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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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Chalk Drawings
Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader
Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader
Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader
Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings
Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home.
Words: 1.9k
A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.
Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level.
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It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys.
The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you.
“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers.
Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail.
“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece.
“C’mon Juice.” You nodded your head to wave him over.
“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile.
You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker.
“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl.
“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.”
“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.”
He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos.
“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice.
“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob.
“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it.
You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much.
“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece.
Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question.
“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her.
“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders.
“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.
“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it.
“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared.
Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.
The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door.
The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces.
“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!”
The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance.
Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you.
“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew.
“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep.
He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear.
“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down.
“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.”
Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle.
“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded.
At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head.
“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension.
“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow.
Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation.
“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence.
“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling.
“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake.
“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father.
“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep.
“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you.
“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms.
“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh.
“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids.
“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage.
“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.”
“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed.
“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled.
“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake.
“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you.
Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.”
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Hey there! Lets see what magic we can cook up with Juice and the prompts 10:Shit. There's only 1 bed and 24:No panties?. As Always 18+. This is a little AU
Juice was exhausted as he walked the small cabin that the two of you were staying at for a bit under Chibs orders. Jax had led the club to far in to destruction and the bullets you had taken because of it had been the last straw for Chibs. The two of you had been in the car for the better part of two days and wanted nothing more than to shower and sleep in a decent bed. As Juice trudged back to the car eyes blurry from lack of sleep it hit him.
Shit. He thought to himself as he stopped midstride and walked back through the cabin quickly before sighing heavily. Making his way back to the car where you sat waiting for the all clear you, he tried to put on a smile. You weren't buying it though. "Whats wrong?" you asked as you stepped out of the car carefully. "There is only one bed" replied Juice as he grabbed your arm to steady you. "Your really bad about being helped as a sided note" he added with a laugh. "Not the first time you've said that in the last two days. " you replied as the two of you walked to the cabin with him mostly holding you up.
"I don't get why my uncle is being so....dramatic. This isn't the worst injury I've had nor is it my first bullet wound" you continued. Juice was silent for a moment. While you were not wrong, he also knew like Chibs that Jax had shot you on purpose and he had not been aiming at your leg originally. "He just worries about you. Your the only family he has now" stated Juice as he helped you settle down on the couch before going to get the bags from the car.
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"Where are you going?" you called sleepily as you turned in the bed as Juice stopped in the doorway with a small blanket and pillow. "Couch to sleep. Duh" he replied with a grin. "Why?" you asked as you watched him. Valid question thought Juice to himself. "Your uncle wants me to protect you not sleep with you" joked Juice making you laugh. "Have you asked him that? " you replied grinning as you caught his unease. "Besides isn't it easier to protect me if your in the same room?" you add as you patted the bed beside you.
"Fine but I'm not happy about this" replied Juice as he made his way over and got in next to you. "Whatever you say" you replied a smile dancing across your face before speaking again. "Wonder if you would change your tune if you knew I only had a tshirt on" you whispered low enough for him to hear. Juice leaned up on his elbow to look at you in the darkness. The two of you had always been close and flirtatious. Juice weighed his options if you were giving him the green light Chibs would probably be okay with this.
"No panties huh?" replied Juice as he moved closer to you as his hand snaked to your hip lightly caressing the fabric of the tshirt making your breath quicken. "Guess you will have to see for yourself" you whispered as you felt his hand move lower toying with the hem of the shirt. "Guess I will" he replied with a grin.
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Masterlist
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Juice Oritz
Let me save you
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Silence
Juice (Juan Carlos Ortiz) x male! Reader
My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here. This is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.
Warnings: silent treatment (kinda), homophobic views (not really specified), sad theme (kinda), juice is a big old softie who wants to be babied by his boyfriend
5 days. You'd not seen your boyfriend in 5 days.
He'd not wanted to tell anyone, especially anyone in the club. He didn't know how they'd react to him being gay. Well, he doesn't know his sexuality for sure anymore. Before he'd started dating you, he thought he was straight. Turns out he's not.
He's terrified to use a title for his sexualtiy because then it makes it real. Makes it a lie to the club, because as far as he knows, the club doesn't allow gays in the MC.
He's normally radio silent for a few days during a run, but this? This was different. This was yards different. He'd been scheduled for a hearing, and then disappeared. You'd went downtown and asked around about him and the club, the only answers You'd gotten were from a still grieving and tortured Chief Unser, he mumbled a few things and waved you off.
"No, chief you don't understand." You tired to plead with him.
"I understand just fine." He interrupts you. "I'm not helping the sons, and I don't know where they are." You nod.
"Can I file a missing person's?" The chief's eyes narrow a little at you.
"And what exactly is your affiliation with the club?" You smile uncomfortably.
"I'm just a worried friend. And customer. I went by the past couple of days and I haven't seen anybody. I'm worried more about Juan Carlos, he's not the most mentally stable and I'm afraid after the events of Kip's funeral, he did something to himself." Unser sighs.
"OK, we'll send a patrol out to do a wellness check. Check things out." His face changes, putting on a small fake smile as he rubs your upper arm. "Don't worry son, I'm sure he's fine." He makes eye contact and for a second, a spilt second you thought he'd maybe knew. "I'm sure he's like your brother, everyone has one close to them." He definitely didn't know. Your shoulders fell, you'd thought, maybe, just maybe you'd be able to confide in one person about your life. "The boys will take care of him. I'm sure he'll call you when he's free to look at your car." You sigh frustratedly, getting up and storming out of the police station.
You walked your way back, to angry to be able to drive properly. You don't understand why you weren't getting answers, didn't understand why Juice was so afraid to tell people that he loves you. If straight people can love publicly, then why can't gay people?
On the walk back to your house, their clubhouse came to view, you seen a few of the guys, seeing of the men you know well enough, you wave, he gestures you to come onto the property. He calls your name fondly, the dirty blond man beside him furrowing his brows.
"Who the hell is that guy?" Tig casts him a glare and moves to give you a half hug.
"This is juicey boys best friend, they go way back." Tig then looks at you. "You come here looking for him?" You nod.
"Yeah, he doesn't normally dodge me like this, got worried." Tig nods in understanding.
"It's a club matter, so I can't tell you where he is." You nod.
"I know all about club business being kept. Just tell me if he's alive?" Tig and the man, look at each other and then back at you. Tig nods, you smile. "I'm not going to ask, but thanks for letting me know." He nods again, putting his hand on your shoulder. This is the second time a man older than yourself has placed his hand on you like a dad would to a son. You guessed, since it's in the name of their MC, the older men treat the younger men like sons.
"Your friend is gonna be just fine." He squeezes your shoulder and then moves to leave. The words burn on your tongue as you hold them back. You weren't friends, you were lovers.
The next day, you received a call from Juice, you ignored it.
A shuffle and dip of your bed wakes you in the middle of the night, looking at your clock, it reads 2:00, it's very late and very early all at once. You smile slightly at the disagreements you'd had with your boyfriend about the terminology, they were mostly conversations you'd had high and dumb, way before the two of you got together.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He sounds tired. "Been a rough few days." You turn your head, trying to avoid this conversation, pretending to go back to sleep. You hear Juice sigh. You feel him shuffle on the bed, taking off his shoes and jeans, you heard his sighs and grunts as he moves. You still just laid beside him, you didn't want to fight, you wanted to be glad he was home, safe. You relax a little as you feel him spread out on the blanket beside you, desperately longing to reach for him, yet he's still so far. You want to initiate cuddles and tell him how much you've missed him. But the radio silence hurt. So you stay laying as you are, not too long later you feel his hand on your shoulder, his body leaned over yours slightly.
"I know you're asleep, and you won't hear this. But I want to tell you anyway, because my mind is so, it's just so goddam loud." He leans closer and places a soft kiss against your temple. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving, and I'm sorry for not answering or returning your calls. I'll tell you this in the morning. I'm planning on sticking here with you tomorrow, we can spend the day together. I still have to do my jail time, so I wanna soak up as much time as possible with my pretty boy." He places another kiss on your bare shoulder.
"Cuddles?" You couldn't help but say something. The so thick in your throat that the word came out deeper than you intended. You could hear your boyfriend's excitement as he shuffled under the blankets, feeling his hips make contact with your ass, and his arms wrapped around you, face pressed into your neck. You felt at home. He was here with you, and nothing was going to come between you.
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Okay, one more ask before bed.... Juice, Smut, "Tell me you're mine."
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Sinful Skin
Contains: Smut, possessive Juice.
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A short skirt at a bike show makes Juice extra possessive
There was something about the way the red silk shirt swished in the light wind that was driving Juice wild, it ended just after your ass and Juice was catching glimpses of your upper thighs with each wave of the breeze.
Jax tapped Juice on the shoulder and pointed to the hang around whose eyes were locked on your legs, Juice came over with a beer in hand and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, "what are you talking about gorgeous?"
You smiled, "T-M, Mr Tibbs here is looking for a job so I figured I'd talk up the best joint in town."
Juice looked the man up and down, "yeah, I'm sure Jax will appreciate that. You want a drink?"
You shook your head, "no thanks, is something wrong?"
Juice's eyes were hard as they met the hand around who was watching you from the other side of the compound, "everything's all good, come to the dorm with me, it's getting a bit chilli for what you're wearing." You went to protest but Juice was already pulling you away, as you entered the dorm, Juice closed the door, with force too.
"You don't think I know what you're doing?"
You did your best to seem innocent, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Juice pressed you up against the door and leaned in, his warm lips brushing your neck. "You come to the party in this red number and make nice with everything with a cock just to get my attention."
You pressed your lips together, "you must be mistaken, I'm wearing this because I know it's your favourite."
Juice smirked, "yeah it is, and if you ever want to wear it again, you should take it off before I rip it off."
You shoved the skirt down your legs and stood there smiling, "anything else?"
Juice nodded, "tell me you're mine."
You shook your head, "make me."
Juice's smirk widened, "careful now."
You bit your lip, "what are you going to do, spank me?"
Juice nipped your neck, "no, but I'm going to fuck you so hard that all those assholes out there will know you're mine."
Fin
More Juice, I love it!
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Broken Needle 💉
Writen to Marilyn Mansons' 'Broken Needle' AU, Tully doesn't kill juice and both on the outside, domestic, mentions of PTSD, alcohol use.
Inspired by TCD's 'My Comforter' series on AO3, following 'that light lies hid from men" also on AO3. @ineedthesons on tumblr
I don't own any of the characters, Juan Carlos 'Juce' Ortiz & Ron Tully belong to Kurt Sutter and Fx Original.
🌿 🌿 Home 🌿 🌿
The nightmares came again breaking him of the comfortable sleep he'd been in moments before, a tightness in his chest making his waking hours uncomfortable, the solitary comfort of Tully in their bed next to him long since fallen asleep doing little to calm him this time. "Sleep well, love" kissing Tully's forehead, Juice slipped out of the bed and into his jeans and am old samcro tee, no longer patched he found himself struggling to adjust, unsure of his place, not a son, not AB, that was Tully's place "I'll be back by morning" he grabbed a hoodie and socks, quietly padding out to the entryway of the home they'd made together.
Being a light sleeper, Tully stirred at the sound of keys scraping against a bowl, arm racking out to Juice's side of the bed, abandoned but still warm. "Shit" reluctantly crawling out of the arm bed, he pulled the blanket around himself and sauntered out "Jesus, Juice, it's...." Tully squinted at the wall clock reading shortly after midnight. "...12 in the morning baby" he cocked an eyebrow as the man's head shot up to look at him, started in the middle of tieing his boots.
"Nightmares, a-about you, prison, Chibs, loosing you" his heart was heavy, his brain craving the fresh air, freedom. "It's all noise, the only time I feel like I can escape it i-is on the road" Juice ran a hand over his face, sighing as Tully came over kneeling in front of him. "'m sorry for waking you papì" he smiled softly, a hand clasping his knee, reassuring him as best as Tully could.
Unable to argue with the need for freedom, Tully chewed at his bottom lip, thinking before speaking "the noise is just that, noise" he squeezed Juice's knee, taking on a gentle manner as the Puerto Rican watched him "do what you gotta do, as long as you come back, you hear?" Tully ran his free hand through his black hair, humming as his boyfriend laid a hand on top of the one of his knee. "You'll find your place, you always do."
Nodding, Juice brought his other knee up, foot on the bench as he continued tieing his boots "I will, I always do Tully" he stopped for a moment as Tully's hazel eyes weathered an anxious look "I'll be okay papì, and I'll come back to you" Juice let go of a breath, smiling as his boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Go back to bed, read some poetry or something" he spoke blowing a kiss in Tully's direction of the way out the door.
