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drakoneve · 7 months

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Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 month

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Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

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

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

Word Count: 1466 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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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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j0hnny-d3pp · 5 months

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Would anyone be interested in reading a fanfiction that I want to write? It will be a Sons of Anarchy story. If so, please like or reblog. :) 18+ years old only, please!

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 11 months

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This I Promise You

Pairing: Juice Ortiz x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Comfort

Word count: 1,608

Summary: Patching up your injured boyfriend turns into making a big decision.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cuts, bruises and scratches, mentions of blood but nothing graphic

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It was late at night, close to two in the morning, when Juice finally arrived home. He tried being as quiet as he could, given you would be fast asleep in the bedroom that was a short distance from the front door. Cuts and bruises littered his arms, hands, and a few scratches resided on his cheeks.

The ride out to Stockton was rough. The MC ended up getting some cops on their tail as they rode into Stockton on top of that they had gotten ambushed by the MC they were supposed to meet to reach an agreement on the issue at hand and to discuss future steps toward working together. All members of Samcro had gotten their share of cuts, scratches, and bruises from the brawl.

As Juice attempted to make his way silently into the bathroom to clean himself up and bandage a particularly deep cut, he did his best to keep his groans to a minimum but you were still awake in the bedroom. All you could do was toss and turn as you waited for you man to come home to you. You were never able to sleep well, if at all, without him next to you.

In the bathroom, Juice rummaged through the medicine cabinet in search of the first aid kit. A few medicine bottles and antibiotic creams tumbled to the floor as he pulled out the small kit. “Shit!” He frustratedly whispered as the few medications hit the tile floor, clattering and rattling upon impact. In the quiet house the sound seemed to be magnified times ten. He just knew he had woken you up. How could he not with all that commotion?

As you laid in bed, you kept thinking you heard something so you grabbed your gun out of the top drawer of the bedside table and hopped out of bed to investigate. You hoped it was Juice but if not, you weren’t afraid to shoot. You heard the clattering of things falling to the floor in your bathroom so naturally you made your way to the door. You cautiously peaked your head around the doorway and let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the love of your life. “Oh thank God!” Your hand rested on your chest where your heart resided.

Juice spun around hearing you speak. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be loud.” He watched as you looked him over. He hoped you wouldn’t see the nasty slash on his side. The guy he was fighting with during the ambush managed to whip out a switchblade and ended up making contact with Juice’s side. He didn’t think it was that bad at the time thanks to all the adrenaline but on his way home, the gnash as stinging and painful and still bleeding. His bloodstain soaked shirt proved it. He had contemplated on pulling over and calling Chibs to slap a bandage on it but he decided not to. He wanted to get home to you asap.

Your eyes roamed his bloody and battered body, taking in each cut, each bruise, and each scratch. Your eyes landed on his side, the blood appeared to still be fresh and deep. You hoped it wouldn’t require a trip to see Tara this late at night. You wondered if the others were in the same rough shape. “You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.” You insisted, reaching for the first aid kit from his hands. You didn't have the skills Tara or Chibs had but you knew enough from watching the two and doing a little bit of research to understand what to do.

Juice knew you were a good care taker, a good nurse — in more ways than one. Honestly he would rather have you taking care of him more than than one else. You always knew what he needed before he did and how to get him to cooperate when it came to something he wasn’t particularly fond of. Juice passed you the kit and propped himself up against the bathroom sink. “Be gentle. It really hurts.” He practically pleads with you. Juice knows the last thing you want to do is hurt him more and that you’ve always been gentle with him but he still wants you to know just how painful the wound is for him.

“Always baby.” You lean up and gently kiss his forehead. It’s one kiss that always comforts him whenever he’s hurt or nervous or upset. It’s the one kiss you give him every morning and every night when he’s home, even when you’re at the clubhouse or TM. You remember how embarrassed he used to get when his brothers would see you kiss his forehead but now he doesn’t care anymore. You mean more to him than anything and anyone in the world.

