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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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Temptation
This is the 8th installment of the Not What It Seems Series
Summary: This takes places months before Silent Leaving. Juice x Readers first hookup during a party at the clubhouse. As always 18+.
Juice was barely able to concentrate on what he was doing over the music and general chaos that happened during a club party. One voice stood out above the rest and he looked up to see you and Opie deep in an argument. "I don't get what she sees in that idiot" muttered Piney who had been sitting with Juice. Juice turned to him with a raised brow. "I'm just saying my son has no idea how to treat a woman. He has been locked up most of their relationship and she just caught him with his hands up that blonde bimbos skirt.
Juice kept his expression neutral before turning back to where you were stalking away to the dorms leaving Opie laughing before going back to the blonde. "I think I'm going to retire. Got a lot to do" stated Juice as he downed the last of his drink and closed his laptop. Piney simply nodded before moving away to sit with Chibs and Tig.
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You were staring at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom when you saw Juice walk by the cracked door. You splashed water on your face to cool yourself after the argument with Opie. This shit was getting old and for the life of you, you still didn't' get why it was so important to your mom and stepdad that the two of you be together. You and Opie were like water and oil.... and you were getting closer and closer to lighting that ogre motherfucker on fire to be honest.
Stepping out of the bathroom you noted that Juice had left his door opened. He had always had your back and was one of your best friends. Not wanting to go home you made your way down the hall to his room. Pushing the door open you noted him at his desk. "Can I come in for a bit" you asked when he turned at the creak of the door. "Of course" replied Juice when he turned and saw you standing there.
Shutting the door behind you. You kicked your heels off and flopped onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Juice closed his laptop and turned in the chair so he could see you. "You okay?" he asked casually as his eyes roamed over the curve of your ass as you lay face down on the bed. "Think I'm just over doing what I'm told. It's gotta be obvious to everyone that Opie and I are not compatible." you murmured. "Fair" replied Juice as he contemplated his next move.
"I could show you a better time" the words were out of Juices mouth before he could even think through the repercussions. The words hung between you two for a couple minutes before you turned over on your side to look at him. The moment your eyes met his heated brown ones it was like you had been electrocuted. You couldn't deny the chemistry you two had.
"Show me" you pleaded as you sat up pulling your top over your head. Juice didn't need much encouragement before he had his own shirt discarded and was on the bed his lips crashing onto yours. Within a few minutes the two of you were a mess of tangled limbs, sweat and moans that echoed down the dorm hall. "Damn Juice is getting it" slurred Opie as Jax helped him make his way to his own dorm room. Jax simply grunted as they started to pass Juices door. "Dammit" muttered Jax as Opie lurched towards the door slamming it open.
"Fuck that shit up man" boomed Opie as his unfocused eyes looked over the two figures on the bed. "Sorry" called Jax as he yanked Opie back into the hallway and shut the door as quickly as possible.
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Juice was thankful he had you face down in his pillow as he pounded you from behind when the door flung open. He was so entranced with watching his cock disappear into you and your sweet moans and gasps ring in his ear that he hadn't even faltered in his pace. You were so high on the after effects of multiple earth shattering orgasms that you had hardly registered the intrusion. At this point you were just glassy eyed as your body took every ounce of pleasure Juices skilled hands, mouth and cock put on you.
***
An hour later the two of you were at his actual house after sneaking out of the back door at the clubhouse. Showered and in on of his hoodies you couldn't be more content as he tugged you closer to him in his bed.
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Picnic
Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
Day 20 from these April Prompts: Picnic
Summary: Just a biker picnic gone wrong.
Words: 1.3k words
A/N: First time writing juice and I decided to go a little more fluff heavy which I think made me stuggle with this a little more than I thought so I added in some angst at the end lol.
Warnings: Mentions of guns, bullets, shooting, blood, wounds, not too much though, but also flulff in the beginning hehe.
SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics
Normally the scene of hundreds of bikers in the park would turn heads but this was the one time a year where everyone in Charming accepted it. The annual Charming x Redwood fundraiser, food, raffles, contests, all to raise money for Charming schools and recreation.
The entire Redwood charter was there obviously, but the invite had extended out to multiple charters in the surrounding areas. That’s why the park had been packed with kuttes and bikes.
You had just laid down your picnic blanket and put out your bag full of snacks that you had bought from one of the concession stands that were set up. You pulled a book out of your bag and were about to sit down when you heard your name being called. Turning, you saw Gemma with her hands full making her way over to one of the raffle tables.
“I need you to help me set this up.” Gemma called over to you.
With a deep sigh that you tried to hide well you made your way over. The one ask, turned into many and before you knew it you were all over the little area of the park you were permitted to be on.
Just as you were setting up a table full of baked goods, you felt hands wrap around your waist. You jumped back out of reflex but you relaxed when you heard his laugh and you moved back into his arms.
“Hey, I’ve been lookin’ for you.” He squeezed you a little tighter before you turned around in his arms resting your hands on his kutte. “Where ya been?”
“I’ve been around, Gemma asked for my help setting up. I laid out some stuff over there,” You pointed to your blanket that was abandoned near one of the larger trees in the area.
“You wanna go chill for a bit? I miss you.” His voice was chipper.
It was true, between your job, the club, and just everyday life things, it had been a while since you just had a moment alone with your boyfriend.
“I wish I could but Gem’s got me setting this up and then I’m on kid duty.” Your head moved over your shoulder where the swingset was to point towards the group of kids who were running around frantically, climbing on things and making havoc.
Juice let out a laugh, his hands still wrapped around you.
“You two go, be in love.” Gemma’s voice alerted from the other side of the table as she placed down more sweets. “I got this and I’ll have one of the girls watch the kids.”
It was rare that Gemma offered compassion to anyone let alone you. Your brows frowned as you stared at her in question. “You sure?”
“Yea, I’m sure. Just wrap it up,” Her brows lifted and a smile crept up on her face, “we got enough gremlins runnin’ around right now, don’t need more.”
The comment earned a chuckle from both you and Juice. He grabbed your hand and led you over to the picnic blanket before Gemma could change her mind.
Juice made himself at home on the blanket without a second thought, using the tree as a backrest and patting next to him for you to join. Grabbing your book from your bag you plopped down on the blanket, using Juice’s lap as a headrest. His hand came and began to caress the top of your head, causing you to close your eyes for a minute and soak in the affection.
“Whatcha readin’?” Juice asked, looking down at the book that was now laying flat, open, and down on your chest.
“Nothing if you keep massaging my head like that.” You hummed still with your eyes closed.
Juice let out a chuckle and then his face went into confusion. “I’m not sure if that means I should stop or keep going.” His hand had stopped moving now, but it was still on the crown of your head.
You smiled while grabbing the hand on your head and bringing it to your lips to place a soft kiss to it before picking back up the book. “I got snacks over there, feel free to have at it.”
Before Juice was able to even think about grabbing a snack, his name was being called by the club.
“Juicey!” Chibbs’ accented raised voice alerted you both to look over at the group of guys who were in the middle of getting into something. The lot of them were laughing and drinking which made you realize it wasn’t something club related they needed him for, but maybe just as much you missed him they did too. Juice’s smile grew on his face even when he looked back at you.
“Go.” You rolled your eyes, if you wanted time with Juice you were going to have to plan it later, if he said no to them now, he’d just be called over later.
“Love you.” He pecked your cheek before getting up and jogging over to the guys, leaving you alone on the picnic blanket.