Retreating to the couch not wanting to go back to an empty bed, Tully ran his fingers over the ring on his finger 'JCO' the inscription of Juice's christian initials. "That boys unwraveled me" he titled his head back eyes starting up at the ceiling as the roar of the motorcycles engine tore down the road away from their little piece of heaven. "And he fucking knows it." Shaking his head, he smiled as his phone lit up, a text from juice, 'I'll be home around 9, expecting breakfast.'. "lovely, he wants breakfast, so he expects to be back then." Tully took the chance to fall back asleep
🌿 🌿 Tig's & Venus's 🌿 🌿
Meeting with Venus, Juice kicked at the rock under his feet as the woman handed him a hot cup of tea. "Sorry for waking you, just needed a friend to talk to" he knew it was dangerous being here, unsure of where Tig stood as far as him still being alive. "I mean... Tully's good, but you.... you go out of your way to be a friend, he's my boyfriend so he has to."
"It's okay, Tigger's passed out anyway, got in late from a run to Nevada" sitting on the step, Venus invited Juice to sit down "not sleeping darling?" She wrapped her robe around herself as Juice sat, leaning back on his elbows. "And I get it, sometimes...." Taking a sip of her tea, Venus looked at the man "I'm a familliar face, easy to talk to despite being Tig's old lady." She smiled when Juice gave hee that hundred watt smile.
"H-ow is he? B-eein' VP and all?" He let the warmth of the cup deep into his hands as he watched the stars above. Their friendship was trivial, complex but they made it work. "Heard it from Tulls, and Chibs is president now?" Juice relaxed as Venus rubbed a hand over his shoulder, a motherly like gesture he had to fight against not to start crying on the stoop.
Listening as the boy talked, Venus took a breath in, sighing as the mention of Tig's title came up "he's doing alright with it, makes it hard at times when he has to play nice with the AB though." Tully was an exception to her scorn of such syndicates, the very basis of what threatened her being. "Chibs certainly is, that's why the green light was pulled, could bear to keep that order on you." She squeezed his shoulder as Juice shifted, hand disappearing in his hoodie sleeves.
Laughing at the AB comment, Juice grinned when Venus swatted the back of his head "ohh god, don't I know it, you know they could have killed me anyway" he reminiced, humming as his heart warmed "Tully gave up the shotcaller position to stay with me" running a hand over his jeans, Juice froze, hearing stirring from inside the house.
"They could have" she pulled the former son into a side hug and pressed a kiss to his temple. "But Tully never would have allowed it, fought for you constantly, he's so scared he could loose you" Venus had kept in touch with the once shotcaller, for sake of making sure the man didn't crack when he fell for Juice. "And don't you worry about Tig, he'll get over you being here." She met eyes with the man she'd fell in love with, lips pursed as he took a drink of the beer in his hand.
"As far as the record goes..." Tig, still in his cut, dropped into the rocking chair on the porch "...I never saw you and we never spoke" he'd been playing devil's advocate with the club and Venus lately. "I'm glad you're alive though, kid, you deserve a second chance at this life thing" Tig smiled when Juice looked up at him "damn it, I fuckin' love you Juicey" he quirked at the ring on juice's finger "is that a..." Questions, many of them.
Juice grinned at Tig's omission, willing to lie to keep him protected "deal, and thanks, I'm not exactly ready to die just yet." He liked at his ring, thumbing it as the glod shine between the black. "Something like that" Juice perked up as Tig asked about it "we're not legally married yet, I know I shouldn't be asking" hjs breath shook, body ceasing to shiver when Venus took his hand "but could you two....could you witness for us, city hall, next week?"
"You've got to much life left to live baby" Venus brushed her thumb over his cheek, smiling when Tig watched fondly, just like he did when Joey was around. "If that's what you want, we'd love to" answerjng before Tig could object "Alexander foendtnhsve much say here, as far as I'm concerned." She was happy to see that Juice found someone who appreciated him.
🌿 🌿 Home 🌿 🌿
Walking through the door, Juice groaned at the smell of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. "Good morning to you" he eyed the man who greeted him with a hot coffee, grey sweat set low on his hips and no shirt as Tully kissed him softly. "You look comfortable" Juice smiled, half yelping when a hand connected with his ass.
"You ever do that again and I'll greenlight your ass all the way to fucking mexico" Tully had been startled awake at 5 in the morning by a call from Venus telling him Juice was at her place. "I thought something bad happened when I heard her voice on the phone." He herded the man into the kitchen and hugged him from behind "I'm too old to be scared awake like that"
"Just needed a friend to talk to" he leaned into the man's hold, muscles tight but relaxing slightly at the smell of tobacco and vanilla, Tully, mixed with the smells of breakfast "you smell like home, Tulls" Juice welcomed a kiss to the top of his head and a gentle squeeze to his waist. "But there's times I need Venus, she's kind of all I've got right now." He nezzled into his boyfriend, taking a sip of his coffee.
Regaining his center, Tully buried his head in Juice's neck, leather and lemon. "That's okay, she's good to have around" He ran his hand up the man's arms, reassurance that his boy was still alive. "I know, you do too, baby boy" Tully squeezed juice lightly before releasing, letting him beeline to the breakfast nook. "D-id you get a chance to talk to Tig? About next week?" He asked, carrying their plates over and siting down.
"She really is, kind of motherly, more than Gemma was at least." Perking up at the sight of chocolate pancakes, Juice mumbked a thank you against Tully's lips as they kissed. "I did, Venus didn't give him a choice, they're game for it" he quieted saying a silent thank you to the universe for Tully, for this moment, and the love they shared. "I guess that would..." Pressing a kiss to Tully's nose, he grinned wide "...make you my old lady, if I was still patched" Juice laughed as he recieved a glare sure to make anyone else shit themselves.
"That she is, it's good for you, to have her influence" Tully had benefited from her being around as well, made the adjustment to living outside easier. "she's got the VP wrapped around her finger, and she fucking knows it." He took a fork full of egg handing it out to juice. "You're not patched" thinking about it and looking to his own outstretched hand, it clicked. "For fucks sake I fucking am your old lady, aren't I " cringing at the application of club culture, Tully settled into his role of dotting fiancee as Juice took the bait.
🌿 🌿 1 Week Later 🌿 🌿
Eyeing the clock, Tig's leg bounced under the table, his closed fist resting just over his mouth. "K, we gotta wrap this up Chibby" he spoke up, ignoring the looks from happy and Chibs. He'd made a promise to Venus and damn it, he wasn't going to be late.
"Somewhere yeh need teh be Tiggy?" Shifting his seat so he was facing Tig, eyes cooking as his VP sat forward, arms resting on the table top, the man had been anxious all morning, quite uncharacteristicly for that matter. "I was just about to wrap up enywhey" Chibs pointed out before slamming the gavel down and closing out chapel.
"Actually, Yes, I...have to meet Venus down town" a half truth, but a lie enough that Chibs's Glasgow smile turned down "Jesus Chibs, you don't want the full answer" Tig didn't want to rip the rug out form under his friends feet like this. It felt wrong to lie though, even though he wasn't, not in theory. "I, fuck, come with me."
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Heading the door to the makeshift shift space he'd been using to get ready, Juice froze when he caught not only Tig's but also Chibs's reflection in the mirror. "You brought hi-" he set his jaw, straightening up as his former flame looked him over, threatening to shared him to pieces without speaking. "God J-ust...Venus" Juice turned to the woman "could you and Tig give us a minute?"
"I didn't have time to warn you, he saw through my lie" he gave the man a hug and smiled as Juice looked pretty good in a suit, like a proper godfather. "Be easy on him, yeah?" Taking Venus's hand, he led her out to the hallway, closintthe door behind them. "Listen, baby, I'm so sorry" he looked down as her expression was uncertain.
"I don't know, maybe it'll be good for both of them" Venus straightened Tig's cut, runnifnber hands over the leather and brought him into a hug "just know if it ruins today for Juice, I won't hesitate to kill you myself." She pecked his lips and smiled as man grinned. "Maybe fuck you death but that's beside the point."
His eyes scanning the man in from of him, Chibs noted the ring in Juice's finger, the suit and the marriage license on the small desk. "You found someone then" he finally spoke, accent thick as it dawned on him he'd lost his boy a long time ago. "I-i'm happy for yeh Juicey." Chibs shifted from foot to foot, unsure of what to really say.
Juice nodded, seeing Chibs with the president patch felt right, like the Sons might have a running chance at survival. "I have, it's uhh...it's Tully" the finality in his voice startling even himself, he was getting to marry the man he loved, thanks to Chibs pulling the green light. "Holy shit, thank you Chibs, you're the whole reason I get to do this today" Juice lunged at the man, hugging him tight.
The admission on one hand stung but on the other made Chibs feel like he'd done something right "you sure have weird taste in men, boy" he smiled as Juice hugged him, the boy's head pressed against his cut. "I guess in a sick way I am, I couldn't let that be the end, you're too special." Chibs could rest assured the man didn't hate him.
"C-ould you stay?" Juice let go and looked up at the Scot, heart fluttering as his once brother regained his compsure. "Please? For me?" He smiled as Chibs took his hand, Inspecting the ring "it's black onyx and gold" Juice spoke "the Chinese say onyx teaches the wearer to have strength and perseverance and to trust in themselves" all things he needed to remember, Tully's way of saying he wouldn't let him forget.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Initially taken aback to see Chibs next to Tig, Tully chose to be civil figuring juice had asked him to be here. "God you look... beautiful Juan Carlos." He smiled as Juice held his head high, black slacks, white shirt accenting the man's Puerto Rican and black skin tone and tattoos barely visible. "Shit, I can just imagine Jeff stroking out right about now." The idea of a former shotcaller marrying a biracial Puerto Rican black American would have gotten him killed if he still held rank.
"Let him, you've done your bidding" Juice took Tully's hand, his thumb grazing the spot where a swastika once marked the man's skin “In times of adversity and change, we really discover who we are and what we’re made of. Howard Schultz" he'd watched Tully I've the last few years rediscover hismelf void of a title, it was inspiration at the best of times."
🌿 🌿 Home 🌿 🌿
The first night they spent as a married couple Juice hauled a long since ignored box in from the garage, the remnants of his past as a son, a part of him Tully had picked the broken pieces of up and pieced back together. "I should burned this shit ages ago" he spoke, taking the cover off and sitting it aside, smiling when his husband looked up from the copy of Bronte's work he'd gotten as a 'wedding' gift from venus and Tig. "Guess I sort of reaped what I sewed" juice dropped his eyes to the box, muscles ram rod straight as his hand fell to the leather of his cut, full patch still present.
Tully knew enough of biker, specifically sons, culture from hearing juice talk about it that he could decypher the 'reap what you sew' comment. "Burning it would feel good in the moment" he gave the man a knowing glance, acknowledgjng he'd heard him. "knowing you Juan Carlos, you'd feel miserable after and be all mopey." Juice's sudden tension cluing him into a possible crisis as the man swallowed, eyes flicking to the cut Juice had picked up.
"Holy shit, thi-" he wasn't sure if he should process it as a mayhem call or if it was the club's way of letting him have a means to an ending of one chapter as he started a new one. "You know..." Juice lifted his head, eyes meeting Tully's as he was being analyzed. "I could think of a few uses for this" he tipped his head, grinning as Tully followed his thought process. "Why they don't know about what happens here can't hurt them." Juice bit his lip, laughing when he was pulled onto the couch.
"I believe, Juan Carlos, that you have a death wish" pulling Juice into a passionste kiss, he sat up and swung Juice into his lap. "Shirt off, cut on" Tully's fingers ran over the ink adorning juice's chest, toned muscles rippling as movements were calculated. "How many fuck you's is this now?" They'd almost made it a past time in their acts of blasphemy against the club.
Sliding the cut over his shoulders, Juice steadied his breathing, warding off the reaper that was his past. "I lost count somewhere around the night you beat the shit out of Happy" he focused on the hand flexing against his chest, remind him to breathe, he'd seen a different side of Tully that night, the side that was willing to cause a possible war with the Sons for him. "The rest were less calculated than that" Juice let his eyes open, Tully's hazel ones staring back, a look he couldn't quite read crossing the man's face.
In a twisted manner it was almost like the cut offered Tully a glimpse into the man juice once was, it strangely tuned him on as his husband excused both anxiety and confidence, two sides of the same coin. Sons of his past and attonement offered in sweet blasphemous want. "I-i'm so-orry, I know you were talking but I don't think I heard any of that" he admitted, it had been like the world around him stopped for a moment, he questioned if he might have a leather kink, cheeks bruning red when Juice stood up a hand outstretched to him.