You opted against having him try to remove his shirt knowing it would cause him more pain so you grab some scissors and cut it down the middle. Any other time Juice would protest but at this point he just wanted to be cleaned up and the pain to ease by any means necessary. You gingerly peel his shirt away from the bloodied skin. Damn. This was nasty. Nastier than you expected. You sucked in a breath. Here we go. You grabbed a clean wash cloth from the closet and wet it, beginning to lightly wash off the blood. Juice groaned and hissed as you worked. “I’m sorry lovely. I’m trying to be gentle.” You glanced up at Juice’s face and saw how hard he was trying to be still and let you bandage him. You had to be quick but efficient. Before too long the gnash was as clean as you could get it. “Almost done sweetie.” You promised, hands digging through the first aid kit. “Did I ever tell you what I wanted to be when I was a kid?” You thought getting his mind off you patching him up would help pass the time.

“No, I don’t-” He sucked in a breath as you applied antibiotic cream to the wound. You knew it had to sting and burn. When Juice finally exhaled, he continued his sentence, “think you have.”

“I wanted to be a florist, have my own little shop and maybe sell some little trinkets and balloons and cards. Be a one stop shop for gifts for special occasions or those just because moments, you know? I know it’s silly but that’s what I wanted. I always loved flowers — the way they smell, all the different colors and types, the way you can make so many beautiful combinations of different types of flowers, and how much they make people smile when receiving them.” You shrugged. Gently placing the bandage on the wound, you glance up at Juice to see how he’s holding up only to find him already looking at you, love and admiration evident in his eyes. “What?” You embarrassingly chuckled.

“That’s not silly, being a florist. You’ve got a gorgeous garden in the backyard so why not do it? I knew that was your passion from the first time I gave you a carnation, remember? It was all I could afford. I was terrified you’d be disappointed it wasn’t a fancy bouquet and hate it, never want to see me again. But I’ll never forget how your eyes lit up and the biggest, most gorgeous smile grew on your face. You have no idea how relieved I was.” Juice confessed, recalling the memory of picking you up for that first date. It wasn’t some magical fairy tale date but it was nice. You both made the best of you had and ended up having fun despite Juice being called away for a club meeting.

You cautiously patted the edges of the bandage onto his skin to stick. You were blushing at the memory. “I remember that like it was yesterday. You looked so handsome, made sure I was safe and comfortable on your bike.”

“You should do it. Charming could use a good florist, someone passionate and caring to help make someone’s day better.” Juice encouraged. He genuinely wanted you to do this. There were plenty of vacant spaces in town that would be perfect. You always supported him so now it was his turn to support you.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just a little daydream these days.” You waved you hand in dismissal.

“Then make it a reality. I’ll help you with it. It’s only fair, you help out with Clear Passages. The club will help too.” Juice offered. He could see the hesitation and worry in your eyes. Starting your own business is scary and he gets that but Juice was going to do everything he possibly could to make sure you succeeded.

After thinking about it and seeing the look of encouragement on Juice’s face, you finally caved. “Okay, okay! I’ll do it, let’s do it!” You never dreamed that you would make this decision at almost three in the morning after bandaging up your boyfriend but here you are. “Wait. What about the money? It’s going to take a lot of money to get this idea off the ground.” You started to panic. You didn’t have that kind of money and neither did Juice.

“You let me worry about that, sweetheart. I promise you’ll have the best and most successful florist shop Charming has ever seen.” Juice wasn’t sure at the moment where he’d get the money but if he had to pull extra shifts at TM and do extra runs for the club, he would just to see your dream come true.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Catching the Red-Eye

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: I just saw a funny post that gave me a fic idea: Friend says “Our flight is at 3am so we could go drinking and then straight to the airport.” Y/N: “Sound like a great idea!” Narrator: “It was not a great idea.” Can I request a Juice x reader where she & her gf (maybe Tara or someone?) are coming back from a girls trip and Juice(&Jax or whoever) have to deal w/ whatever state they find their girls in? 😂😂