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You weren’t alone for much longer before you were dragged back over to the life of the party. At least it included the group of guys, you were able to get some time in with Juice even if it wasn’t just the two of you.
The group of you stood as you played some version of cornhole in the middle of the park, you had so many drinks that it had turned into some form of soccer and cornhole combined.
“Come on, Tiggy, toss it over.” You called out as Juice stood behind you blocking the cornhole board as Tig kicked the bean bag over with a laugh. Before the bean bag reached halfway over to you, there was a loud popping noise causing pretty much everyone around you to get alert. That was until the popping continued and it sounded almost like cracking. There wasn’t a chance for you to get a glimpse at what was happening because Juice was moving on top of you. His arm moved over your body and he pushed you to crouch down as he blocked you from the outside world.
Bullets. His actions made you realize you were being shot at. Some of the guys were quick to respond by shooting back while others were quick to protect the innocents around them. Juice being one to come to your protection without second thought. Your heartbeat rose as your body thumped against the ground, Juice’s body heat against your back being the only thing to bring you any sort of security or comfort until the shooting stopped.
“Holy shit, you alright?” He spoke directly to your ear as he was crouched around you.
“Yea, yea. I’m fine.” You were now standing up with him as he checked you over eagerly, not realizing your shoulder got clipped. “Next time, let’s just have a picnic by ourselves.” You joked while a part of you was being serious.
Juice’s eyes went wide as they zoned in on your shoulder that was leaking blood out of it slowly, nothing fatal but enough to be a cause for concern.
“Yea, good idea.” Juice quickly used his gloved hands to apply pressure to your wound which is when the reality of everything set in and the adrenaline wore off. Your face filled with worry and scrunched up in pain. His eyes met yours and while his expression was filled with worry too, it was also filled with determination.
“Hey, once we get this cleaned up, I’m takin’ you on the best fuckin’ picnic you ever had.”
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Happy Birthday Juan
Sons of Anarchy Masterlist
This is very short, but I hope everyone likes it. This is the fic for the poll a few months ago.
Contains: Fluff on fluff on fluff, very mild angst.
1.5K words
You make sure Juice has the best birthday ever.
You made sure to climb out of bed with the quiet of a church mouse, hoping last night's pre-birthday "gift" had tired Juice out enough that he would say asleep.
It must have worked because you managed to slip on your clothes and brush your teeth before heading out of the bedroom. Happy was already at the counter, having stayed the night after a nice dinner due to "bike troubles."
"I need a favor."
Happy offered you a soft smile, "I think I know what you're going to ask me little girl but go a head."
You smiled, "I have a plan for Juice's birthday, I need you to find some reason to stay the night tomorrow. I'd ask one of the others but they can't keep secrets for shit."
Happy chuckled, "I can do that, what are you planning?"
You went into detail, Happy nodding along, pausing to add his two cents now and then.
He was taking his head as you finished, "and how do you plan to keep him asleep for the first part of this?"
You gave Happy a look, "we're going to play Uno all night long, how the fuck do you think Hap? I spend a lot of money of some very fancy underwear and I'm going to put it to good use."
Happy was unfazed, "alright then, how about I tell the guys while you're busy with that, that way we don't have to do everything?"
You shoved his shoulder lovingly, "we make a great team."
Happy sighed, "yeah yeah, you've already roped me in, no need to butter me up more."
You started making breakfast while Happy called Chibs, making sure to be as quiet as you could so you didn't wake Juice. It took a little longer than usual, but Happy didn't take long on his phone call, so he helped. As you just placed the last egg on the plate, you heard the door open and Juice came out rubbing his face.
"Happy birthday dearest, I made you breakfast."
Juice smiled and walked over to you, pressing his lips to your cheek, "I am one lucky man." He sat down and tucked in while you put in the second part of your plan.
Chibs showed up a few minutes after Juice had finished breakfast with the tow truck for Happy's bike, doing his best to look sad. He sat at the table with a sigh and looked at Juice, "I'm sorry man, I know you were planning to spend your day with your girl, but we've had a rush of parts that need to be inventoried."
You made a sad face, "really, can't you call in someone else to do it?"
Chibs shook his head, "sorry lass, we need all hands on deck."
Juice sighed, "it's alright, we've had this happen before, I should be home by four."
You walked over and gave Juice a hug, glaring at Chibs as his smile widened as if to say, "don't blow this."
Juice walked away a little crestfallen and you moved on to stage three.
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Juice arrived at T-M to a small surprise, Chibs had led him to believe that there were wall-to-wall boxes, but the shipment wasn't much bigger than average. Jax walked over and gave me a hug, "sorry man, I knew you had plans today but we need to get this shit done."
Juice nodded, "it's fine, it won't take us long."
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"Wow, you're really going all out." Lyla looked over the ingredients on the counter with a smile on her face.
You smiled back, "I wanted to cook all his favourites, Happy's giving me updates, we have a few hours before he gets home." You picked up the sugar and butter, "I'll do the caramel if you tackle cake batter?"
She nodded, "done. What's after that?"
You thought for a moment, "I have to put the stew in the pressure cooker and make the mix for the pot stickers. This won't take long so I'm hoping we'll be done with most of the stuff in the next two hours."
Lyla smiled, "that sounds like a plan."
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Juice called you on his lunch break and you did your best to keep the noise down so he wouldn't catch on, "how's your day been handsome?"
You could hear his smile, "better now that I'm talking to you, they guys are trying to take it easy on me but I'm not sure when I'll be home."
BEEEEEEEEEEEP
Oh shit, the oven
"What was that dollface?"
You and Lyla shared a look, "I'm making myself some tuna toast, sorry about that."
There was a pause and you could hear the disappointment in his voice, "oh, but you'll stay on the phone until my break is done right?"
You felt your heart hurt, but you buried it, "of course, it will stay warm for ages. Have you gotten any gifts yet?"
You knew he hadn't, you have carefully hidden all his gifts from the guys in the spare room, "no, I don't think they got me anything, I didn't ask anyway."
You took a deep breath, it was taking everything not to blurt out the truth, "we'll see, maybe they'll give you something before you leave."
There was a shout in the background, his lunch break was done, "I gotta go, I'll see you later. Love you."
"Love you too Juicy."
He sounded a bit deflated when he hung up so you went back to work, you were going to make sure today was the best birthday he had ever had.
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Juice felt his mood drop as the day went on, by the time the guys started to leave his birthday really felt like any other day. He could tell his friends were trying, they let him have the first pick of the donuts, they didn't ask him to do as much as they normally would but it was still a disappointment, you had been telling him for weeks that you were going to make sure today was a good day.
To top it off, his partner at clear passages had called him just as he and Jax were locking up to tell him that something was wrong and that he needed to come by.
He called you just before he got on his bike, hoping that hearing your voice would give him the mood boost he needed to keep going, "hey dollface, I got bad news."
He could hear noise in the background but he figured it was just the TV, "oh no, what's wrong." You knew what was wrong, nothing, the Clear Passages "problem" was just a detour so everyone could be there by the time Juice got home.
"A bunch of money's been stolen at the weed shop, I'll probably be there till late tonight."
You did your best to sound sad, "I'm sorry Juicy, how about we take the weekend off to make up for all this? We can go to that little country house we love so much."
There was a pause and then his mood picked up, "I'd love that, I'll be home as soon as I can. Love you y/n."
"Love you too Juicy."
****
When Juice got to Clear Passages, he was surprised there were no police there. He ran up to his partner, who offered him a slightly embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, I miscounted then, in a panic, put half of the cash down and walked away, then I forgot where I had left it. False alarm."