🌿 🌿 Fin 🌿 🌿
**I know alot of this wouldn't fly in MC culture, Juice having left into he trems that he did, getting excommunicated, greenlit then not, the letting him live after what he did, etc...but again, it's fanfiction it's neither cannon or MC.
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Just before the shadows fall. Part 1
I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic.
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Juice was sitting with his brothers at the bar in the clubhouse, having beer. He was looking at Happy from time to time, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the right moment and finally the killer noticed it.
"What?" Lowman turned to Ortiz suddenly making him jump.
"What what?" Juice still wasn't sure if he was ready to ask especially now when Happy seemed annoyed.
"You're staring at me like I'm a ghost or something, what do you need, boy?" Happy rolled his eyes.
"Um... yes, I was just wondering is it true that you own a tattoo studio?" Juice finally asked his quiestion.
"Yeah, for almost four years now, why?" Happy shrugged when he realised the boy didn't need anything special.
"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.
"So?" Hap raised his brows as if he couldn't understand where this was going.
"I was wondering if you will give me a contact of the artist who works in your tattoo shop" Juice shrugged.
"What for?" Happy was now teasing the boy and Tig, Bobby and Chibs who were watching him started chuckling quietly.
Juice rolled his eyes "I wanted a contact of your artist. From you tattoo shop. So I will have my new tattoo done by the artist at your tattoo shop"
"Okay" Happy wrote a number on the napkin and passed it to Juan Carlos.
"Oi, our kid is going to meet her finally" Chibs smirked and nudged Tig's shoulder.
"Yeah, right. It's gonna be interesting" Trager nodded watching Juice who was saving the phone number to his cell.
"What are you talking about, guys?" He looked at his brothers confused.
"Oh just go there and you will see" Bobby nodded.
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Y/N opened her eyes and gasped, looking at the ceiling. This dream felt so real though Juice was gone so long ago. Seeing him was something to unsettle her and she sat up in her bed trying to calm down.
Chibs growled in his sleep and woke up as he felt his wife move. He looked at her confused. "What happened lass?"
"I just had a..." Y/N paused, she couldn't call it a nightmare. She was so glad to see Juice alive even if it was just a dream.
"Just had what?" Chibs sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"A dream" She sighed leaning closer to Filip and closing her eyes. Y/N didn't know how to tell her old man about what she'd seen.
"What was it, lass? Don't make me worry, what happened?" Chibs seemed to really worry about his old lady at this point.
"I've had a dream about Juice" Y/N finally confessed. This boy was long gone and Chibs and her didn't talk about him ever. Both of them cared about Juice, both of them were struggling with grief of him being gone. Filip knew why it happened though but he never told his wife about it.
"Oh, lass" Chibs sighed, holding her closer to himself "I know ye miss him. I miss him too. But it's long gone, try to calm down and have some sleep"
Y/N only nodded slightly and laid down as soon as Filip let her go. She nestled to him as close as she could searching for comfort. Yet as she closed her eyes she saw Juice again. His bright smile, so careless and happy, his big brown eyes. The boy was something special, the way he looked, how much he loved his brothers. Y/N never knew what happened to him and it was something that haunted her even after several years.
Being comforted with Chibs' hug, Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep again without any dreams luckily.
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Y/N was in the tatoo shop, her client just left and she was cleaning her workstation waiting for the next one to come. It was Juice and she had all evening booked for him as she usually did for Sons since their tattooes were always interesting yet complicated.
The door bell rang announcing Juan Carlos' arrival. Y/N turned to him and stood up to greet the client.
"Hello, Juice. How are you today?" She asked with a soft smile, admiring this handsome boy.
"Hi, Y/N" Otriz greeted, leaning against the counter, his big brown eyes fixed on her "I'm good, nice to see you"
The tension in the air was so thick. The two of them liked each other there was no doubt, but none of them dared to make a move. Y/N was a professional though so she forced herself to think about the new ink he wanted. They've been discussing it recently and she managed to draw several scetches for Juice to pick the one he liked.
"Let me know which one you want" She put several papers on the counter infront of Ortiz and he looked at those, whistling.
"Wow. I'd have all of those if I could" He laughed looking at the designes Y/N offered while she was picking paints and napkins she needed for work. Finally Juan Carlos took one of the papers and nodded "This one"
"Okay, Juice, but it's the last time I draw such a creepy shit for you" Y/N teased as the so to called face he wanted really was scary "Take your shirt off and get yourself comfortable"
"Okay. Sorry for that" The boy realy seemed to be sorry, but he didn't say anything else, instead he took his kutte off and placed it on the back of the chair, then his t-shirt was off with one move.
Y/N couldn't stop herself from looking at him, his body was perfect and oh god this boy was hot. She was so glad to have a legal reason to touch him.
Juice sat down and allowed Y/N to start her work. For awhile there was no other sound than a quiet buzz of the tattoo gun and she was enjoying the process. Y/N noticed that Juice was sometimes looking at her and they were so close to each other it could be easy to kiss him right now. The thought just didn't go no matter how she tried to make it to.
Suddenly, when she paused to add some more paint to her gun, she heard Juice's voice, a bit shaky and low. He seemed nervous.
"Will you... um... I wanted to ask you out, Y/N" Juan Carlos said never taking his eyes off of her.
Y/N raised her brows surprised as she turned to him. Oh god he was nervous, it was so obvious, she couldn't hide a smile forming on her lips. How could she reject him? Those big brown eyes were making her heart melt.
"I'd love to, Juan Carlos" Y/N nodded and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
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Y/N woke up trying to figure out what was going on with her. Why all of a sudden she started having dreams about Juice? Why did she have a crush on him in those dreams? They were quite close, that was true, but there was nothing between them ever. She always loved Chibs. And Juice passed away several years ago.
This second dream happened while Chibs was on the run and waking up from a dream like that in an empty house was not what Y/N needed. She turned the light on and took her phone. It was 4 am. Too early to call Filip.
"Fuck" Y/N sighed and got out of bed, she went to the kitchen and poured herself some wine to calm down. Taking a sip she sat on the couch trying to recall every detail of the dream she had.
She was someone else. Same name, but Y/N remembered looking at herself in the mirror in a dream and she looked different. In real life she had black hair, bob haircut, green eyes. In her dream it was a blong girl with long curly hair and her eyes were so bright blue it hardly could exist in reality.
The tattoo shop existed though, Happy was the owner and it was exactly the same in her dream, but Y/N knew both artists who worked there for last seven years, none of them looked like this girl. She never saw her, yet in her dream she was this girl. And in her dream Y/N had no idea about herself, like she didn't exist at all. Like she was seeing some parallel univers with her other life. It was weird, but couldn't harm her after all.
She downed her wine and it helped to ease her nerves a little so Y/N went back to bed. She decided to not tell Chibs about this dream, she didn't want him to doubt her, because no matter how much she missed Juice, here in her real life the only man Y/N loved was Filip.
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Y/N was at home, small flat at the edge of the town. She was waiting for Juice to come, he promised, and he was late. He was never late, using any opportunity to see her since they've started dating. And now she was worried. Something happened and she knew it. Dialing his number again and again she was walking back and forth in her bedroom but he never answered her calls.
She finally headed to the living room and sat on the couch, turned the TV on and tried to distract herself with anything. Y/N didn't notice how she fell asleep, holding her phone tight in case Juice will call.
The knock on the door made her wake up. She ran to the door and opened it without a second thought. Y/N knew it was her boy, though there could be any kind of a stranger outside. It was Juice though. He seemed tired, several bruises on his face, but he was alive and he came to her.
"Boy, god, I was so worried" Y/N pulled him inside and closed the door, then cupped his face with her palms gently and kissed him. It made Ortiz hiss with pain, but he kissed her back eagerly.
"I'm sorry, girl. Had some shit to sort out" Juice apologized, holding her in his arms. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you and you won't like it"
"God. What is it?" Y/N pressed her forehead against his, trying to calm down. Kissing his lips again and again.
"We'll get arrested and sent to jail tomorrow" He sighed.
This was not what Y/N expected. She knew it could happen. Happy was in jail couple of times since they met. But for Juice it was so not fair. They've been together for only a month now and he would be taken away from her. And god only knows what could happen while he was inside.
"Fuck, boy, it's so unfair!" Y/N whimpered against his lips, her palms stroking his head.
"I know, girl. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it" Juice sighed, kissing her back. He needed to feel more of her while he could.
"What did you do?" She asked, though she knew the answer.
"I can't tell, I'm sorry" Ortiz said exactly what she expected to hear. He hated that he couldn't tell her anything about the club and Y/N knew it "But it's not only me, most of the club will be arrested"
"God" She closed her eyes fighting back tears "For how long?"
"One or two years, girl. I don't know exactly" Juice confessed after a pause. Then he pulled away slightly, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. So blue, so bright. He adored her eyes as much as she loved his "I will understand if you want to break up, baby. I know this is not what you deserve, just let me stay with you for this last night"
"Silly boy. Do you really think I will abandone you because of this?" Y/N felt tears running down her face. "I won't go anywhere, Juice. There's nothing in this world that can make me leave you. I will be right here waiting for you to come back"
She needed him to know he would be missed and she will be waiting for him.
"Fuck, girl, I will miss you so damn much" Juice smiled faintly, kissing her again "Don't cry, please, It's breaking my heart. I didn't mean to hurt you, ever"
Y/N felt so lost and hurt. But at the same time she knew, he needed support now. Not the right time to be selfish and pity herself. She had to take care of her boy.
"You know what?" She said, tugging him towards the bedroom "I don't want any sorrow tonight. We still have some time together"
"You sure?" Juice seemed hesitant as he was led towards the bedroom. They've been dating for a month but never stepped on the next level.
"As much as I like to tease you, boy, I want you to know exactly what will be waiting for you when you come back" Y/N smiled gently and leaned closer, whispering right to his ear "Juan Carlos"
Every time she was whispering his name Juice felt his heart race, it made him want her so bad and he couldn't help it.
"Minx" Ortiz laughed, allowing her to lead him to bedroom.
⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹
Y/N woke up still feeling Juice's touch. His lips, his hands. His body. It was so wrong, she didn't know what to do. Her husband, the only man she ever loved in her life was sleeping next to her. It was always Chibs. But now she had dreams about Juice, with every new one she loved him more, there in the dream. In reality it only made her miss him and feel sorry about him.
She sighed and laid down, nestling next to Chibs who hugged her not even waking up. Protecting her was his instinct. Y/N felt comfortable and safe, as she usually felt next to her husband. She just kept asking herself what were those dreams about and couldn't find an answer.
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Lost & Found
Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
Inspired by Day 6 of the August Prompts and an Anon request: sentimental and Can I please request a juice x f!reader where they were friends since Queens (enter gawky platonic teens) then she ran into him after when she moved to Charming and she looks totally different now?
Warnings: language, angst (with a happy ending)
Word Count: 5.2k
A/N: Getting this out under the wire for the prompt a day but we got it done! I feel like I got side-tracked from the original request because these characters decided to do their own thing. I still really like this story but down the road I might take another crack at this request to see if I can focus a little better 😂 But I love all the feelings in this and I hope you enjoy! (also i feel like there is more for these two i just don’t know what yet but i will be thinking about them for a while)
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You got off the bus at what you assumed had to be the only bus stop in the entire town. Finding out that Juice had landed himself in a town called Charming seemed so deeply ironic to you. You hoped that maybe the place lived up to its name, though, that maybe he found a good spot for himself. Because the last time you saw him, getting out was the only thing that was on his mind—it didn’t seem to matter where. Having your best friend knocking on your window in the middle of the night, telling you that they were leaving and didn’t have time to explain why, certainly wasn’t the type of goodbye anyone wanted. But it was what you had.
That was years ago now, though. Not a day went by that you didn’t think about it. So often you were tempted to look him up, to try and find out where he had ended up, but you were always so afraid of what you might find. One night, after a few too many glasses of wine and too much time spent reminiscing, you finally decided that it was time to figure out what he had been up to. You hadn’t heard anything from him or about him in years, but he wasn’t the only kid in Queens who knew how to weave in and out of databases that he shouldn’t.
That’s when you came across the mugshots for his most recent arrest. It was a few years ago still, but it was proof of life at least. You were too busy looking at the photos to even think about seeing what the charges were. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the sight of him. Despite the fact that you were alone, you shook your head, whispering to yourself, “A mohawk? Head tattoos?” Even with the bruises on his face and the smear of blood under his nose in the picture, you could see that his eyes and the smug grin on his face were still very much the Juan Carlos you’d known all those years. You weren’t able to do much but stare for a few minutes, trying to reconcile it all.