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I started a draft for this months ago when you first sent it in and then my computer deleted it. But I got back to it tonight because apparently my muse is only awake between 11pm and 1am these days 😂 I did tweak a couple little things from the original request but the idea of writing reader an Tara as friends just made my heart way too happy. I love them so much and I hope they have many adventures together going forward. I've missed writing slice of life stuff like this. 🥰 (Also I can't lie this made me want to write more fic for Jax and Tara. It's such a small glimpse of them here but god I mourn the missed opportunities of them just having normal relationship moments man idkidk)

A/N 2: My requests are closed this is an old one that's been sitting in my inbox for literal months. Unedited and unbetad as always lmao

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It was the first time that you’d ever actually been drunk on a plane. For all the times you heard people talk about airport bars, and all the times that flight attendants had offered you cocktails, you had never really thought much about it. You were always on the go through the airport, always had a book or something to keep you company on the flights. You had never even been buzzed near a plane, let alone drunk and on one.

Apparently the missing ingredient had been traveling with Tara. You had no idea what you had been missing out on until you had it. All because of a trip for a hospital conference. The two of you had spent the better part of your week sitting through lectures and seminars. Sure, the information was interesting, and sure, you were both thankful for the opportunity. But after an entire week in a swanky resort it felt like the two of you had nothing to show for it.

Then to top it all off, your flight got delayed. So you and Tara were stuck at the airport with a few extra hours to kill. It wasn’t long enough to justify leaving just to have to go back through security, but it was too long to just sit there doing nothing. You had no interest in the book in your backpack, and the way that Tara was looking around the airport had you thinking she was in the same predicament.

Then she turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised and a little bit of a glint in her eyes. “You know,” she leaned on the armrest between your two chairs at the terminal, “since our flight isn’t until three now, we could just…” she shrugged casually, “hit one of the bars here and head straight to our flight afterwards.”

You chuckled, trying to gage just how serious she was. “R-really?”

She shrugged, “Why not? The plane has a designated driver. Plus,” she stood up from her seat, “I think we deserve something besides pamphlets and lecture notes for the week we’ve had.” She held her hand out for you to take. “Come on. Closest bar is just a few gates down.”

Despite knowing that it was most likely going to end in a hangover on a plane, you slapped your hand into hers and let her pull you up from your seat and down the hallway. The amount of laughter erupting from the two of you were the sure sign of an impending good time.

It was such a good time, in fact, that it was a just before midnight when your phone started buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see who was calling at such a late hour. You half-stifled a giggle as you showed Tara the name flashing across your screen.

“I forgot to tell him the flight got delayed.”

Her eyes widened as she laughed, taking a sip of her drink before saying, “Oh. When you tell him, make sure he tells Jax.” She let out another laugh. “I forgot to tell him, too.”

You were laughing as you answered the phone. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” Juice had been confused the second he dialed your number, but the drunken lilt to your voice only made him more confused. “Are you good? We're at the airport and—”

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” you asked, still giggling.

“He better not!” Tara chimed in with a laugh before ordering the two of you another round of drinks.

Juice couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that Tara was also drunk. After getting it together, he said, “I promise I won’t get mad. What’s up?”

“Our flight got delayed.” You laughed. “Until 3AM. We aren’t,” you took a sip of the drink that Tara handed you, “we aren’t gonna be home until morning.”

Juice sighed but he wasn’t mad. All the shit that you went through because of him being in the club, all the changed and canceled plans for a myriad of reasons, you more than earned this one. Tara too.

“You’re mad,” you said.

He laughed. “I’m not mad. Just, you know, don’t get carried away and miss your flight.”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “We won’t.”

“Text me later with an ETA?”

“As soon as we board the plane.”

“Alright. I love you.”

You were beaming. “I love you too.” He was halfway through saying goodbye when you remembered, “Oh! Shit. Make sure you tell Jax! Tara forgot too.”

Juice laughed. “Yea, I think he might have figured it out by now.”