Juice breathed a sigh of relief, "no worries man, I'm gonna head back home, it's been a long day."
His partner nodded, "sure, happy birthday Juice."
Juice waved his hand, "thanks."
****
You were lucky Juice pulled up to the house when he did because you didn't think you could hold it in any longer. You shooed back room and sat on the couch, doing your best to act natural as he opened the door, "you're home early, I thought something was wrong?"
Juice shot you a wide smile and opened his arms for a hug, "nah, nothing was wrong." You hugged him as hard as you could and he must have picked up on something because he pulled away and looked over your face, "what are you up to?"
Your eyes went wide, "nothing, nothing at all. Just don't go into the spare room whatever you do."
There was no signs of what was going on around that house and everyone had parked their cars and bikes in the backyard so Juice couldn't see them when he drove in. He brushed pasted you and placed his hand on the door to the spare room as you held back a smile.
He smirked at you and flung it open "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!"
There was a burst of streamers and Juice's face broke out into a grin, "I fucking knew it, I knew you were planning something." Everyone was there and the room was decked out with balloons and decorations, there was a table piled high with gifts and something off to the side that looked suspiciously like some had tried to wrap a motorbike.
You smiled and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I hope you didn't because this took weeks to plan but knowing these guys, they gave it away."
Juice captured you in a kiss and you leaned into it, placing you hand on the back of his head as he deepened it.
The crowd broke into a cheer and you separated from each other, "Happy birthday my love."
Fin
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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 starting re watching sons of anarchy prepare….
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Your babies: Juice ortiz x female reader
You're an interior designer. You're trying to work in your office when you can hear giggling you
left your office and slowly walked downstairs, and you secretly watched your husband Juice in the kitchen.
You had twin daughters, and your husband Juice was carrying both of them he was singing to the both of them with a big smile on his face,
Juice began spinning, which made them laugh even harder
Your babies were so in love with their father,
Juice was the best dad in the world,
He was patient,
Affectionate.
Playful.
And very protective,
One of your daughters noticed you and called your name ' Mama!''
You walked in the kitchen and then hugged your babies,
Your husband then kissed your cheek, '' i love you..''
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SOA Masterlist
Alexander 'Tig' Trager Masterlist
David Hale Masterlist
Filip 'Chibs' Telford Masterlist
Herman Kozik Masterlist
Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz Masterlist
Les Packer Masterlist
Nero Padilla Masterlist
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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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Two Worlds
Summary: How does Manny handle finding Juice in his sisters house. Sons/Mayans AU. 18+ Flashbacks/Time Jumps.
This was requested by @hatersaremymotivators using the prompts number 2. I'm not the right man for you and number 7. Stay away from my sister.
Neither man spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. "Go ahead and finish putting your shirt on." drawled Manny his face giving Juice no hint as to what he was thinking. Juice yanked his black tshirt down quickly and stepped to the table where the Mayan was sitting. "You must be Manny. Lupe has told me a lot about you" stated Juice as he extended his hand out to shake. "Odd she's not said a word about you" replied Manny as he leaned back in the chair letting his words fall between them like grenades.
Juice nodded as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Angel and the others had warned him about Manny. That he wouldn't approve of Lupe dating a Son. "Listen man. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Finding a random guy in your" started Juice trying to make light of the awarknedness. "I'mma cut you off. Facts are I never wanna see you in my sisters house, around my sister, say her name ever again after this moment" stated Manny as he leaned forward on his elbows his eyes never leaving Juices.
"Are you asking me to break up with your sister?" questioned Juice taken aback. "No I'm telling you. You two should never have been together in the first place. I get my sister being a bit naïve on the danger but you? Your a grown man who knows the darker side of the leather we wear. Sons and Mayans might have an alliance now but what about when that gets broken? Mayans and SONs will both want her dead." snapped Manny his voice tight and low with anger. Juice was shocked at the venom in Mannys voice and couldn't speak for a moment. "I would never let anyone hurt Lupe. Your sister" started to reassure Juice before Manny sighed and stood up. " Look, I've been told your a good dude and that you are treating Lupe like she deserves. I appreciate that but I want you to stay away from my sister. This will be our only talk on the matter." stated Manny as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I don't repeat myself either by the way" called Manny over his shoulder.
Four Months Prior
"The regal Guadalupe is gracing us mere peasants with her presence tonight boys" greeted Angel as he kicked EZ out of the chair for her. "Eres un niño"(you such a child) stated Lupe as she rolled her eyes at Angel. "I love when you call me names mami" purred Angel as he leaned in to her space. "¿No recuerdas qué pasó con el último hombre que entró en mi espacio personal? (Do you not remember what happened to the last man who got in my personal space?). replied Lupe as she patted his cheek as she smiled at him. "Sí. Lo enterré. (Yes. I buried him) answered Angel with a chuckle.
"You two are so weird" muttered Coco as he took a drag off his cigarette as Gilly nodded in agreement. "Says the man who pretended to be his daughters brother for most of her life and now wonders why she wont listen to him" snipped Lupe making Gilly and Angel laugh. "You know you could be nicer" replied Coco as he rolled his eyes. "I'm letting your kid live with me. How much nicer do you want me to be" replied Lupe with a raised brow. "I have a list" replied Coco with a smirk as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "On that note I'm going to get another beer" replied Angel as he stood up while Coco and Lupe bickered away.
A couple hours later a guy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head caught Lupes attention as he spoke to Bishop and a man named Chibs who was the President of the Sons. Lupe sipped her beer as she studied the well muscled man with a gorgeous smile. "I'll catch you guys later" stated Lupe as she stood up and made her way over to the bar where the men were now standing.
Juice had been casually scanning the crowd still not feeling quite at home in the Mayans clubhouse when a leggy brunette with curves he would love to travel stepped into his view. Juice felt his soul leave his body when there eyes met. He was so entranced in her aura that he didn't register she was speaking to him until he felt Chibs nudge him in the back.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" half fibbed Juice as he felt himself start to sweat as she cocked her head to the side. "I said, hi I'm Guadalupe but you can call me Lupe. " repeated the gorgeous woman in front of him as she let her eyes drift over him. He's even hotter up close Lupe thought to herself. "Juice" replied Juice as he stook out his hand to shake. The feel of her soft skin against his roughened made sparks fly as she laughed. "Something tells me your momma didn't carry you for months on end and endure birth to just name you Juice" joked Lupe as she smiled at him. Juice chuckled as he nodded. "Real name is Juan Carlos" he explained as he took a sip of his beer to calm his nerves. "Juan Carlos. I like the sound of that" purred Lupe as she put her hand on his forearm. "I like how you say it" replied Juice as he shot her a wink.
Next Morning Lupe's House
Lupe had just stepped into her kitchen, where Letty sat drinking coffee and eating breakfast ,when she heard her front door open and Angel call out. "To what do I owe this early morning visit?" inquired Lupe as she walked into the living room yawning. "Did you bed a Son last night after you ditched your friends?" inquired Angel with arms folded as he shot her s sly look. "Hmm, I dont' think I understand your question" replied Lupe as she put on her best poker face.
"I'd say you gave him that good shit cause he was up before me and made us both food before that old man with scars picked him up just so you know. So like keep that up cause he cooks better than you" inserted Letty as she joined Angel and Lupe in the living room. "Letty" grumbled Lupe as her face warmed and Angel dropped to the floor laughing. "What? You deserve to have your back" started Letty making Angel howl louder with laughter as Lupe cut her off. "Enough! Room now please" snapped Lupe as she closed her eyes. "That kid is great" stated Angel as he wiped tears from his eyes after a couple minutes. "If you must know. Yes and we are going out to dinner next weekend" sighed Lupe as she made her way back to the kitchen with Angel hot on her heels.