Then you started to look for the real information. The police report came from Charming Police Department, which got another laugh out of you because what a name. Charges: drunk and disorderly, assault. Arresting officer: Deputy Chief David Hale. Pled guilty and served thirty days along with paying a fine. It was a little amusing to you to think about, because it wasn’t like Juice had ever been an overly confrontational kid when the two of you were growing up. He was a trouble maker, sure, but he wasn’t one to pick fights. Ten years was a long time and you wondered how much he had changed since you last saw him. You wondered if it was worth it to try and find out for yourself.
And now here you were, in sunny California. Of course he ended up in a town that wasn’t on the coast, somewhere close to a nice beach. The sun felt like it was pointed directly at you, a different kind of heat than the heaviness of the warmth of summer in Queens. Looking around, you noticed how quiet everything was. It was mellow—completely opposite from where you’d just come from. Adjusting your backpack on your shoulders, you set off, not exactly sure what you were looking for.
When you scrolled through some more of his rap sheet, you noticed that the repeated mention of his affiliation with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. It was hard to picture him rolling with an MC, but you supposed that anything was possible. After all, you’d made it across the country looking for him and no one would’ve been able to call that.
You walked down the street, taking in all of the buildings that you walked past. None of them looked like they’d been updated in the last few decades. It contributed to the small town feeling, you supposed. Charming, indeed. You just wanted somewhere to duck into to buy a bottle of water and maybe sit for a second so you could try to scrape together a plan. Perhaps you should’ve had that figured out before you got here, but it was all a bit of a whirlwind.
As you continued to get a little deeper into town, you saw a sign that listed out gas prices, and let out a sigh of relief. Almost every gas station sold snacks and drinks. You just had to hope that the spot was at least modern enough for that. You picked up your pace just slightly, wanting to get into a building that perhaps had AC, or a strong fan.
When you stepped onto the lot, you immediately noticed a few motorcycles parked by the gas pumps. Anyone could own and ride bikes, you knew that—there was no guarantee that those bikes belonged to anyone from the club that Juice was apparently in now. For all you knew, they were just a few people passing through town on their way to literally anywhere else. It’d make your life a lot easier if it was them, though. Although you had the feeling that you’d have to have some semblance of grace when asking about Juice, not just walking up to a group of strangers and asking about a member of their club. You knew enough to know that that wouldn’t come off great, per se. You’d figure it out on the fly. You were pretty good at making things up as you went along.
Pushing open the door, you heard the chime upon your entry, but more importantly you felt the drastic shift in temperature. You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the cool air that washed over you. You knew it was going to be toasty in California, but you couldn’t help thinking that being in a town that was essentially in the middle of nowhere made the heat all that much more intense.
You were zeroed in on the coolers at the back of the store, already ready to buy the largest bottle of water that they had. You were vaguely aware of the conversation that was happening at the register off to the side, but it wasn’t your main concern at the moment. You snagged a water bottle and a bag of chips, tempted to rip into both of them before paying but managing to stop yourself.
Looking up, finally seeing who the owners of the bikes were, you froze in your tracks. Not only were you faced with kuttes that said Sons of Anarchy written across the back of them with an impossible to miss reaper plastered across the leather, you also found yourself looking at the very reason you had made your way to Charming in the first place.
The water bottle slipped from between your fingers and hit the ground with a thud, causing all three of the men, and the young woman behind the counter, to turn and look at you. Two of the men seemed fairly uninterested, already about to return to whatever conversation they’d been in before, but Juice seemed just as frozen as you were.
“Holy shit,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You’d changed a lot over the years, but he still recognized you immediately—it could’ve been twenty years or more that passed but he’d always know you.
Ten years of silence and suddenly you found yourself unable to say anything to him. You crouched to pick up the bottle you’d just dropped, trying not to let it fall from your grasp a second time. Clearing your throat, you offered an uncertain smile, “Hey, Juan. It’s been a while, huh?”
That got the other two men to tune back in to whatever was unfolding in front of them. They looked back and forth between the two of you, waiting for one of you to do something. After a few agonizingly long seconds, the look of shock on Juice’s face shifted into a smile as he strode over to you, closing the distance in what felt like one large stride. He snaked his arms around you, managing to slip them between you and your backpack so he could pull you as close as he wanted to. You huffed out a soft laugh at the strength with which he hugged you, letting your arms drape around his neck. It was a bit hard to believe, but there you two were.
Pulling back, he couldn’t stop himself from constantly looking you up and down. The last time he saw you, you were sixteen. That certainly wasn’t the case anymore, and the years spent apart had been more than kind to you. It was hard to believe that it was really you. He knew that his appearance had changed a lot since he last saw you, but even so, it was hard to wrap his head around the fact that the woman who was standing in front of him was the same person he had been so connected to so long ago.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” he let out a surprised laugh, not quite wanting to let you go, “You’re…you’re here.”
You chuckled, nodding, “I’m here.”
Confusion morphed his expression as he tilted his head slightly, “Why…are you here?”
You nervously toyed with the bottle in your hands, “Well, I gave you ten years to call or come back home, then I figured maybe I should try and look for you.”
He sucked in a breath, the weight of your words hitting him instantly, “Right.”
“Wanna introduce us to your friend, there, Juicy?” the older of the other two gentlemen spoke, and you wondered how you hadn’t heard his accent when you first walked in and they were talking amongst themselves.
You were the only one who heard the whispered, “Fuck,” he let out before turning back to the men behind him, introducing you to them. You could see the nerves in him as he spoke, “And this is Chibs,” he gestured to the man who had just spoke, pausing before he nodded towards the other man, “And that’s Jax.”
You nodded, managing a small albeit unsure smile, “Nice to meet you.”
A smile that was a little too slick for your taste crossed Jax’s lips, “Welcome to Charming,” he turned his attention to Juice, his expression shifting slightly, “We’re gonna head back to the clubhouse. We’ll finish up later.”
Juice was afraid that his response was a little too eager, but he didn’t really care, “Alright, sounds good. See ya,” he turned back to you, holding out his hands to take what you were holding, “I can get that for you.”
You shook your head, laughing softly, “Juan, I haven’t seen you in how long now? I’m not gonna show up and make you pay for my snacks.”
“C’mon,” he insisted, a joking lilt to his voice despite the emotions in his eyes, “I owe you.”
You were tempted to say that what he owed you was an explanation. But you didn’t want to come out swinging like that. Instead, you gave in, handing over the two items that you had. You tried not to think too much about the way that the woman behind the counter was watching the two of you with such interest. You stuck out enough because you were a new face, but all the tension in the air between you and Juice didn’t do anything at all to help you blend in.
By the time the two of you stepped back outside again, you’d downed almost half of your bottle of water. Juice scanned the parking lot for a moment before realizing that his bike was the only thing left there. Turning back to you, you could see the confusion on his face all over again.
“How’d you get here?”
You chuckled, “Taxi, plane, bus. In that order.”
“Jesus Christ,” he shook his head with a laugh, “You don’t have a car?”
You shrugged, tearing into your bag of chips, “I think we can safely say that there wasn’t a lot about this trip that I thought through very much, alright?” you laughed.
He went back and forth between looking at you, and staring down at his boots as he walked, “How did you…how did you find me?”
Tossing a chip into your mouth, you shot him a look of disbelief, “I can’t believe you just asked me that,” you shook your head, “Like you’re the only one who knows how to look someone up.”
He shook his head, smiling, “Didn’t think you would ever use your powers for evil like that.”
“Evil?” you feigned offense as you rested your hand over your heart, “I would never. Honestly, evil would be if I erased the record for the mugshot I got your location off of,” you paused to soak in the surprised look on his face, “Which I didn’t, by the way. Your rap sheet is still as impressively long as ever.”
He was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that it was really you, that you were really there next to him, in Charming of all places. You crossed the entire country on a whim after so many years and he couldn’t quite process the weight of that.
The two of you lingered by his bike, both asking the other questions that weren’t really the ones you wanted to be asking, but knowing that you had to lay some groundwork before asking the more hard-hitting ones. You were still trying to figure out how he ended up in an outlaw motorcycle club. That fact still blew your mind even though the reality of it was staring you so plainly in the face.
“I’m guessing you don’t really have plans then, huh?” he asked as he watched you toss your trash into the garbage can next to the gas pump
You chuckled, shaking your head, “No, I don’t. Honestly, I thought it was gonna take a lot longer to find you. Didn’t bank on you being the first person I saw when I got here.”
“Right,” even though there was so much to unpack between you, he couldn’t not smile a little bit every time he looked at you.
“I know you’ve got shit to do, especially with,” you gestured to his bike, “you know. So I won’t…I won’t keep you,” you didn’t know where else you would go or what else you would do, but you hated feeling like you were holding him up.
“You should come to the clubhouse,” he blurted out.
“What?”
“The clubhouse,” he sounded a bit more in control of his words now, “it’s like, home base for the MC. You should come hang out.”
“You sure? I know they don’t know me—”
“I know you,” he cut you off, sincerity dripping from the three little words.
You found yourself smiling and nodding in agreement, “Okay, then,” you paused, “You’re not gonna make me walk, right?”
He shook his head as he handed you his helmet, “No, I won’t. It’s a short ride,” he looked at you for a moment, “You ever ridden?”
You shrugged, a mischievous grin on your face as you clipped the helmet on, “Once or twice, yea.”
He laughed as he swung his leg over his bike, “We've got a lot of catching up to do.”
Saying you felt out of your element in the clubhouse would’ve been a grave understatement. You felt the eyes on you when you and Juice walked in together and there was quite the range of emotions written on the faces of people present. Most people looked confused, a little intrigued. You didn’t miss the couple of dirty looks from a few of the women that were there and you tried not to give it too much thought. Juice had reassured you when he parked the bike outside that you being there and hanging out wasn’t going to be a problem. And, while that might have been true, even if you weren’t a problem, you certainly felt like a spectacle.
“Jax said that you might be bringing a friend,” an older man came over, a grin on his face as he looked at you.
Juice huffed, shaking his head, “Tig, come on.”
He held his hands out in an attempt to seem innocent, “What? Just wanted to come and introduce myself.”
Jax was chuckling as he came over, inserting himself into the conversation, “Don’t mind him—he doesn’t get out much. Plus,” he nodded to Juice, “not like this guy gets many visitors.”
“Yea,” Tig was looking more at Juice than you, considering that Juice was the one giving him a dirty look, “I’m curious, sue me.”
For the sake of curbing some of the curiosity that was quickly taking over the air of the clubhouse, you introduced yourself to Tig, doing it just loud enough so that anyone who was eavesdropping, and people most definitely were, wouldn’t have to come and ask you and you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself twenty times over.
“How do you two kids know each other?” the glint in Tig’s eyes let you know that this man was definitely an interesting one.
“Old friends,” you shrugged, trying to play it as casually as possible, “grew up together in Queens.” You didn’t say it, but all you could think was that that was so long ago now.
The seconds of silence that followed left you feeling like perhaps you had said the wrong thing. You glanced over at Juice, hoping that the look on his face would give you some kind of inclination of what to say or do next, but it didn’t. His expression was one that you hadn’t ever seen on him before, and you tried not to think too much about it as you continued to fumble your way through the conversation at hand.
“I’d ask how you know Juice, but the matching outfits kind of speak for themselves,” you smiled, letting them know that the comment was in jest.
“It’s actually pretty embarrassing,” Tig said with a smile, “We didn’t plan this. We all just showed up like this.”
You laughed, feeling a little more at-ease, just a tiny bit less like you were in the hot seat, “Hate it when that happens.”
The clubhouse door swung open, an angry-looking man with gray hair storming through. He didn’t really take the time to look at who was or wasn’t in the room, dead-set on getting to wherever he was heading.
“Church,” he barked, “Now.”
Glancing around at the rest of the men in the room, you noticed all of them letting out various sighs, some of them shaking their heads as they started making their way towards the same doors that the other man had just walked through. None of them said anything to you, or even to each other, as they walked away.
Juice lingered back for a moment, watching you watch everything unfold, “Sorry,” he motioned towards the doors, “I gotta…”
“Yea,” you shrugged, not sure what else you were supposed to do or say in the current circumstances, “do what you gotta do. I’ll hang out till you’re done.”
His lips lifted into a weak smile, “Alright.”
“Juice!” the man from before yelled out to him, “Let’s go!”