You heard Jax's muffled hello on the other end of the line, laughing before finally getting around to saying one more I love you to Juice and saying goodbye.

The rest of the night into the tiny hours of the morning flew by in a bit of a blur. There was a lot of laughing, a lot of drinks. If your memory served right there were a decent number of them that you and Tara didn’t have to pay for yourselves which always seemed to make a drink taste better. It was a great time, and despite the amount of alcohol in your systems you still made it to your flight on time. You even remembered to update Juice.

The two of you managed to get your laughter somewhat under control for the sake of the other passengers on the plane. You didn’t want to keep them up with fits of giggles so you dialed it down. It didn’t take long for Tara to drift off to sleep, but you knew that wasn’t going to be happening for you until you home and in your own bed. And, with any luck, curled up with Juice.

Not sleeping had the unique upside of allowing you to nurse another drink or two on the flight. Just enough to keep you buzzed, to stop you from getting slammed with a brutal hangover. You kept yourself perfectly amused on the relatively short flight home. A few hours on a plane seemed to go by faster than in the car. Being able to watch the sun come up while still having a buzz certainly didn’t hurt.

Tara woke with a groan when you nudged her shoulder after the plane landed. She shook her head at you, not opening her eyes all the way as she felt around on the floor for her purse. “This is why I don’t drink,” she grumbled.

You laughed as you stood up, slipping your backpack on your shoulders. “No, you don’t drink because we always have to be grownups.”

“If we’re both grownups, why am I the only one who’s dying?” she asked as she reached over and snatched your sunglasses off the top of your head and put them on.

“I stayed up,” you laughed as you walked through the airport towards baggage claim, “and I stayed drunk.”

She had to laugh at that. “Smart. I’ll have to remember that next time.”

“Next time?” you said with a grin as you pulled your suitcase and then hers from the carousel. “Hell yea.”

When the two of you stepped outside, Tara immediately let out another groan at the bright morning sunlight. You couldn’t help your laughter as you continued walking, looking for either your car or Tara's. She followed along behind you, trusting you to do the real scouting on her behalf.

It wasn’t long until you saw both Jax and Juice standing on the sidewalk, leaning back against the side your car. You waved to get their attention, picking up your pace, not caring about the suitcase rolling and bouncing along behind you. The second you were close enough, you let go of the suitcase and ditched it on the sidewalk in favor of running up and hugging Juice. You hopped up, wrapping both your arms and legs around him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

He laughed, the impact of your jump making him stumble a step but he still caught and held onto you. He hooked his arms underneath you, holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, holding you tight for a moment before you let your feet hit the ground again. Pulling back, you kissed him hard on the lips, leaving the both of you breathless and somehow still laughing.

“I missed you too,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned into it as you cupped his face in your hands. “The trip was good, then?”

“It was great!” you beamed. “Missed you, though.”

“Looks like you two did just fine without us.” He paused, looking over at Tara who was leaning into Jax as he chuckled at her hungover state. “Well, one of you did just fine.”

Jax kissed the side of Tara's head. “Rough trip, babe?”

She shook her head. “The trip was great. I’m still dying, though.” She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. “Take me home so I can die in peace.”

He laughed. “Is this how I am when I’m hungover?”

“You’re worse,” all three of you replied in unison, laughing when you realized.

Jax rolled his eyes but he was laughing too as he picked up both your suitcase and Tara's to toss them into the trunk of your car. “Let’s get you party animals home.”

You immediately ran towards the front of the car. “I call shotgun!”

You were comfortably slouched in your seat with your feet on the dash before Jax and Tara finished settling themselves in the back seat. Jax had his arm draped around her shoulders, keeping her tucked snug against his side as she got ready to lightly doze for the duration of the ride home.

Juice reached over, resting his hand on your thigh as he drove. You interlocked your fingers with his, watching the scenery through the windshield and the passenger window.

Juice squeezed your hand. “How the hell are you not, you know, super fucking hungover?”