Present Day
The clubhouse door slamming open and an angry tirade of Spanish mixed in with English had every Mayan in silence. Lupes eyes were ablaze and her mascara streaked cheeks were a sight as she scanned the room for her brother . Manny sighed as he slid out of a chair and made his way to her. "I'm a grown ass woman!" snapped Lupe as she jabbed her finger into her brothers chest. "Hell yeah she is. Look at that grown woman body" shouted Angel as he tried to diffuse the situation. "How dare you tell Juice to break up with me. Have him telling me " I'm not the right man for you?" continued Lupe each jab getting harder as her temper flared. "He's not Lupe. Being in two worlds is " started Manny as he stepped back slightly as his chest ached. "Screw you" interrupted Lupe as she stepped back into his personal space.
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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.
SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics
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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A Roll in the Hay
Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V.
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"I could never be jealous of a potato, a potato can't do for you what I can."
"These new sheets are amazing, we should have done this so much sooner."
Juice laughed and slid into bed next to you, shaking his head as you slid your legs around, "they are very nice but we haven't broken them in yet."
You smiled, "there's no time like the present."
Juice rolled on top of you and pressed his lips to yours, the kiss soft and full of affection, "no, there's isn't. It's still early, we have plenty of time to enjoy our night too."
You sighed, "so you're in one of these moods are you?"
Juice kissed you again, deeper this time, "yep, I'm going to go get some snacks and water because I have big plans."
"How big?"
Juice got up with a grin, "huge."
Juice returned a few minutes later with his arms will, "I got all your favourites."
You smiled, "of course you did, can I thank you for being so thoughtful?"
He rushed to drop the food and water as you stood up and sauntered over to him. He smiled as you ran your hand down his bare chest, "how are you going to thank me?"
You bit your lower lip, "how do you think?"
Juice chuckled and reached out, taking the hem of your sleep shirt in his hand, "does it involve you on your knees?"
You nodded, "yep." You kissed his chest, Juice sighing as you licked his nipple. His hand found the back of your head as you kissed down his torso and over his abs, finally sinking down to the floor with a smile.
You traced the tip of your finger along the hem of his sweatpants, his cock beginning to grow hard inside the fabric. You yanked them down, boxers and all and it sprung free, Juice's head lulling to the side as you took the base in your hand and licked the tip. Juice's hand found your cheek and his fingers stroked your skin as you sucked his tip into your mouth, your moan making Juice grunt.
"I'm going to bring you snacks all the time, can I bring them to your office too?" You let out an mmhhhm and Juice's hips twitched, "you look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth."
You sucked him down further, jacking your hand while reaching up with the other, Juice meeting you by his hips to take your hand in his, his thumb pressing lovingly into the back of your hand. You moved your other hand from his hips and cupped his balls, lifting them closer to his body while Juice's hips started to buck.
Juice squeezed your hand rhythmically and his hips sped up but the courtesy tap to your cheek never came and then Juice was yanking you up, "hey I wasn't done."
Juice chalked, "we have all night, lay on the bed for me?"
You shook your head, "we do have all night and we both know you can go more than more round so why are you denying me?"
Juice kissed you "because it's fun." You sighed and did as he asked, getting comfortable while he followed behind you. He sat between your spread legs and tapped your hip before wrapping his fingers around the hem of your panties and waiting for you to lift your hips so he could remove them.
He threw them behind him and ran his hand from your ankle to your upper thigh then his lips followed the path his hand took seconds before. He lifted your legs over his shoulder and smiled at you, "may I?"
You smiled, "you may." He didn't waste any time diving in, his mouth licking you from entrance to clit. Juice moaned, and you reached down and placed your hands on his head to push him closer. Juice wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked as your hips bucked into his mouth.
His forearm moved across your body to hold you down as the other shoved your legs open further, then moved to your core, his fingers circling your entrance before he slid two fingers inside your and pressed his fingertips to your G-spot.
You whimpered and you could feel Juice smile against your skin, he pushed you down onto the bed as his fingers scissored you open and you fought the urge to dig your nails into his scalp so he'd hurry up, but Juice seemly wanted to take his time.
"Please, don't tease me just because you want to take you time." Juice's chuckle had you flying towards the edge and he pressed your G-spot hard as you fell over it. "Ah fuck." Juice brought you down slowly and then he was kissing your inner thigh with gentle affection.
"Is that better?"
You smiled, "yes, much better. Thank you." He smiled and kissed his way up your body, finally landing on your lips and cupping your face while he kissed you.
He hovered over your, slotting himself between your spread legs, "I feel like I should be the one thank you."
Your smile widened, "I know exactly how you can do that." You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in, Juice raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, that'll work." You giggled and rubbed his nose with yours, Juice's face filling with joy. You did your best to suppress your smile as you shifted your leg to the back of his knee, held him tight to your body and rolled over.
It was a little haphazard but Juice started to laugh, "you think that's going to work on me?" He didn't need as much strength to flip your positions, but he miscalculated and went over the side, taking you with him as you landed on him with an oomph.
There was a pause and he started to laugh, lifting his hand up to stroke your face as you pushed yourself up on his chest, "are you alright my love?"
He smiled, "I'm fine, I didn't fall far."
You shook your head, "shall we try that again?"
He bit his lip, "or I could just fuck you here and then we don't have to worry about the sheets."
You swallowed, desire filling your chest, "here is good." You dropped your head and kissed him, deep and slow. You reached down and grabbed his cock, running it up and down your slit before kissing him one last time and sliding down onto it. Juice's mouth fell open and you kissed his cheek, then his jaw and finally his lips as you started to move.
Juice placed his hands on your back, rubbing your skin as you sunk down on him over and over again. With a gentle smile he sat up, shifted your legs so you were in his lap and bucked his hips into you. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you into his chest. He buried his face in your neck and whispered praise into your skin.
"I love you so much y/n."
You pulled back and smiled at him, cupping his face for a kiss and he shoved his hand between you to rub your clit, "I love you too Juan."
Juice ground his hips and you rested your head on his shoulder as he took over. His fingers circled faster and you bit his shoulder as you clenched around him, "there you go, my good girl."
Juice kept thrusting, holding you tight as he followed you into bliss. You sighed and rolled off him, both you and Juice lying down on the floor next to each other, "we should get on the bed, this can't be good for our backs."
You sighed, "yeah, I think I have bruises." Juice stood up and took you with him. Bringing you to the bed but not before reaching across and grabbing the snacks he brought in before.
"Potato chips or chocolate?"
You took the bag of chips with a smile, "I love you so much."
Just after you opened it, he reached into the bag and stole one, "hey, that was mine."
He chuckled, "I swear you love potatoes more than me sometimes."
You huffed, "tomorrow we are going to that fancy place in Stockton and I'm buying you those fires deep fried in duck fat."
He smiled, "I'd rather just eat you."
You shook your head, "I'm pretty sure eating people meat is illegal."
He rolled his eyes with affection, "that's not what I meant and you know it."
"Yeah, I know. You're just funny when you're jealous."
Juice gasped in fake indignation, "I could never be jealous of a potato, a potato can't do for you what I can."
You leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose, "wait until you have the duck fat fries."
