. “My angel…more beautiful every day.”
“I love it,” you whispered. Turning back to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes shining with joy. “I love it, babe. I really love it….and I love you.”
“Oh, you do?” he murmured, lowering his head.
“I do,” you repeated, craning your neck up to capture his mouth with yours.
Thirsty for your offering of gratitude, Rio met you there. Your hands automatically dragged up the back of his neck, cupping his head, the soft bristles of his hair teasing your palms. Connected by arms, hands, lips and tongues, he walked you back, picking you up enough to set you on the marble counter. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he pushed your night shirt higher. Digging into your flesh, he used his slim fingers to spread your legs open more, wedging himself between them, then dragging you forward to grind against your core. He groaned against your cheek loving the heat he found there, knowing it was just for him. Incapable of words, your mouth fell open as he started a hot path of kisses down the side of your neck. With your hands gliding over and gripping at his back and waist, he rocked his growing hardness against your pulsing place, drawing a low moan of his name out of you. Teeth nipping, lips sucking, hands searching, he was building a fire with care and you welcomed the flames. Your mouth watered as he drug his hot tongue up the other side of your neck, tonguing and sucking your ear lobe.
“Get dressed,” he rasped out, his breath hot in your ear canal.
He couldn’t have just said that. Blinking out of the cloud of arousal you were in, you frowned. “What?”
Kissing along your jaw, you could feel his mouth curve into a smile. “I said…get dressed.”
“Chrisssss.”
“I know you heard me.”
Ignoring him, you locked your legs on the back of his, gripping the waistband of his shorts to hold him close, kissing his neck.
“Aye.” Devious as ever, he cupped your breast, rubbing his thumb across your hardened nipple slowly, the silky slide of your nightshirt making it ten times more intense. His dark chuckle sent an additional tremor up your back. “You hear me now?”
Pulling back, he dodged another one of your attempts to kiss him, and settled his hands on the counter on either side of you. He was serious. You stared in disbelief at his growing smirk, “Christopher, I swear to god.”
“We’re going on a trip. And it’s a surprise, so don’t ask me nothin’.”
He took his sweet time pulling your night shirt back over your legs as he helped you down - talking the whole time as if you weren’t a walking slip-n-slide thanks to him. Still standing in your personal space, he let his eyelids droop low, wetting his lips. “You need to pack for four days. Nothing formal. And pack warm, aight? I don’t need you getting sick cuz you didn’t wanna listen. And make sure to bring some boots.”
You only heard half of what he said over the throb he started inside you. “Chris, why are you playin’ right now?” you pouted. “You know damn well we have time. Why would you star--.”
Putting a finger over your lips, he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, giving you ‘The Face’. His expression was void of emotion, his dark eyes unblinking, settling on you that way made you swallow hard. Damn it! You knew that look too well. After seven years, you knew there was not a big enough fit you could throw to change his mind when that look came into play.
“Listen.” His voice, raspy and tight, effectively shut down the argument rolling through your brain. His knuckles trailing down the side of your neck was enough to distract you from thinking about the dick you weren’t getting. “I got something for you - I promise you that. But right now I need you to pack so we can get outta here.”
The heat left in his eyes and the way he couldn’t stop staring at your mouth, let you know that stopping was costing him too. Good!
“Fine,” you huffed. Taking the velvet bag for your tiara from his hand, you cut your eyes at him, “I hear you…Rio.”
Annoyed even more by his low laugh, you maneuvered around him, headed for your walk-in closet to get your suitcase. Pulling it down from the shelf, you muttered to yourself, “Mean ass, bossy ass, smug ass--”.
“You got something to say?”
You jumped hearing his raspy voice suddenly so close. I’m married to a damn ninja! Not wanting to see the look of amusement you knew was on his face, you kept your back to him, rolling your eyes. “No.”
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Ugh. I love this!! I’m not a rio girly and gave up on that show in the earlier season but damn do I love me some manny, and you’ve got him characterized perfectly!!! Can’t wait to see what he has in store for his girl!! 🔥🔥 (please keep tagging me, I want mooooooore!)
“why are you, as someone in their 30s, still on tumblr” oh so you think you’re gonna be normal when you’re my age? you think you’re gonna be CURED?? you think the witches’ curse will have been lifted by then?? cmon now
honestly? abandoned/on indefinite hiatus/very slow to update fics, even and especially AUs and longfics, are often some of my absolute favorites. and people who refuse to read them are missing out!
for one, stories don’t have to be finished to be enjoyable and worth reading. but also? an unfinished fic is a whole little universe that just keeps on existing in my head! their world stays alive for me in a way that doesn’t always happen with fics I binge read and finish, and i love it. i don’t know how their story ends, so it just keeps going! and even when those stories DO update and finish years later, they’ve been in my head for so long that they stick around like old friends.
so to any author with unfinished works: thank you SO much for sharing what you had without waiting to finish it first. you’re just giving me the gift of getting to spend more time with your story and your idea. if you do update again someday, i’ll be delighted to jump back in! but if you don’t, just know a little piece of your world still lives on in a beloved tiny terrarium in my brain. i promise i’m taking good care of it :)
i don’t normally ask this, but if this resonates with you please reblog it, so it can reach the authors who need to hear it <3
Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?