Juice didn’t say anything as he did something resembling a jog over to the room all of them had gone into. You caught a glimpse of all of them sitting down around a table before Juice shut the doors behind him. Your lips twitched in thought as you took a seat at the bar, not sure what you were supposed to be doing with yourself at this point. The clubhouse felt so empty now. You glanced around, trying to get a better look at everything now that a lot of the people were gone.
You saw the wall covered in mugshots and you couldn’t help but to get up and walk over towards it. You sort of recognized some of the men as ones who had just been in the room with you. Others you assumed weren’t around anymore for one reason or another. Some of the photos were old, the people in them were men now but they were still basically boys when the pictures were taken. It raised a lot more questions than it answered for you. You wondered how Juice got wrapped up in all of this. You wondered if there was a right way to ask him that.
You didn’t keep track of how much time they all spent behind the closed doors. It felt like an insanely long time, but you also knew that part of that feeling was due to the fact that you didn’t have anyone to talk to or much of anything to do. You weren’t going to try and insert yourself into anyone’s conversation, so you kept yourself seated at the bar.
When the doors opened up again, you tried not to look to eager as you turned around to watch everyone walk out. A few of them were already heading for the door to leave, not looking overly thrilled with whatever had been said and done inside the other room. You watched everyone intently as they went.
Juice came right back over to you, his face brightening considerably as he did. He offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry about all that.”
You shook your head, “Don’t apologize—I definitely came and crashed in on your whole thing here.”
“I’m glad you did.”
You waited for a moment to see if he was going to say anything else. When he didn’t, you asked, “What’re you guys up to now?”
He shook his head, “Nothing, really. Rest of the day is pretty quiet.”
You wanted to ask him if the two of you could go somewhere, anywhere else to talk. You had so many questions and things you wanted to talk to him about but you didn’t want to do it in front of a crowd. A crowd of strangers, at that. But you didn’t know how to say that. It all felt so precarious now because you were very aware of the fact that you didn’t really know him anymore. Sure, some things about him probably hadn’t changed too much, and the same could be said for you, but the Juan Carlos you knew at sixteen in Queens wouldn’t have been a part of whatever all of this was. You didn’t know if you were more sad or angry about that.
“Can we, you know, talk?” you hoped your face would say everything that your words hadn’t.
He studied the look on your face for a moment before nodding, “Oh, uh, yea. Sure. If you wanna, um, if you wanna leave your stuff here in my dorm we can go for a ride and get coffee or something to eat or whatever.”
You looked at him confused, “You live here?”
He chuckled, “No, no. I just have like, a spare room I can crash in if I want.”
“Oh,” you nodded, “Got it.”
You followed him back to where his, and apparently a lot of other guys' dorms were. Dorm was certainly a fitting word for it. Juice's was so organized, although you couldn’t say that you were too surprised by that fact. The clutter and scattered clothes in your room used to drive him nuts.
Apparently you had been standing there silently looking around for just a bit too long. Juice stepped in front of you, a concerned look on his face, “You good?” he saw the way you were suddenly white-knuckled on your bag.
You locked eyes with him, the reality of what the last couple of days had been, what happened ten years ago and all the years since, it all came slamming through your chest as you stood there looking at the random Harley posters on his wall, “How the fuck did this happen, Juan?”
His eyes widened. You hadn’t yelled at him, but the tone you used wasn’t one that he had ever heard from you before. He supposed that as kids the stakes were never quite high enough to warrant it, “Wh-what?”
“This!” you gestured desperately to the room around him, to his kutte, pausing for a moment before motioning back and forth between the two of you, “What…” you shook your head, not really knowing how you wanted to finish that sentence.
His lips morphed into a frown, the sadness in his features so saturated that looking at him made you feel like someone had dropped yet another weight on your chest. He looked like a dog that’d been kicked enough to know when another blow was coming. And you didn’t mean to come off so frustrated, but you thought that at this point what the fuck was a perfectly fair question.
You took a shuddered breath, shaking your head before dropping your face into your hands, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that. But just…ten years, Juan? And nothing? Then I come and see all of this and you’re just…so not fazed I don’t…”
He struggled to find the words, “I know there’s nothing I can say that is going to make all that time be okay. But this,” he repeated your gestures from before, “is my life now. I know it’s not like home but it’s what I have. And you’re here and, fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“Then why didn’t you call?”
His gaze dropped to the floor again, “For a while, I couldn’t. But then…”
“Then what?” you stepped in closer to him, “You were my best friend, and you just fucking left. Ten years, and not even some weird postcard with no return address so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere?” you really hadn’t felt angry about it in a long time, most days when you thought about it you were just wistful or sad. But being here, seeing him, you had a decade of emotions to convey in one conversation and anger was definitely one of them.
“I know. I’m sorry. I just, what was I supposed to say?”
“The truth?” you shook your head, “All that time, I thought that we didn’t keep things from each other. But then you just showed up to leave. And it almost felt like I didn’t know you at all but I couldn’t…I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t know my best friend. And now—”
“You did know me,” he cut you off.
“Did I?”
“You did,” there was no room for argument in his tone, “The trouble I got in had nothing to do with you.”
“But you still left.”
He didn’t have anything to say to that for a moment. The two of you stood there, almost chest to chest as the words hung in the air between you. Part of you wanted to turn and run out the door, but an even larger part of you wanted to just collapse against him and cry. You had no idea how you were supposed to be working through all of this. You hadn’t thought this part through.
“What made you come find me?” he asked.
The question caught you off-guard. You shrugged, trying to play it off, “I got sick of not knowing where you were or how you were doing.”
“You’re still a bad liar,” he said, the end of his lip curling up just enough for you to see it.
It wasn’t a total lie, but even with all the time apart he still knew how to read you, how to tell when you weren’t telling the full truth. You huffed, shaking your head, “I just. I didn’t feel like I was home anymore. Life was fine, you know? Had a job and friends and whatever. But I started feeling so out of place. I tried to wait it out, see if the feeling would go away, but it didn’t. And I thought about you, about how you took off. I wondered if you ever actually settled somewhere. So I looked you up. And I figured if I can’t find what I’m looking for in a town called Charming, then I might just be a lost cause.”
He laughed softly, “It’s not Queens.”
“Fucking tell me about it.”
“You think this is what you were looking for?” he sounded sad, but still just a little bit hopeful.
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
He could see it in your posture that you were fighting to hold it together. He looped his arms underneath yours and pulled you against him in a hug. The thought of fighting it crossed your mind for the briefest of moments, but you were too busy falling into him to follow through on it.
You were fighting to keep your voice from cracking, “You can’t do that to me again.”
He squeezed you a little tighter, “I know,” he sighed, letting his eyes shut, “I’m so fucking glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” you mumbled against his chest, “Because I really didn’t want to keep going from town to town looking for you.”
He chuckled, his hand running up and down your back, “Would you have, though? Kept looking for me?”
Pulling back, you looked up at him and nodded, “Yea. I already crossed the country for you. What’s a few more miles?”
He smiled, reaching up to thumb the couple of stray tears on your face, “I know it’s not much here, I know it’s a lot different than back home, but if you can, you should stay. At least, at least for a little while.”
“I’ve got no other pressing plans, so I guess I could stay for a bit. Besides,” you tried to get your emotions back in check after your little outburst, “you apparently have a lot to fill me in on. Like, how all of this happened,” you tapped on the Redwood Original flashes on his kutte.
He looked just a little bit sheepish, “It’s a long story.”
“I don’t doubt that,” you paused, seeing the shift in his expression, “What?”
He shook his head, “No. Nothing. I just,” his eyes darted to the floor and then back up to yours, “I know you’re upset, and you should be. And I know things are different and weird but the fact that you’re really here?” he let out a soft laugh, “That’s wild. I’ve thought about you so much and now you’re really here and I just,” he gave your shoulders a light squeeze, “I can’t believe it.”
“I’m just,” you leaned against him again, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his other resting between your shoulder blades to keep you pressed against him. He placed a soft kiss on the side of your head, relief flooding through him when he felt you let out a deep breath, easing into him a little more.
“Do you still wanna get coffee?” he asked, and you could hear the humor in his voice.
You laughed, “Yea,” you took a step back, “we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy imagine#soa#soa imagine#juice ortiz#juice ortiz x reader#juice ortiz x you#juice ortiz imagine#august prompts#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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Marked for Carnage Masterlist
Fic Content Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Gore, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Stalking, Spousal Abuse (off page/not described in detail), Injury, Weapons, Gun Violence
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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I lied
Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
From these August Prompts: “You said you'd go with me.” "I lied."
A/N: Me??? A Juice fic??? Idk where this came from, this poor man went through so much in canon that I decided, why don't I put him through some more in fic world???
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of bruises/cuts.
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Your bags were packed with the necessities and your gut was filled with nerve and hope. You began driving to the clubhouse. It was late at night, no one would be there except a couple hang arounds and him. As you pulled into the lot, you saw him leaning against his bike, backpack on and waiting for you. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, things had been so tough lately, you could see it on his face everyday but now that you knew things were about to be new, there was a fresh start on the horizon, you couldn’t help but feel the excitement masked as butterflies as you pulled in.
“Hey!” You couldn’t contain the elation in your tone.
Juice looked up, hadn’t even noticed you drove in, the shock was on his face as he snapped out of whatever he was thinking.
“Hey.” His voice was the complete opposite of yours, low, succumbed. It made every ounce of anticipation in you dissipate within seconds.
“What’s wrong?” You immediately sped up so you were in front of him, dropping your bag at your feet to lift your hands up to his face. It took more effort than you expected lifting his head up, the weakness wasn’t just displayed on Juice’s face but in his demeanor. Your heart was starting to catch on to things, it was beating rapidly as you took in his attitude, his face. It was littered in bruises and cuts, and despite the purpled and red marks on his face, his soul was the most broken.
“I’m fine. Just waiting for you.” Juice said after a deep breath and pushing back all his thoughts and managing to put a half-assed smile on.
“I missed you.” You said smiling back and taking his cue and moving to leave a kiss on his lips. “So much.” You pulled away to whisper the next two words against his mouth but Juice was quick to fill the space. His hands moved up to cup your face, there was desperation in it, but not in a wanting you way but in a way that he wanted this to make everything better. He kissed you with purpose but you could tell it was the wrong purpose.
As you took a breath you rested your head against his and took the opportunity to speak to him.
“We’ve got plenty of time for this later, c’mon we should hit the road.” Quickly you grabbed his hand and bent down to grab your bag and pull him to your SUV. “You can load your bike in the trunk, there's room. I don’t know if you wanna stop by your place and pick up anything more but I left all my stuff, figured my landlord will repurpose it after I default on the rent.” You chuckled.
As you began to walk you noticed Juice wasn’t moving, he was back to looking at the ground and as you took one more step your conjoined hands fell.
“Juice, c’mon.” You said once which earned you a glance from him and when you repeated it, a part of you knew what was about to happen so you raised your voice in a way that was practically begging him. Begging him not to do this. To just come with you.
“We’re not going.” Juice’s voice was barely audible and the silence between both of you became the loudest thing in the air.
“What?” You questioned after you realized you weren’t going to be able to wrap your mind around it.
“We’re not going.” He had managed to sit up straight now and tell you with full volume now.
You stared at him before speaking up. “You said you’d go with me.” Your voice also at a whisper.
“I lied.”
Those words cut you deeper than anything else he could have said.
The space between both of you felt like two magnets repelling against each other. There was a choice you had to make at that moment and it only took seconds for you to decide. Maybe you’d regret it, or maybe he would. But either way your choice was made.
“No, you’re not going. I’m going. You’re an idiot to stay here, Juice. You’re choosing that,” you pointed to his face, “over starting new?” There was so much more to what you meant. Juice was choosing a life of violence, of deterioration, of constant heartbreak over a life of love, of growth, of happiness. There was no convincing him, if the actions you showed him were no match for the actions the club showed him, your words would mean nothing.
“C’mon, don’t be like that.” Just like that he was back to the boy who had begged you to go with him, begged you to stay with him through this shit. None of it mattered. None of it ever mattered.
“This is it, Juice. Either you come with me, or we’re done.” You stepped back, that magnet repulsion still in high effect.
That was it. It had been 3 years since that night, since you saw Juice. You didn’t exactly leave Charming, but you did make it a point to avoid any sign, trace, or mention of the club. It helped that you lived on the outskirts and decided to do all your errands in Morada. It proved to be successful, until today.
As you walked around the convenient store, eyes on the shelves you bumped into someone, the apologies came pouring out from your mouth as you gathered the things that fell on the ground.