Fin
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: swears, reader is currently kidnapped, violence, mentions of blood, guns, cigarettes etc
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(I know this may be a small thing, but reader is always titled ‘Zo’ rather than ‘the girl.’ It’s a small detail that I included because the Sons have a lot of respect for Zo. She’s not some random girl, she’s their Zo.)
The air was crisp, and when the Scotsman spoke, it was as if fire was rising from the pit of his stomach, turning to smoke as he spoke.
“You sure about that lad?” Chibs said and almost like a call to war, the Sons whipped out their weapons and pointed them at the opposing men.
“Fuck,” one of the men grunted. You smiled, not being able to help it.
The crickets weren’t chirping any longer. Their breath held just like the men behind you.
These idiots had gotten in way over their heads. It’s what happens when a boy gets too big for his boots. Thinks he’s a gangster. Maybe the instigator grew up rich, maybe he idolised these types of men, or maybe this was retaliation. Whatever the reason, the Sons couldn’t give a fuck.
Plus, the one you attacked needed to be seen by a professional. And that definitely wasn’t in the agreement.
“Now, we want Zo, and you can have ye money,” Chibs continued on.
With the guns aimed at their heads, the four men didn’t seem as confident as they were mere seconds ago. Knowing that made you smile even more. You were once scared, but now … well now you were flooded with delight.
- ✦ -
Jax couldn’t keep his eyes from you. Even from afar, he was searching for any major wounds, and he nearly lurched forward when he saw the blood. The sight of you sprawled on the dirt ground, cuts and scratches covering your exposed body parts. Part of him crumbled inside. Must have been whatever was left of his heart.
“I said no injuries,” Jax’s eyes were ablaze.
“Oh – well, that happened before the call…and the majority of the blood isn’t hers.” The ‘leader’ said in an obvious fake-confident tone. He had rushed saying the last part. They knew just how fucked they were.
“What-“ Jax was going to press for more information, but he saw the ghost of a devilish smile on your face.
He smirked, already figuring it out. That’s my girl, he thought.
You caught his eye and winked.
Like fuck you couldn’t handle this life. He didn’t know you, or your backstory. Nor the horror you had endured. This? This was nothing. That other night? You realised that it hadn’t had affected you as badly as you thought. You could function, hell, right now you felt on top of the world.
But that was …
Fuck.
It was because of Jax.
He instilled so much confidence in you. Like you came alight whenever he was near. Not like twin flames, but like you were the air that flamed his fire. But you could also quell it. He could warm you, but … also burn you. He had burned you. And this was why you were in this mess.
Maybe he hadn’t realised just how much his words meant to you? He definitely didn’t know how long you had yearned for him. So his dismissal felt like the end of the world.
It was like he could read your face, the thoughts so clearly askew on your dirt-covered features.
He really meant something to you.
Jax felt a sharp pang in his chest, and he felt like… crying.
You deserved so much better. And he didn’t feel good enough. That he couldn’t provide anything that would satisfy you. Not completely.
- ✦ -
“Okay, okay,” your almost-lover lowered his weapon, motioning for his guys to do the same. They did so, albeit slowly.
“Up,” he whispered, that cologne had excited you only hours before, and now it disgusted every part of your body.
Grabbing you underneath the armpit, he roughly got you to your feet. You stumbled and he gripped you harder. That’s when you swung the rock sharply at his face.
“Fuck YOU!” You screamed. The anger boiling over. Like a pot on a stove unattended, the lid rattled and water sizzled.
“AH! FUCK!” He shrieked, dropping his gun entirely, and covering his dripping face.
Then shots rang out, loud and echoing.
But the man was still screaming, and you didn’t stop your attack. Bullets be damned, you were going to get your revenge no matter what. He wasn’t going to walk away from this unscathed.
You hadn’t waited for hours for nothing. You weren’t a damsel in distress. You were a viper lying in wait.
Your arm was brought up then down, up then down, over and over. Smashing the man’s face in.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” You screamed it over and over. Until his face was … no more.
“Zo, zo, Zoe!” Familiar hands were on you now. A familiar smell, warmth, voice.
It halted you. Someone had turned down the heat on the stove, until it was completely off. The water had stopped boiling, all that was left was a lidded pot with warm water.
You sagged in his arms.
“It’s okay,” Jax said, taking the bloodied rock from your hands. At some point you had started crying, the tears trailing clean lines down your dirtied face.
You let him pick you up and walk you to the other Sons. Turning your head, you realised that the sound of bullets were your men killing your captures.
And that meant … you were safe.
- ✦ -
The ride back was a blur.
Tig had wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, because as soon as you got in the car, you started shaking. Shock, the cold – whatever it was, they were worried.
“I-I’m fine,” you mumbled, but clutched at the scratchy blanket and hugged it closer around your body.
“Any longer out there and the cold would’ve killed her,” Juice said to Happy, whose nose flared in response.
The ride was silent, no one asked you any questions. You had changed the course of action with your decision to bludgeon someone to death.
No one batted an eye at it. The man deserved it. And a few prospects would be out there in a few hours to clean up the mess. She’s gonna be fine, Jax thought. His eyes were full of concern.
When they got back to the clubhouse, they all jumped out and helped you inside.
Like a watch dog, Happy didn’t leave your side. Chibs had started you a hot shower, a mug of tea and some buttered toast. (The only food the clubhouse has - Chucky hadn’t been grocery shopping yet).
Who knew bikers could be such mother hens?
- ✦ -
Chibs had run the shower in Jax’s room.
You halted in the doorway, and the blonde-haired beauty motioned for you to come in. You didn’t notice the mess, your head too fuzzy to think clearly. It wasn’t as messy as Jax’s bedroom at home. Chucky made sure to keep the rooms at the clubhouse at least somewhat presentable.
You didn’t see the near empty bottles that were scattered on the bathroom bench. Cologne, aftershave, simple things. He didn’t stay here often. The boys had a home, and that’s where Jax stayed.
The bathroom was steamy by the time you entered, and you sighed in relief at the warmth. The ensuite wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. A toilet, sink and shower with a window that so high up and small that no one could enter or exit nor see in.
Jax held your face in his hands but your eyes were glazed over and he knew you couldn’t do this yourself.
“I’m gonna help you okay? You tell me if you don’t want me to-“
You murmured a yes and that’s all he needed.
Undressing you, he tried not to look at your … private bits… and helped you into the shower. It was the perfect temperature; Chibs had made sure of it.
Letting the water soak your hair, he got the wash cloth and cleaned all the dirt and grime from your face, hands, and body. Jax was being so gentle, so soft.
His rings glinted on the bathroom countertop.
Using his own shampoo, he massaged it into your hair and made sure it didn’t get in your eyes. He made sure to wipe your hands. Dirt and blood covered them. By the time he was done, they looked normal.
You were silent as he cleaned, not caring how he saw you.
There was a part of you that was shocked at what you did. You had beaten a man. Was it you that killed him or a bullet? Maybe he was shot so you would never know. Once again the Sons looked out for you.
“I’m sorry this happened to you,” Jax’s voice was barely above a whisper. His hands worked as he spoke, rinsing you once again. You were washed a few times. You must have been covered in grime…or maybe he liked this. You liked this. You couldn’t deny it. The words weren’t coming out, but you knew what was going on.
Jax kept speaking. Pulling you out of whatever hole your mind was creating.
“You don’t deserve this Zo. This is what I meant. Why I left,” he turned off the faucet and wrapped the fresh towel around you. Surprisingly, it was clean.
“I handled it,” you mumbled, standing on the mat. Water dripped down your face, down your back, your neck.