You were too busy laughing to answer the question, so Tara piped up from the back seat for you. “Hair of the dog,” she mumbled.

You laughed as you nodded. “Something like that. I just didn’t let myself sober up all the way.” You saw the way Juice peeled his eyes off the road to look at you for a moment and shrugged. “What? The flight attendant offered! Who was I to say no? Don’t worry,” you patted his hand, “when I wake up from my nap in a few hours I will be plenty hungover. By then Tara will be doing better than I’m doing now.”

Juice dropped the two of them off at Jax's. You said a lazy goodbye from the passenger seat, the exhaustion of the week and the all-nighter finally catching up to you. You were starting to close your eyes when Juice got back into the driver's seat. He looked over at you before he put the car back in drive, unable to stop smiling at the sight of you.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that he was looking at you. “Yea?”

He laughed quietly. “Nothing. I love you.” He leaned over the center console so he could kiss the side of your head. “I’m glad you two had fun. I’m even more glad that you’re home.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a smile. “You’re a sap, Juan Carlos.”

He chuckled as he backed out of their driveway. “You love me, though.”

You couldn’t deny that. “I do. But remember that you love me in a few hours when I’m cranky and hungover.”

“When you’re trying to bury yourself in all of our pillows and blankets?”

“And trap you there with me.”

“And all of your crankiness.”

You laughed, resting your hand on top of his on the console between you. “Exactly.”

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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Juice getting suckered into babysitting would include!

Request from: @darqchilddaydreamz

A/n: Hi!! Thank so much for this request, I’m so sorry it took long for me to get to it! I hope you enjoy 🥰

Warnings: None, just fluff!

He was reluctant in the beginning to babysit your one year old niece but because you couldn’t take her with you to where you were going, he didn’t really have a choice. At first, he was nervous because it was the first time he was watching her alone but the second she put her little hand on his head tattoo and let out a giggle, he was a goner 🥹 He definitely calls you in a panic when she starts to cry because he doesn’t know how to make it stop but thankfully, you manage to calm him down and tell him what he needs to do. Lunch time ends with the both of them wearing most of her food because it was more fun for her to play with it lmao. He takes her to the park and you better believe he’s going down the slide with her and gets stuck pushes her on the swings, chases her around the playground 🥹 All the moms are definitely thirsting after him, who wouldn’t? a fine ass man like him who’s good with kids? *swoon* When you get home, you walk into them both napping on the couch with her asleep on his chest and you swear your heart grows two sizes!! He’s a little sad when her parents pick her up to go home and let’s your sibling know that he’s available to babysit whenever they need him to, which is an offer they’re definitely going to take advantage of lmao. All in all, i think he’d be an excellent babysitter!! (Someone give this man a baby)

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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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.

****

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."

****

"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."

****

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.

****

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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fanficimagery · 2 years

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Nurse Next Door pt. 2

When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren't expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life's funny like that.

PART ONE | PART TWO

Words: 6.4K

You'd been living in Bakersfield for a little over six months now and you couldn't picture being anywhere else. Your neighbors, especially Elena, were all lovely and friendly. You got to see a hot biker or two every now and then, and even made friends with said bikers.

Happy had taken full advantage of you being friends with his mother and having your number and texted you every Sunday afternoon to see how she was doing.

It's Friday night, after you've had dinner with Elena, and you've just finished helping her clean up before you take your leave. And after one too many yawns, she swats at you with one of her dish towels.

"Ve a casa y duerme un poco. Has estado trabajando toda la semana." (Go home and get some sleep. You've been working all week.)

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going." You walk towards the door, hesitating before you push it open. "I have errands to do tomorrow, but Sunday I'm driving over to my dad's for dinner. Do you want to go with me?"

"No sé.." (I don't know.)

"Well sleep on it. If you want to get out of the house, you're more than welcome to tag along." You smile at her before pushing open the door, brow furrowing when you spot the vehicle sitting directly in front of her house. For some reason warning bells immediately go off and your heart drops into your stomach when you see the window roll down.