“No, sorry, that was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” There was slight humor in the tone of the voice you knew so well that your heart stopped while you looked up at him, all the misstrewn groceries in your arms now as you stood up. Both of you staring at each other as the realization hit.
He looked different. His hair was grown out, he had a mustache, a beard. Out of instinct, your eyes moved down to see he wasn’t wearing the kutte. I didn’t necessarily mean he was out of the club, but it did make your mind wander.
“Hey.” His voice softened and he looked down at the groceries in your hand realizing what you had was mixed in with his items. “Uh, sorry.” He smiled in a way that melted you and pointed to something in your hand. “That’s mine.”
You looked down to see his favorite snack nuzzled in between your groceries. “Oh.” You laughed back and adjusted your grip so you could hand him the bag. “Still love the honey barbeque twists.” You joked as your hands touched and you both pulled away instantly.
“How are you?” Both of you spoke at the same time and laughed awkwardly. Juice pointed to you wanting you to speak first.
“I’m good. Y’know. Livin’ the dream.” You laughed awkwardly again. “You?”
“Yea I’m good, just traveling back home.” He nodded.
“No kutte.” You couldn’t help yourself as you brought up the lack of apparel.
Juice was confused and looked down. “Oh, yea the trip was lowkey, just me and–”
“Me.” Jax’s voice was smug as ever and it made you turn your attention to see him smiling and going to pull you into a hug. “Long time no see.”
“Yea, been a minute.” You felt very uncomfortable but were going to see this through.
“I’ll let you two catch up, I’ll be out by the bikes.” Jax smirked at Juice and winked at you before squeezing your shoulder as a goodbye.
“Glad to see you two worked your shit out.” You said to Juice as Jax left the store.
“Oh, yea, it's gotten better.” Juice tensed up and you could clock that shit from a mile away still.
“Well, I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you.” Was it a lie? Was it the truth? You weren’t sure, but it was the polite thing to say. Juice agreed and stepped to the side to let you start walking down the aisle near check out. As you reached the end of the aisle about to turn down the next he spoke up causing you to turn to look at him.
“I thought you left town? That night, you said you were gonna leave, I thought you left.”
You could tell he was trying to wrap his head around this, seeing you. You knew he likely spent late nights awake thinking about it, about you, he might have looked different but he was the same Juice that you left in the Sons lot all those years ago. Which is why you didn’t want to leave anymore hope there, for either of you. You could see the hope in his eyes, that you were back, that maybe you could see eachother again, that you came back for him. All of that let you decide to break both of your hearts all over again by repeating the two words that determined both of your fates 3 years ago and keep walking away.
“I lied.”
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9. Will you let me take you out?
12. Do you want to come in?
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Date?
"Dude. Just ask her out already" stated Jax as he watched Juice send another drink to the pretty girl sitting at the bar. "I don't want to bother her. She looks busy" replied Juice as his cheeks warmed. "Are you telling me that you dragged us all here again to pussy out now that she has finally showed up?" demanded Tig shooting Juice a glare. "Just go talk to her Juicey. Flash that smile and you will be good" offered Chibs as he patted the young mans shoulder. "I don't know" murmured Juice as he snuck another glance at the girl. "Juice if you don't get your ass over there I will make the biggest scene of hitting on her you have ever seen!" threatened Tig as he stood up and started moving away from the table. "Alright! Don't need to be dramatic" stated Juice as he pushed Tig back to the table.
You were busy texting when you heard a cough behind you. Turning your eyes landed on the most handsome man you had ever seen in this bar. "Mind if I sit here" he asked his voice smooth as honey as he nodded to the empty stool. "Not at all" you replied shooting him a warm smile. "I'm Juice by the way." offered the man as he fidgeted with the beer in his hand. "Interesting name. I'm Y/N." you replied as you sipped one of the many free drinks you had accumulated tonight. "That's a pretty name" replied Juice kicking himself for being so nervous and awkward. He was getting ready to bolt when you placed a hand on his bouncing leg making him look at you. "So tell me about yourself" you suggested.
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Hours later Juice was walking you to your car. "Umm, would you let me take you out. Like on a date no take you out take you out" asked Juice rambling nervously. Laughing you nodded. "I think we can arrange that" you replied as you handed him your phone to put his number in.
Two days later
Juice was walking you to your door after a date at the local arcade where he had won you a stuffed bear. Then the two of you had gotten pizza and ate watching the sunset." I had a lot of fun tonight Juice" you stated as you got top your door turning to smile at him. "I did too. Your really fun " replied Juice as he shifted nervously from leg to leg. Leaning up you kissed him quickly on the lips before biting your lip. "Do you want to come in? Get a head start on date number two?" you asked as the two of you locked eyes. Juice couldn't speak but nodded quickly making you laugh as you opened the door.
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Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count.
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The WIP with the highest word count at the moment is a Sons of Anarchy fic. It’s about an OC (I haven’t decided on her name yet) who settles down in Charming in hopes for a fresh start away from her hometown after rumors and judgement of things she had nothing to do with come about. She was left with the proverbial smoking gun and no one around to help her tell the truth and to set things straight. Charming is where she meets the Sons when they come to help her out with her broke down car and that’s where she meets Juan Carlos ‘Juice’ Ortiz. There’s something about him that she can’t quite explain but she knows after meeting the MC her life would change forever.
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Let me save you pt. VI
Juice Ortiz x female
Word count: 6.7k
Warnings: blood, bad language, violence, mentions of sex(?), angst
A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for such a long break, I had this in my drafts for some time, but couldn't get myself to post it, but I'm back now and I'll try to be more consistent 🫶🏻
Walking to the kitchen alone in the morning was a really bad decision. The place was a complete mess and so many things I never wanted to see flashed before my eyes. Passing a few people I really wanted to stop and make sure they’re still alive, but gladly I just walked pass by the disgusting scene, making sure I won’t put my foot in anything on the floor, either people or weird, unrecognized substances. Too early to eat anything as always I just poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down by the kitchen table, praying no one walks in. I haven’t talked with anybody besides Juice about yesterdays situation and I wasn’t sure if they approved what I did. Gemma is probably proud. Looking at the shelves filled with instant food packages I realized I used to do much worse things. Yeah, but you were home. Your place. It’s not my place anymore, but it was back then. I don’t think I have my place now, but it’s definitely not here. Showing up at night looking like I was hit by a truck and then showing some attitude to a girl who’s from here was probably not the best option. Was it? I locked my eyes on a canned chicken soup and my stomach turned upside down. That’s disgusting.
- Hey - I flinched when Bobby pulled me out of my thoughts
- You’re up early.
It’s not early, but looking at how many people were still passed out it was surprising to see someone alive.
- Decided to give my liver a rest yesterday - he replied calmly pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee and sitting next to me - What about you?
- My liver deserved a rest years ago, I’m too old for that kind of parties - I said jokingly to keep the conversation as far from the shattered glasses as I could
- I don’t know how he did that, but Chibs told us you’re not letting things like that slide easily.
Shit, my brilliant plan didn’t work.
- Look, I don’t want to sound like a toddler, but she started. I’m not here to cause any drama.
- Actually - he looked down trying to hide his smile - I’m sure some people there were glad somebody finally did that.
- What do you mean? - he tried to lock his eyes with mine but I kept looking at the chicken soup in the corner
- See, Ima is the CaraCara girl. Not many are fond of her, but she’s making good money with Layla, and there’s actually no reason to get rid of her, a pornstar being annoying and slutty is not that much of a deal when you think about it. I work at the studio as an accountant so I spend quite a lot of time with the girls, maybe I don’t know them that well, but you know…
- Deep inside she’s just a lost, lovely girl? - I asked with a little sarcasm when I saw him struggling to finish the sentence, but he bursted out laughing
- No, she’s really just an annoying slut, I don’t know where I was going there.
I finally left the soup and looked at him laughing, felt a smile forming on my face.
- Just don’t blame yourself, you sat here looking like you had a moral hangover.
- I don’t actually blame myself, but feels like I needed someone else to say that, thanks Bobby.
He replied with a warm smile.
- I should go and finish the party for good now, see you later.
I sat there for a minute after he left. It’s kinda sad people approach me when I’m just sitting alone, my resting face must be extremely depressed. I slowly got up from the chair and dragged my feet back to the bedroom. When I walked into the room Juice just got out of the bathroom. I looked at the single cup of coffee in my hand. Lovely.
- And that’s… for you - I smiled and handed him the cup which he accepted with his hand still wet from the shower
- Oh wow, so lovely, you went there just to get me a coffee and didn’t even think about yourself? - he took a sip and handed me the cup back with a smile
- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.
He would bring me a coffee.
- Who were you talking to? - he asked calmly but I felt shivers anyway
- No one.
Why would I lie? What’s the point? He turned back to me and laughed politely to ensure me he’s not mad, but curious.
- You were sitting there for so long alone? Come on, I just want to know if you’re getting along with anybody - he still smiled softly putting on his shirt
- Oh, excuse me? - I laughed forgetting about how uncomfortable I just was - I was talking with Bobby, but just so you know, I get along with a lot of people here. Like Lyla, she’s great. And Chibs. And Tig. Oh, and Opie, yeah, Opie’s cool. And… And Chucky!
- Okay, alright - he wrapped his arms around me to stop me from thinking of more names - I’m glad you’re feeling good here.
- Yeah, about feeling good, it’s great here, but can we go home?
- Sure - he said not letting me go
- I believe you have to let me go so I can grab my stuff and get in the car.
- Oh Christ, sorry I was even touching you princess. Want me to carry you so your shoes don’t get too dirty? - he responded handing me my bag
How is he smiling all the time? That’s probably the thing I love about him the most, but that’s also something to think about. On our way to the car we stopped at the bar. Bobby sitting on the stool with his face hidden in his hands was looking pretty pathetic. But not so pathetic as all the people still lying in different, sometimes weird places.
- How was your finishing the party? - I asked putting my hand on his shoulder, he patted it lightly
- Just as you can see. You know what? - he looked at our bags - I’m going home too, Clay should handle this, I’m not responsible for other charters, am I?
- You should go - Juice said firmly, exactly as he needed, Bobby immediately got up and walked us to the car
- I believe todays vote will be postponed for tomorrow - he said before Juice sat behind the wheel - use your day off well.
Looking at me he smiled once again and next seconds Juice was starting the engine.
- Gross - I said jokingly
- What do you mean?
- That thing about your “day off”. Use it well. On me? Come on.
- That’s not what he meant - he sounded serious, but a smile was still fully visible on his face
- Then what did he mean?
- He definitely meant my bike, I should work on it - he now laughed out loud - by the way, you saw it?
I moved my head and looked out through the window.
- Saw what?
- My bike.
- Yeah, I see it pretty much everyday, it’s hard to not see it when you live with a biker. It’s nice, even lovely I’d say.
- I don’t mean that one.
I kept looking through the window acting like I don’t know about the other one hidden in the garage. He shouldn’t be mad, I definitely didn’t break anything, but maybe he doesn’t know I’ve touched it, why should I tell him myself?
- You have more than one bike? That’s so cool - I smiled to myself and felt him staring at the back of my head
- Y/n, you know I won’t be mad.
- Mad? About what? - I realized he can see my face in the reflection on the glass so I immediately stopped smiling and looked at him.
- Just wanted to tell that you did well - he smiled at my reaction - must’ve taken you a few hours, huh?
- I’m sorry, but it’s pretty boring to be alone and not at home, I was looking for anything to do. And when did you even have time to see that I’ve touched it? I left all the tools exactly where they were before, you have like a dairy or what? - I laughed and realized we were pulling into the driveway
- Sometimes when I can’t sleep and think too much I go there trying to relax, so you don’t know I did that probably because you were sleeping.
- You know - I stopped because he rushed to open the door for me right after he parked - you know you can talk to me? I’m probably better at that stuff than your secret bike.
- I’m not schizophrenic or anything, I do all the talking in my head so it won’t be weird.
I just gave him a meaningful look and followed him inside.
- I’m worried about tomorrow - I said after settling on the couch
- What’s tomorrow? Your first day at work? - my blank stare must’ve said everything because he continued without my answer - Why? You did all that nursing stuff before, didn’t you?
- No, I’ve actually never done that, that’s why they hired me. What’s wrong with you today? - I took a sip of my tea waiting for his response wondering if I’m not too harsh, but he laughed as softly as always
- I think I’m just tired.
- Tired of bitches hitting up on you all night?
- Alright, from what I can remember there was only one bitch hitting up on me yesterday.
- And I really hope you mean Ima - I laughed
I was pretty shocked I got over it so fast and didn’t overthink what happened last night.
- Well, you definitely don’t need to beg me for attention so I definitely didn’t mean you.