Jax was shocked to hear you speak, as he returned with the mug and toast. He led you into the bedroom. Where clothes were laid out for you. A big black SOA shirt, boxers, and a jumper.
Jax placed the food and drink on the dresser and turned as you changed. Giving you some privacy.
“You did.” His words hit hard. So hard. They were validating.
“I did.”
When you were dressed, you sat on the bed and exhaustion hit you.
Jax moved the food closer to you, and you took a bite, a sip and that’s all you wanted. You moved up the bed and Jax helped so you could wriggle underneath.
You remembered your boys then, just as you got cosy.
“My dogs-“
“I’ll get one of the guys to check on ‘em. You just rest.”
You nodded your head in thanks.
He still had his big boots on, no white sneakers in sight. You thought maybe he would get a shower too, but he just laid on his back beside you. Unspeaking.
“Jax-“
“Just rest.”
- ✦ -
The morning light filtered through the curtains. But you didn’t stir. You slept, and no one was to wake you – Jax’s orders.
Even as the hours ticked by, he let you rest.
It wasn’t until 2pm that you woke. You started awake, unsure of where you were. But calmed instantly once you realised it was just the clubhouse. In Jax’s room… in Jax’s bed.
Your cheeks flushed when you realised that he had seen you naked. Flushed even more once you realised he had been so gentle.
Finding that your clothes were nowhere to be found (Chucky had put them in the wash), you tried to find … suitable … clothing. And trudged into the common room.
Everyone was there.
Even Gemma, Wendy and the boys. You blushed so much you could feel it in your legs.
“Afternoon,” someone called and you just nodded. You felt so lost, until you saw that familiar head of blonde hair. The anxiety eased.
“Hey, how you feelin’?” Jax had changed since last night. But he’d never left the clubhouse. Not wanting to leave you.
“Ugh, I feel…rested,” you replied, eyeing Wendy as she eyed you.
“That’s good,” his hand gently held your cheek and you sucked in a breath.
You looked up into his face and he stared straight back. Then his other hand went to your other cheek and swore the world stopped.
It was only you and Jax. You could feel it. Just the two of you.
And then his lips pressed against yours. Soft and gentle, exactly as he was last night.
There was a round of cheers, whistles and cat calls. But you couldn’t hear them, because no one but you and the Prince of Charming existed.
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A beautiful soul
Juice Ortiz x Reader
Summary: By the way his sad eyes looked at you, you knew he was lying. Something big was happening. Something awful. And even though he wasn't asking for your help, you couldn't help but feel that you had to do something.
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, attempted suicide, drug use.
Author´s note: I can't deny it. I love this man too much. And the one shot is a bit long, so it's going to be in two parts, but I hope u all enjoy it <3
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Since everything was clean and tidy, you had nothing else to do for the moment. You thought it could be a good time to put some music and take a beer, but a loud noise coming from the bathroom startled you. Probably that bath had seen horrible things, but it wasn’t one of that kind of noises. And you knew who was inside. He had caught your attention by passing so fast some minutes ago he didn’t even bother to say hello. You thought he could be in a hurry to use the toilet, but perhaps it was something worse. As you walked towards the bathroom door, you heard another thump.
“Juice? Are you good?”, you asked after knocking softly.
It took him a few seconds, but he ended up answering.
“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”
But he didn’t sound credible at all. You waited out there trying to identify what was going on inside, and even though you were aware that it might be a bad idea, you brought you hand to the handle, realising he hadn’t locked the door. So, slowly, you opened it. Once you made sure that the boy hadn’t his trousers down his knees, you raised your voice again.
“Hey. Are you feeling well, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I do”, he quickly answered. Juice instantly rubbed his face, but it wasn’t enough to hide his watery eyes. And he knew you had noticed it. “I’m okay. I promise. I just need…”
His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, so he shook his head and sat down on the toilet avoiding your gaze.
“I just need to be alone. Just close the door, please”, he added, but you didn’t do exactly what he was asking.
You did close the door, but with you inside the bath. And then, you took a sit on the floor, next to his feet, and put your hand up to his knee.
“Hey. Look at me, Juicy, please”, you asked him tenderly. It took him some seconds to calm himself down, but when he did it, you could see how sad he looked. “It isn’t good to be alone when you feel like shit. And even if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m a good company.”
“Okay. Thanks”, he muttered with a slight smile on his face that made him look even sadder. “I’m good. I just needed to breath.”
“So, do it with me. Breath.”
Juice closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out moments later.
“Good. Again”, you told him.
You spent some minutes like that. Juice was breathing while you were caressing his leg tenderly. And by the time he opened his eyes again, he actually seemed calmer.
“Better?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Why don’t you wash your face and come outside?”, you suggested him. “There isn’t much work on the garage, so we could have a beer.”
“I’d like that.”
You spent a few hours talking calmly in the counter bar. It was obvious that something was still troubling Juice, but he got better as time went on. You tried to carry on a light and funny conversation, feeling a warm sensation every time you got a smile from him. And when his brothers arrived at the clubhouse, they joined you.
You loved those guys more than anything. They were your family, all that you had. And the moments when you were in the clubhouse drinking and smoking all together were mostly the best part of the day. That meant they were still alive for another day, and it was all that mattered to you. Nevertheless, they had been busier than usual lately. Obviously, it was due to club business you weren’t allow to know, but after so many years with them, you were more than used to their laws. It was fine, anyway. You listened to whatever they wanted to tell you willingly and didn’t ask questions when they preferred to remain silent. You tried not to get overly involved, but there were occasions when you knew they needed you to intervene, even if they didn’t ask for your help. And, right now, Juice was one of those occasions.
“Do you want to go for a ride?”, you asked Juice while picking up the empty beer bottles. His brothers had already left except for Chibs and Bobby, who were finishing a cigarette before heading home too.
“There’s somewhere you need to go?”
“Not really”, you answered. “I just felt like a night ride.”
“Yeah. Okay”, he nodded. “I’m a bit tired, but it could be nice.”
“Great.”
“That’s how young people say they want to bang nowadays?”, you heard Bobby saying. Nor had he made any effort to lower his voice.
Chibs laughed, as well as Juice, while you two were already walking towards the door.
“You’d be dying to know, wouldn’t you, Bobby?”, you added before winking at him. “Drive home safe, old men.”
“We’ll do”, Chibs responded. “Hope you do too, darling.”
You got on Juice’s bike behind him and once he started, you gave him directions on which way to go. You get out Charming and drove for a little more before you told Juice to stop on a side of the road.
“Why have you brought me here?”, Juice asked as nothing remarkable was around you.
“It’s quiet. And the sky is beautiful without the city lights”, you told him. Juice just leaned on the bike next to you and looked up at the sky realizing that the shining stars were actually a great view. “When I’m not in the mood, I like to come here. Gives me peace”.
He understood what you were referring to, so he decided to just stare at the stars.
“Thanks”, he suddenly muttered. “Not for this. I mean, not only for this. This is really nice too, I promise, but I meant to what happened this afternoon. In the bathroom. And for not telling the boys.”
“I figured you wouldn’t want them to know.”
“You were right”, he nodded. “But you don’t have to worry about anything, Y/N. I’m good. Like, really good. I swear.”
Juice tried to sound credible, but you didn’t believe him at all.
“I still remember when you were a prospect. It was few after I started hanging up with the club”, you told him. “The boys were hard on you, as they always do with prospects, but you always had a wide smile on your face no matter what.”
As you said so, Juice couldn’t help but smile.
“That is. That smile”, you added. “You were so fucking adorable. You still are.”