Is this about the “I love you” thing? I really don’t want to talk about this now.
- Good to hear that - I smiled and run to another topic immediately - so do we have a free evening today or you want to go check in at the club?
- Remember what Bobby said? - he asked playfully
- Oh come on, I’m serious now.
- Yeah, me too. How about a movie night?
- How about a walk?
Looking at his face I could see my question put him off guard.
- What? - I laughed at the silence
- Where do you want to go? - his tone became more firm and calm
- I don’t know, aren’t there any parks here? - I laughed and grabbed his thigh gently - Juice, if you don’t want to we don’t have to do that, I just asked. But I’d still like to know what’s so terrible about walks.
I tried to stop smiling but the fact that he looked terrified by the idea of taking a walk was pretty hilarious.
- No, I’m sorry, of course we can go for a walk, it’s just that I prefer spending my free time at home - he smoothed out the pillow not even looking at me
- Are you really afraid something might happen? - I asked moving other pillows out of his reach when he tried to grab another one
- l just, you know - I don’t, keep talking - well, many people know me here - he finally got the courage to look at me and his sad puppy eyes literally made me want to cry
- I’m sorry, but what’s wrong with people knowing who you are? - I truly didn’t understand what he meant and asking was the best option since I wasn’t scared of being embarrassed anymore
- I’m sorry, I just want you to be safe and I know that there are only two places I can be sure about you not getting hurt, here and at the clubhouse. I know it sounds out of line, but some people want to hurt us and they know their best ways to do that.
-So the best way to hurt you would be hurting me, huh? - I tried to comfort him and did the literal opposite, but still got a little smile from him
-I know how it sounds, really. Especially when I told you I’m just a member of a club, but-
-Yeah, I know it’s not just a club, I’m not that stupid - this time comforting him went a little better and he finally took his hand off the perfectly flattened pillow to grab my hand
-You’re really important to me, and however unrealistic this sounds, I need to protect you at all costs right now. It’s not always going to be like that, but we got ourselves into some trouble lately.
-Is it about the drugs? The club trying to leave is just not going as Jax planned?
Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but on the other hand it might help him to open and talk to me. I already knew more than he thought, why wouldn’t he just talk to me about it now? The silence between us was pretty loud and his concerned face made me want to laugh, but I tried to keep a straight face to show him I’m serious.
-What do you mean „the drugs”?
-Oh come on, you really want to play that game? - his question annoyed me a little, even tho I did the same thing all the time
-How do you even know about that? - he wasn’t angry, more stressed and worried, his hands landing on the pillow again
-Okay, are you going to answer my question or we don’t have anything to talk about?
-Yes, it’s about drugs. Leaving the business isn’t as easy as we thought, and Clay is not cooperating with Jax. Except this whole shit with drugs we have a lot going on inside our charter. It looks like nothing is going to be better unless these two work their shit out, and I don’t think it’s going to happen anytime soon - he opened even a little more than I expected, but I was so glad he finally did that - that’s why I’m worried about you and about what might happen.
-Thank you for being honest with me, I really appreciate that - I gently took the pillow from him and replaced it with my hands - I know you can’t talk a lot about the club stuff, but you can still talk about your feelings, that’s not pathetic, I cried in front of you so many times, come on.
I tried to lighten him up and believed it worked, since he gave me a bright smile.
-Okay, I’ll try, but for now is it enough? - he chuckled
-Well, I accept that, but I’ll demand more honesty in the future if you want to spend it with me.
I looked down, his hands, always steady, now shaking a little, not matching his cheerful smile. His eyes dark, I could even say full of joy. Hiding his emotions started getting harder, or maybe I was better at reading it.
-You have no idea how much I want that - he smiled so adorably I almost fell for it, but another look at his hands worried me again
Using how close we were to each other I sat on his laps and let him hide his face in my neck. His hands immediately started wandering around my back and when they found the spot he pulled me closer. I tried to sink in the moment, when he suddenly threw me off his knees, my back landing on the soft couch I was trapped by his body. It was so gentle, yet so fast that I froze under him.
-The fuck was that? - I asked completely confused
-I just wanted to see your reaction, but that little scream was so cute - wide smile wasn’t leaving his face, he looked amused by my consternation - are you ticklish?
-Juan, don’t try that, get off me - I said firmly trying not to laugh
-I promise I’ll start talking about my feelings, I just need some time - he said not moving
-Okay, okay, I trust you but let me go - I was now laughing with him
He slowly got up letting me do the same thing. I got closer to his face, putting my hands around his neck and just looked him in the eyes. Juice immediately shortened the distance by kissing me, licking my lip I opened my mouth to let him in when the doorbell interrupted us. He slowly pulled back and rested his forehead on mine and I just started laughing. Like a damn movie.
-Stay here - he got up and dragged his feet towards the door unlocking it slowly
-Hey Juicy - I heard Chibs so I made my way to the door, not wanting him to take my boyfriend away from me again
My who?
-Hi Chibs, perfect timing, what’s up?
-The vote’s tomorrow at 6 - he smiled softly to greet me
-And that’s why you came all the way here? - I asked amused by Juice’s reaction
-Well, maybe if he’d pick up his damn phone I wouldn’t have to do that - he stepped through the door and closed it - that vote might take a little longer, I talked to the guys from north and they are not giving up so easily, just so you know - he gave Juice a serious look - am I interrupting you?
-No, we were just going to my old place to get some stuff, since you have so much free time you can come with us to help - I smiled at him and then saw Juice’s face - we talked about it yesterday…
-Oh yeah, we did, I’m sorry - he brightened up immediately
-Actually I don’t have anything better to do, you want me to call Tig?
-That would be nice - I said before Juice even opened his mouth - Juice, you have any empty boxes in your garage?
-Yeah, there are some.
-So I’ll call Tiggy and you kids go find some boxes so we can go - Chibs smiled at us once again and went through the door
-Juice - I said with a straight face - did you mute your phone to „use your time well” with me? - I tried not to smile
-Of course not - he laughed and started walking towards the garage - I must’ve did that by accident.
-You’re a bad liar, really.
-I think that’s good - he pinned me to the wall and kissed me softly - will we finish that later?
-Oh god, stop - I laughed and walked under his hand to free myself - let’s get the boxes, how many do you have?
-And how many do you want? You have much stuff there? - he started going through the empty boxes and throwing the bigger ones in my direction
-Well, should I get all of it? Will you get me a place when I can store them? - I asked while folding the boxes and putting them aside
-Can’t you just unpack here? Why would you keep your things in the boxes?
I kept my eyes on the flatted pile I just made.
-You want me to stay here for good? I know you for like a month, I can’t just move in.
-So you’re just living here temporarily, huh? - he also wasn’t looking at me but I saw him smiling
-Well, if that’s what you mean then I can tell you I was looking for some houses for sale here.
He threw a last one at me and came closer.
-I mean that I want you to feel like at home here. You don’t have to move out, I have plenty of free space, there’s even a free bedroom upstairs if you don’t want to share the bed anymore.
-Don’t you think it’s a little bit early to live together? We’re not even a couple or anything - I tried not to look at him but he made it impossible
-Aren’t we? - he took the boxes I just folded and went outside - I want you to stay here - he yelled while putting them in the trunk
-Tig will wait at the clubhouse for us, I believe you want to switch the car for a bigger one if we’re taking all of your shit here - Chibs said when I met them at the driveway
-Yeah, sure - I sat on the passenger sit and waited for Juice to join me
We drove to Lodi in silence, but I saw him looking at me from time to time, smile not leaving his face. I was really happy about what he said, but didn’t want to show him that i really care about that. Acting casual wasn’t my best skill, but I both didn’t want to scare him or just ruin what we already had, so I chose to ignore my feelings for now. When we pulled up Juice parked the truck right in front of the door and guys left their bikes a little closer to the street. When we entered the building my hands were empty, nobody let me carry anything so I just led them upstairs and unlocked the door.
-So there’s no elevator here, huh? - Tig asked when i was fighting with my shaky hands to put the key in
-Yeah, you’ll have to carry all the boxes alone, or you can let me help you - I said opening the door and letting them in
-You’re not carrying anything, just focus on the packing - Chibs said letting me go in front of him - stop whining Tiggy.
But I wasn’t listening to him, what I saw made me freeze where I was standing. Should’ve cleaned that up before leaving. Blood drops on the floor, marking the paths where I was walking before I cleaned myself up. Bloody tissues on the table and now also on the floor, bathroom sink still covered in blood, perfectly visible since I left the door open.
-That’s quite a lot of blood for such a small person - Tig said and put the boxes down - but we’ve seen worse, don’t worry, where should we start?
We’ve seen worse? That’s it? Wow.
-You can get all the stuff from here and the kitchen, I’ll go get the bathroom and bedroom - I said and quietly left with a few boxes in my hands
I never liked packing, but today it was different. I never wanted to see that apartment again, it was so nice and I loved it with all my heart, but now it was hard to feel safe here. Glad that nobody interrupted me I just focused on packing when I heard someone knocking on the door. I went to check what’s going on, but seeing the three of them froze, just staring at the door made me laugh.
-Are we expecting any guests? - Chibs asked when I entered the room
-Why don’t you just check who that is? - I said a little bit more annoyed than I meant to
I walked toward the door and saw all of them reaching their belts, pretty sure what they had there.
-That’s fucking pathetic - I said looking at their reaction and slowly opened the door
-I thought you’re not going to open, like you’re mad that I just left you, oh wait, you can’t be mad, because you’re the one who left me - Nat laughed and walked pass me not waiting for an invitation to come inside - oh hello gentleman - she put her bag on the table
-Guys, that’s Nat, Nat this is Tig and Chibs, I think you remember Juice - I smiled looking at their reaction
-Of course I remember, hi everyone - she started going through her bag looking for something
-Tig, don’t even try - I said when I saw him walking her way - you’re all being rude right now - I laughed when they just kept looking at her not saying anything and got a quiet “hi Nat” from all three as a response
-But she’s not going to kill us, right? - Chibs joked looking around at the bloody mess - she’s not the one I guess?
-Sadly I left all my white weapons at home, so you have advantage over me - she moved her head up and looked at his belt - oh I found it, you’re going for a smoke? - she put her lighter in the pocket and looked at me
-Sure - I responded quickly and followed her to the balcony - how did you even know I’m here? You’re stalking me or what? - I laughed as soon as the door closed behind us
-I was just walking by and saw two bikes in front of the building, who else could it be? - she sat on the bench and kept looking at me with her weird, cute smile
-Why are you looking at me like that? - I laughed - it’s been a week, not like I’ve abandoned you or anything
-Are you okay? I’m sorry, but your explanations over texts weren’t really convincing - she patted the spot besides her
-I had some mess to clean up lately - I said sitting down
-Yeah, pretty cute mess - she looked through the window at guys packing my stuff - you live with them?
-They don’t live together - I laughed loudly at her question - I’m staying at Juice’s for now, I’m not sure what to do next.
-He rescued you and let you move in after knowing you for a month? What a hero - I knew it was not fully sarcastic, even tho she tried to sound like it - he loves you or what?
-He actually told me he does - I responded not looking at her
-Are you shitting me right now? You love him too? Girl what happened to your independent, 'I don’t need any man', lifestyle. I thought you’re just going to fuck him - she shook her head in fake disbelief trying not to laugh
-I actually don’t know, I didn’t say anything.
-Okay, you really have to be kidding me - she laughed now
-Oh shut up, do you want to help me pack since you’re here?
About an hour later a stack of heavy boxes filled with all my stuff was standing near the door. Tig and Chibs went to the bus to pack the first ones and I sat on the couch to clear things out with Nat.
-You’re not mad at me, are you? - I asked watching as Juice went to the kitchen and leaned back on the counter
-Why would I be? - she laughed - because you left me in this shitty town with my shitty job? Come on y/n, I always cheered you up, I’m really glad you got the job you wanted so bad.
-The job is one thing, it I still moved away not even telling you straight away, I feel kinda bad about it - and what I said was honest, I knew it was my life and I was the only person who should decide about it, but the demons from my past or whatever we’re still chasing me and I felt like I needed permission for everything
-Sweetheart - she looked at me with her lovely eyes, and leaned in to make sure I can hear every word she says - are you fucking kidding me? It’s your life and you have to be god damn happy, don’t worry about other people so much, we’ve already been there and I thought you understood it’s a bad idea.
We both laughed and I picked my bag from the floor when the guys came back upstairs.
-Okay, let’s go - I grabbed a box and headed to the door
-I don’t think so - Chibs took it from me and placed it back down on the floor - ten minutes and everything should be handled, you should spare your wrists.