“C’mon, shut up”, he said while tapping your shoulder with his gently. “You’re gonna make me blush.”
“But it’s the truth. You were so cute, but also a bit foolish. That one still after being patched”, you continued. “Do you remember the accident with Tig and the Doberman?”
“How could I forget? I could never forget it, as well as Tig”, he joked.
“It was a big mistake. Hilarious, but dangerous”, you assured him. “But still, the club loved you since day one. And they still love you so much. Even if they’re a bit mean sometimes, they’d do anything for you. You are one of them. You’re their brother. And if you ever need to talk to them, for whatever the reason is, they will listen to you.”
When you stopped looking at the sky to look at Juice, you noticed a few tears down his cheeks. He had started crying in silence at some point. And you felt your heart breaking at the sight of it.
“Come here, baby.”
When you hugged him, Juice returned the embrace needily. You felt his arms around your body tightly, and since he had his head hidden in your neck, his tears were wetting your skin. His cry was almost frantic, so you did your best caressing his nape and his back.
“It’s okay, Juicy. Let it all out. Everything’s going to be alright.”
*
“Do you want some coffee?”, you asked Chibs the moment he crossed the workshop’s door.
“Please”, he answered, so you served him a cup of warm coffee. “Thanks, love.”
“How’s your day going?”
“Good. Quiet”, he said. “Yours?”
“Quiet, too.”
“That’s good”.
Chibs took a cigarette and offered one to you. It might seem a bit boring to have a day like that, but it was on the contrary. Those days were great because you didn’t have to worry at all about if the boys would come back home safe and sound. And those days weren’t too usual.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“About what?”, Chibs answered, frowned.
“Juice.”
“I don’t want to talk about the kid’s sex life.”
“It’s not like that, asshole”, you told him while trying to hold back a smile. “What I was going to ask was if you had noticed something strange with Juice.”
“Strange?”
“Yeah. Like, I dunno, weird.”
“I’m not following you, lass.”
You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly released the smoke. You knew you shouldn’t be having this conversation, but you needed to. You just had to try to be subtle.
“I saw him a bit blue yesterday. That’s all.”
Chibs kept his frown for a few seconds more before shrugging his shoulders and taking a sip of his coffee.
“It may be just club’s business. You know how the kiddo is. Sometimes he’s too sensitive for his own good. But he’ll get over it”, the Scottish briefly explained to you. It was a pity that you were sure that what was happening to Juice was more serious than that. “Anyway, I saw him well last night. You should be near him more often. You really do good to him.”
“Are you talking about me, brother?”, Tig’s voice interrupted your conversation. “Because Y/N really does so much good to me. Mainly if she’s naked on my bed. That’s so fucking good.”
“That only happens in your dreams, Tiggy.”
“I know. And those are my best dreams.”
Unlike most croweaters, you hadn’t slept with each and every one of the Sons. You had hooked up with some members from other charters as Happy, and also a few times with Chibs, but it was years ago, and you just did it because you really felt like it. But you had already seen them too many times passed out, throwing up or even bleeding to death, so it was different now. And you cared too much about them to be thinking about meaningless sex.
“We were talking about Juice”, Chibs told him.
“Yeah? And you know where that fucker is?”, Tig asked. “He has not turned up at his workplace. I mean, business’ workplace. And he should be here to do his shift at the garage, but it looks like he’s going to skip that too.”
Chibs’ eyes were on you, and consequently Tig’s too.
“I don’t know where he is”, you answered without even needing to be asked. “Last time I saw him was when he drove me home yesterday.”
“Maybe he’s sick”, Chibs suggested. But by the way he looked at you, you knew he was thinking about your previous conversation. It was strange that he didn’t show up all day without a single explanation. “You should go and check on him.”
“I have to do some shopping for the clubhouse, but I can drop by his house in the evening.”
“Good. Need some help?”
“Nah. I’ve got it.”
“When are you gonna come to my place and check on me?”, Tig asked, as whenever he had the opportunity to suggest anything sexual.
“Keep dreaming, Tiggy.”
*
It was already dark when you were knocking on Juice’s door. He didn’t answer, but you knew he was in there because there was light. You knocked harder and still nothing, so you started to worry. Maybe Chibs was right and he was sick, like very sick. Or maybe it was his other problems for which he had been crying on your shoulder for at least twenty minutes last night. Luckily, the door was unlocked when you tried to open it. Unfortunately, what you found inside gave you the chills.
In the living room, on the coffee table, there was an empty pill bag. There were only two left. And Juice was lying on the sofa apparently unconscious.
“Fuck”, you barely mumbled before running to the sofa.
You tapped his face repeatedly while calling out his name. Having no result, you shook his chest insistently.
“For fuck’s shake, c’mon Juice. You can’t do this to me!”
When a kind of sound, which formed no words and made no sense, escaped from his mouth, you felt hardly relieved. He was still there, but the situation looked pretty bad. Without any other option, you turned him on his side and stuck two fingers on his throat. Moments later, he threw up.
“That’s it, babe. That’s good”, you encouraged him while keeping your fingers on his mouth. You continued like that until you thought all the pills were out of his stomach. Only then, you allowed him to lay on the sofa again. “C’mon Juice. You have to talk to me.”
He was barely opening his eyes and trying to mutter something, but you couldn’t understand a single world. As a few more seconds passed, he slightly started recovering his conscious.
“Good. I’m good”, he finally said.
“Of course you are, baby. You’ll be good”, you answered him. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay? C’mon, we have to get you up.”
You put one of his arms around your shoulders and made an effort to pull you both to your feet. He wasn’t helping at all, but you couldn’t let the two of you fall. So, slowly and making sure of every step before you took it, you made your way towards the bathroom.
“How are you so damn heavy?”, you asked more to yourself than to him. At least, his legs worked well enough that you didn’t have to drag him all the way down.
Once you reached the bathroom, you sat him down on the toilet making sure he didn’t fall forward. The best thing to do would be to put him directly in the shower, but it could be dangerous as you couldn’t handle him easily, so he could slip and fall. Instead, you opened the tap to wet his face, his head, and his nape with your own hands. His t-shirt was stained with vomit, so you took it off too. The cool water seemed to work to wake him up a little more.
“I’m good”, he repeated. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise. Just stay with me, okay?”, you asked him while cradling his face in an attempt to get him to look at you. “Have you taken anything else? Other drugs? Booze?”
“Don’t know. Beers. Pills.”
Although he was much better than a few minutes before, he slurred the words, and you weren’t sure if he really knew it was you with him. Tomorrow morning, he would probably remember little or nothing at all.
“Why did you do that? You wanted to overdose? Was it an accident?”
“Was sad. And scared”, he muttered. “They won’t forgive me. He’s black. And he won’t stop pushing me.”
As you noticed he was starting to cry, you rushed to end the conversation.
“It’s alright, baby, don’t talk more”, you asked him softly. “You need to sleep, okay? And tomorrow you’ll be better. I promise you.”
With his arm around your shoulders again, you left the bathroom to go to what you thought was his bedroom and carefully laid him down on the bed. Then you took off his boots and, after a few more seconds of thought, his trousers too. It was just for his own comfort, and he didn’t complain at all.
“I thought the first time I saw you like that would be under different circumstances”, you muttered before covering him with the sheets. By then, he was almost asleep. However, you still had things to do.
Juice had scared you to death, but you were glad he was better now. You washed your face and put your hair in a bun before going back to the living room. There was vomit on the floor and on the sofa, which had to be cleaned up. It was awful and the smell was disgusting, but it was what you had to do.
Almost half an hour later, when all was done, you went back to Juice’s dorm once again to make sure he was well. Seeing him sleeping peacefully made you smile. You didn’t want to leave the house in case he needed anything else, but it felt wrong to lay on the bed next to him without being invited to. You finally decided to sit down on the floor next to the bed. After making yourself as comfortable as possible in that position, you took your eyes to him and caressed his arm tenderly. If you were lucky enough, you could fall asleep for a few hours.
*
When Juice appeared in the kitchen the next morning, you were already there making breakfast.
“Good morning”, he said, shyly.
“Good morning”, you answered. “How are you feeling?”
“My head aches.”
“You have an aspirin on the table. Next to the coffee”, you told him. He took a sit on the chair and seconds later you put a plate of scramble eggs in front of him. “You should eat something.”
He did as you said after taking the pill with a sip of coffee. And with another cup of coffee, you sat down next to him.
“Do you remember something about last night?”
“Something”, he muttered. “I just knew you were here because I saw your shirt on my bedroom.”
“I had puke on mine, so I took one of yours from your closet. Sorry for opening it without permission.”
“It’s fine.”
“We should talk.”
“Can you first tell me what happened?”
“You OD’d”, you answered. “I found you unconscious on the sofa. Made you throw up, cleaned you, and took you to bed.”
“Did I… Did I say anything?”
“Something. That’s why we should talk”, you nodded, but Juice didn’t seem very convinced. “You OD’d on purpose, Juice. You fucking scared me to death. I need to know what’s happening.”
“I don’t…”
“You can trust in me”, you interrupted him, putting your hand over his kindly. “Please, Juice. Trust in me.”
“But you can’t tell the club. Under no circumstances.”
“I won’t. I swear.”
It took him a couple of minutes and a few sighs, but he finally got up the courage to speak.
“The sheriff has found something in my profile. He’s threatening me with it”, he confessed.
“What it is?”
“My dad. He’s black”, he said, making a great effort not to burst into tears. “If the club find out about this, I’m out. Blacks are not allowed in the Sons. And I can’t lose them. They are everything I have. The kutt is all I have.”
Now, the three sentences he had said last night before almost start crying had sense.
“But you didn’t know he was black.”
“They won’t care. The truth is what it is, and I can’t let them know it.”
“Have you told anything to him?”
“Whom?”
“The sheriff.”
“No. Not yet”, Juice answered.
“Have you done anything for him?”, you asked him.
“No”, he denied. “He arrested me yesterday. He’s been pushing me so fucking hard. When he finally let me go, I came here, and I couldn’t… I didn’t know what to do. Just wanted everything to stop.”
You pressed the bridge of your nose for a few moments as you tried to ignore the pain in your heart. It was a fucked-up situation, but you couldn’t let the emotions out. It wasn’t the right moment.
“I’m gonna think about it, okay?”, you assured him while taking his hands with yours tightly. “But you can’t tell the sheriff shit, you hear me? Don’t tell him anything. No matter how hard he pushes you, you keep your mouth shut. You have to hold on a little longer.”
Juice pursed his lips but ended up nodding anyway.
“Okay. I’ll do it. I can do it.”
“Of course you can. I know you can.”
“I don’t know how to thank you for everything you are doing for me, Y/N”, he sadly said. “I’m full of shit and you shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Just don’t OD again. That’ll be enough”, you told him with a slight smile.
“I can do it too. For you.”
Juice finished his breakfast before going to take a shower. And barely forty minutes later, you both went to the TM. As soon as Juice parked the bike, all eyes were on you. You had agreed that, if they asked, Juice would tell them that he was very sick to his stomach. You would tell that you had gone to his house to check on him and spent the night there due to his illness. And after that conversation with his brothers, not without first scolding Juice for not telling them yesterday what was wrong with him, everything went back to normal.
You were all day around the clubhouse and the workshop as always, but your head was somewhere else. Juice could break down at any moment, so you have to find a solution as soon as possible. Things could get very ugly if Juice talked to the sheriff.
In the afternoon, some boys were in the garage while others had gone to do some club’s shit, including Juice. When you approached Chibs and asked him to talk in private, he frowned, but followed you anyway to one of the dorms.
“You know that I love you all so fucking much, right?”, you asked him.
“Of course I know, darling.”
“And you know that I only want what’s best for the club, right?”
“What’s going on?”
You had sworn hours before that you wouldn’t do exactly what you were going to do right now, but you couldn’t do anything else. You hadn’t more time to think and it was the only thing that could work. With each passing day, the danger of Juice doing something he shouldn't was growing.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it’s all I can do.”, you told him. “Just, please, listen to me.”
“Whatever it is, speak up”, he said. Chibs hated to beat around the bush.
“Okay. Here we go”, you sighed.
*
When Juice arrived at the clubhouse, he had hardly stopped his bike when Chibs told him to accompany him to the garage. Juice had a small, carefree smile on his face, but as soon as he saw you waiting in the garage too, it faded slowly. Chibs went in after Juice and pulled the shutter. The door that connected the workshop with the clubhouse was already closed.
Juice gave you an accusatory, hurt look, as he already knew that you had betrayed him. You heart ached, but you remained impassive.
“So, you have been talking to the sheriff. Talking about your black daddy”, Chibs remarked deadly serious after standing in front of Juice, who immediately looked at you again. “No, don’t look at her. I’m the one who’s talking to you.”
“I didn’t…”, Juice tried to speak, but Chibs didn’t give him the opportunity.
“Shut the fuck up”, he ordered, and Juice obeyed. “You overdosed yourself last night as a coward because the sheriff was threatening you. Probably with ratting us out.”
You noticed Juice’s eyes watery, and you felt the urge to intervene, but you couldn’t. Chibs had allowed you to stay on the condition that you did not interrupt him while he was speaking.
“I’m sorry”, Juice mumbled. “I’m so sorry, brother.”
“What does your paperwork say?”, Chibs asked him, but Juice just shook his head without understanding the question. “Your birth certificate. Under race. What box is checked.”
Juice frowned and cleaned the tear that had escaped down his cheek with the back of his hand.
“Hispanic.”
“So, that’s what you are”, Chibs said. “Half of us don’t know who the hell our fathers are. The paperwork is the only thing that counts.”
As Juice opened his eyes in realization, more tears fell from his eyes. He was smiling but also crying. He looked so happy and so sad at the same time.
“You really tried to OD yourself for this”, Chibs muttered as if still finding it hard to believe.
“I haven’t told him anything. I swear.”
“I know, brother. I know”, Chibs nodded. “And next time you see the sheriff, you tell him he can go and suck your daddy’s big black cock.”
Listening to Juice laughing was almost healing for you after everything had happened. Chibs wanted to scare the kid a bit because he couldn’t be trying to kill himself every time a pig threatened him, but he wanted as much as you to help Juice and make sure he was well.
“He can’t do a goddamn thing against you with that, yeah?”
“Yeah”, Juice answered after sniffling.
The moment Chibs pulled him in for a hug, Juice reciprocated without hesitation. He wasn’t crying anymore, but it was obvious that he needed such a gesture of affection from his brother. And you knew you could rely on Chibs for this. Your intuition had been right in believing that talking to the Scottish would be the right thing to do, but nothing would change the fact that you had betrayed Juice. He had trusted on you to tell you his deepest secret and you had failed to him. And knowing that you couldn’t bear it if Juice threw it in your face after finishing his conversation with Chibs, you decided to cross the door and leave in silence.
Part 2→
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