Nat joined me and watched all the of them carrying the boxes downstairs.
-What’s your schedule next weekend? - I asked when they disappeared behind the last wall
-Not sure yet, why? Want me to come visit your big town? - she laughed and threw her bag over her shoulder
-Yeah, you should come by, I’ll probably be alone for a while - she smiled at me and slowly walked through the door
-We’ll keep in touch - she blowed me a kiss - bye, love ya.
-When are you planning to start unpacking? - Juice was leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at the boxes besides the door
I walked up to the fridge and got myself a beer.
-Are they bothering you so much? - I stood next to him looking in the same direction
-I mean, not really, just wondering - he took a sip from his bottle
-Oh, you’re such a pedant - I smiled at him - I wanted to at least start today, but I don’t think I have enough energy for that, I’m sorry. This work thing is kind of stressing me out, like it’s my first day ever. I just want it to be over, then I’ll take care of other stuff, is that okay?
-Of course it’s okay - he looked at me as softly as always, I wondered what would I have to do to make him mad - I’ll help you whenever you’re ready.
I didn’t have a chance to answer, because his phone drown my quiet „thanks” out. After his short answers I could immediately recognize it was a call from the club. What else could it be? I was expecting that.
-I need you to come with me - he said firmly while putting his cell back in the pocket
-I can stay alone Juice, we’ve talked about it. I’ll be fine.
-No - he looked serious and worried at the same time - They need you at the clubhouse.
I wasn’t expecting that.
-Why? What happened? - I asked when he nervously started looking for the car keys
-Couldn’t tell me on the phone - he answered calmly, still not looking at me - so probably there’s someone to patch up.
-Okay - I said without hesitation and he finally looked at me
-You don’t have to get involved in the club shit, that’s my shit and I can get you out of it if you want. Just this one time if there really isn’t anyone else to help, we’ll figure this out, okay?
-Juice - now I was smiling softly - I’m fine with that, really. Our shit now.
We hurried through the door and it was surprisingly quiet inside, but everyone got up from their seats when we walked through the door.
-Kozik got hit, Tara’s out of town and we need someone to take care of him. Her bag is already there, just come with me - Jax grabbed my arm and pulled me slightly so | would follow him
I entered the chapel and heard multiple footsteps following me, but I couldn’t focus on that. A blonde man was laying on the massive wooden table. His bare chest was covered in blood, a hole in his upper arm made it pretty clear that he was shot. I froze, not at the fact that a man with probably a bullet in his body was casually laying on the table, a prospect next to him trying to stop the bleeding, but because I was the one to help him. I haven’t done anything like that in some time, had no idea where to start I started panicking quietly.
-Tell us how to help - Chips nudged me softly but firmly
-Did it went through? - I asked filled with fake hope
-Did it what? - the prospect holding a soaked cloth looked at me like I was a ghost
-How many holes are there? - I smiled sarcastically - Is the bullet still inside or did it went through? Let me see.
Chibs helped raising Kozik’s arm up and of course the bullet was still inside
-I’m not a damn neuro or ortho to deal with such stuff smoothly - I said looking through Tara’s bag and trying to focus.
-You don’t have to get him perfectly fine, we can cut that arm off if you’ll say that’s the best option.
-Shut up Tig, that’s not funny anymore - said Jax
I looked up and saw him sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, sipping on his beer like nothing was happening.
I came back to the table and took a closer look at the wound.
-It’s not deep, you have to hold him still and I’ll take the bullet out - I wasn’t sure how to do that, I had to deal with worse things in the past, but every memory of it just vanished at instant - I’ll count to three.
The faster the better. I saw a bloody mess before digging my fingers into the hole. It was gross even through the gloves, I thought I can feel my legs shaking. Trying not to make more damage I wanted to focus but the screams made it impossible and I couldn’t find the right angle to take a grip on the bullet.
-Shut him the fuck up - I said calmly concentrating on where my fingers were going and suddenly I looked at my hand, hovered in blood, holding a shiny piece of metal
Glad that the worst part was already over I started to put stitches on, kinda surprised the bleeding almost stopped.
-I don’t think any arteries were damaged, he should be fine soon - I said to Jax who was sitting on a stool next to mine
-I really appreciate you came to help us, thank you - he said sadly, eyes locked on the countertop in front of him
-You’ve helped me enough, that’s the least I can do. If you ever need me again, don’t hesitate, I’ll gladly do it again - I said knowing it was bullshit, but he smiled slightly - I really have to go now, but I can check in tomorrow after work if you want me to.
-That would be great, thank you - he said and I left to find Juice - Are you coming with me? - I said when our eyes met
-Of course, let’s go - his eyes not as bright as always, smile almost fully fainted and I instantly knew he was just disappointed with me
Tara would’ve done it better, of course, but she’s not here. I’m not even a doctor, and he’s alive so overall I didn’t do such a bad job. I rested my head on the cold window as I sat down in the passengers seat. The sky was beautifully clear, you could count all the stars, a perfect night for a walk, but surely I should forget about that. I closed my eyes and waited for the car to stop so I could just go to bed and burry myself under the covers. When we pulled up I took my purse from the back seat and grabbed the door handle, but Juice was faster as always. He opened the door for me and gave me his gentle hand along with a polite smile. I rushed ahead of him and quickly changed into my pajamas before crawling into bed, but it wasn’t long before he joined me, putting his hand on m hip and kissing my shoulder. We laid in silence for what felt like hours and I couldnt get myself to sleep, move or even talk. I was completely frozen wandering what he was thinking about.
-I’m sorry - was all I mumbled after getting enough courage to open my mouth
-You’re not asleep? - he stopped rubbing my arm and sounded pretty shocked
-I really am, I know I should’ve done better, but I was just scared. I don’t know why, it’s not the circumstances, I just felt like I never did that before and it is fucking scary looking at the fact that im supposed to do such stuff everyday starting tomorrow. I think I’ve lost my damn spark, or whatever it was, I should just stayed behind the bar and do what I was good at. I don’t want that job anymore, I don’t want to do that and I’m scarred I’ll fuck someone's life soon, that’s clearly not for me.
He didn’t interrupt my monologue, just grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over so that I was facing him. Is he really fucking smiling right now?
-I know it sounds pathetic and I don’t just feel sorry for myself, I think I-
He interrupted me this time with a soft chuckle followed by a clearly sad face.
-I should apologize to you, I promised to keep my life away from you, but I didn’t really have a choice there. But you did great y/n, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
-My hands were shaking - I said seriously
-Have you ever taken a bullet out of a stranger’s arm? In a motorcycle clubhouse? Surrounded by a dozen of other bikers? - he smiled, but I knew it wasn’t honest
-No, but that’s not the point Juice - I heard my voice trembling, not aware of being at the edge of crying
-Oh don’t do that to me, I hate when you cry, especially when it's because of me, I promised not to do that anymore, remember? - his smile seemed more confident now and I almost fell for it
-It’s not because of you, I don’t want to do that anymore.
-Then don’t - he said calmly looking me in the eyes
-What do you mean, „don’t”?
-Well, just don’t work, be a house wife and let me support you - he got a quiet laugh from me
-I’m sorry I’m such a whiner sometimes.
-I’m sorry I got you into that - he looked at the clock - you should go to sleep now, it’s late.
I didn’t want to know what time it is and I was glad he stayed quiet, knowing how little sleep I’ll get before my first day wasn’t a good idea. I snuggled into his chest feeling relaxed and safe, as I should’ve from the beginning. Next time just talk to him, burying your emotions won’t help.
-Thank you, goodnight.
-Goodnight, I love you.
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Please Come Get me
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The night seemed colder then usual for California. You shouldn’t have stayed at the gym this long. The parking lot was nearly empty but a few cars. The street lamps where barley lighting up the parking lot.
There was this unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as you walked to your car. You turned around hoping to find someone in the shadows but no one was there. You rushed getting the door open to your car but out of no where you where slammed against the side of your car.
“Y/N tell Juice to we don’t like being ignored.” The mad in the hood and mask said as he held a knife to your throat. You breath was stuck at the mention of Juice.
You broke up almost a year ago. You felt like he was always lying to you and keeping thing from you. You knew about the Sons of anarchy and Samcro. But you didn’t really know how deep he was in it.
You where together for over a year and everything about it moved really fast. He was obsessed with you as you where with him. It was almost toxic at some points. But you really loved him and wanted more. But he was the one to break everything off.
“I haven’t talked with him in a year.” You begged the two masked men. Why now. They gave you a pretty good hit making everything dizzy. You held against the car holding yourself up as they ran away. A big part of you was tempted to call the cops but you didn’t want this to go back to Juice or the club.
For the next week the incidents kept getting worse. It felt like someone was always falling you around but you couldn’t pinpoint who. There was threatening letter being left at your car and now your house.
You sighed it wasn’t that late. You made sure to never stay out alone once it got dark. You could hardly sleep anymore. There where still people in the parking lot and at the gym once you left. Only 8 on the dot.
Once you got in your car you panicked as it wouldn’t start no matter how many times you tried. It wasn’t that late, you could walk home. It would only be a few miles, maybe catch the bus.
You rushed down the street pulling your hoodie closer to your body. You kept flinching looking behind your shoulder. You knew someone was following you. It was still a far walk ahead of you.
You heard loud foot steps rushing after you. In the corner of your eyes you saw 2 tall figures dressed in all black.
“Shit” You yelled out as one of them grabbed your wrists pushing you against the brick wall.
“Where the fuck is Juice.” The guys yelled out shoving you harder against the wall making you cry.
“I don’t know!” You yelled out feeling blood running down your cheek. Before he could shove you again you ducked and slipped through his legs. You ran as fast as your legs could take you. You weren’t even sure where you where at this point and too scared to turn back to see if they where following you.
Finally your body gave out as you slipped into a dark alley. Without thinking you brought out your phone calling the only person you knew could help you. Not like you had anyone else.
“Please pick up.” You mumbled holding on to the phone for your dear life.
Juice almost missed his phone ringing over the loud music at the shop. He looked over seeing your name flash across it. A sudden rush of adrenaline rushed through his whole body. God he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you. Everyday he thought about you and calling you. He used alcohol and drugs to keep you from hunting his mind every day and every night.
Juice knew he had an unhealthy obsession over you. You where his first and only real love. You showed him what love was. You cared for him more then anyone has ever. You took care of him in every way.
“Hey Y/N” Juice said picking up the phone. His heart dropping as he heard you breathing heavily almost crying.
“Juice” He heard your sweet voice calling out to him.
“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked panicked at this point when he heard the dread and fear laced in your usual sweet voice. He missed it so much, he would play videos of you he took just to feel like you where there with him.
“Someone been following me, Can you please come pick me up. My car wouldn’t start and they cashed me.” You rushed over the phone breaking Juice heart a little bit more.
“Where are you?” Juice asked grabbing his Cut already making his way to the bike. He didn’t care what was going on with the club or work. He just needed to get to you.
“I don’t know Juice.” You said crying over the phone. You had no idea what street or what alley you were in. And too scared to come out your hiding stop to find out.
“Just stay there, I’m coming.” Juice said before hanging up the phone. He grabbed his laptop pulling up your gps that he had on your phone. He knew it was wrong to have a tracker on you without you knowing. But he did it to keep himself sane.
It didn’t take long for Juice to find you. You where right off main st a few miles from the gym you always went to.
“Y/n?” Juice asked as he walked down the alley. He finally saw you sitting on the ground shaking. Your eyebrow was split open with dried up blood across your face and in your hair.
“Oh no baby.” Juice mumbled before picking you up from the floor. Your arms quickly went around him to try and calm yourself. You hated how he still called you baby bringing back emotions you thought you got over.
“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t have anyone else to call.” You said still not being able to look up in his eyes.
“What happened?” Juice asked looking down at you. His heart ached seeing you like this. This was everything he wanted to protect you from.
“They’ve been following me for weeks, they said to tell you they don’t like being ignored. I didn’t think it was anything but then they where leaving letters and throwing rocks through my window.” You rushed out still feeling tears in your eyes.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me weeks ago?” Juice said as his jaw clenched. You could see his muscles tighten as he tensed up.
“I- I didn’t think it was anything. I didn’t wan tot bother you. You know how hard it was to call you? You broke up with me.” You said pulling yourself away from him.
“Let’s go, I’m taking you to my house until I can figure out whats going on.” Juice said as he pulled you along to his bike. You didn’t have the energy to protest and a little part of you was glad you wouldn’t be alone at your house anymore. You gripped so tightly on to Juice too scared to let go and him not really being there.
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