There's a glint in the moonlight and you quickly backpedal into Elena's home.

"Gun! Elena, get down!"

Gunshots ring out, aimed right where you were standing, and you fall backwards as Elena screams. You roll around on your back, kicking the wooden door closed as splintered wood falls on you. It seems like it goes on forever, as you crawl towards Elena who'd knocked over her coffee table and laid behind it, but really it's only a handful of seconds before you hear tires screeching and the sound of a car's engine driving away.

"Elena, ¿estás bien?" (Elena, are you okay?)

When she glances up at you, your heart aches for the woman with a tearstained face. She nods, but her gaze drops down from your face. "Mija, estás sangrando." (You're bleeding.)

When you glance down and see blood dripping down from your chest, the pain kicks in. You know panicking never helps a situation, but you can't help it. "Call 911. 'Lena, call 911!"

You see the dish towel Elena had moments ago, grabbing it and moving so you're laying on your back. You immediately press it to your wound, trying to regulate your breathing since you can actually feel it getting shallower and shallower.

As Elena makes her way to her phone that's hanging on the wall, you pull out your own from your pocket. Quickly bringing up Happy's contact, you send him two texts back to back before setting your phone aside and resting your eyes.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The Sons down in Charming are enjoying their Friday night to the best of their ability. Ever since Clay had been taken out, and Gemma not that long after him since her botched attempt on Tara's life, Jax got the club on a semi-decent path. They still dabbled in some pretty illegal stuff, but they were a lot more calculated about it to prevent any more brothers doing time.

A few of the patched brothers are drinking some beers, talking about random shit as some sweetbutts try to entice a few of them back to their dorms when Happy's phone beeps from inside his kutte. No one thinks anything of it, at least not until he pulls out his phone and then promptly shoves the sweetbutt who'd been walking her fingers up and down his thigh away from him.

"What's up, Hap?" Jax asks, having felt the change in atmosphere the moment Happy read whatever was on his phone.

"My Ma's neighbor texted." He pushes a button before pressing his phone to his ear.

Juice immediately looks up from his laptop. "You got her number before I did? Damn."

"It's not like that," he immediately says. The ringing phone goes to voicemail before he tries it again. "She sent two texts- three words. Shooting and Ma's house."

"Oh fuck."

Immediately, Chibs and Tig are shooing away the rest of the sweetbutts as they wait with bated breath for whoever Happy is calling to pick up. And just when he thinks it's gonna go to voicemail again, it clicks over.

"HAPPY?!"

"Ma? Ma, where's YN?"

He puts the phone and speaker so he doesn't have to explain this to his brothers as soon as it's over, mentally cringing as they all listen to his hysterical mother. He doesn't have a good feeling about this. "They shot her, mijo. They shot her and now her eyes won't open."

"Who shot her, Ma?" He stands- Juice, Jax, Opie, Chibs and Tig following suit and pulling on their kuttes.

"I don't know! They were waiting outside my house and.."

"And what?" No words are spoken as Elena cries. "And what, Ma?! What's going on?"

"Happy, there's so much blood."

"Fuck. I'm on my way."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Elena Lowman sits in the lobby of Memorial Hospital with YN's entire family, rosary gripped in one hand and her other hand holding tight to YN's father's. She hadn't had the number for YN's family, but the hospital had her emergency contact so they were the ones to make the call. Her father, siblings, sibling-in-laws, and nieces and nephews all showed up, and Elena felt horrible for the family who was scared to death to hear any type of news.

She told the family everything that had happened and felt like it was her fault, but YN's family assured her it wasn't. They made sure she was okay before the sisters dragged her to the bathroom, cleaning their sister's blood off of Elena's hands and arms. There was nothing to do for her clothes, but hopefully they wouldn't be there too long.

One moment the waiting room is eerily quiet with the occasional ping over the hospital's intercom, and the next several bikers are stomping their way through the halls. One of YN's brothers and his wife tense, but everyone else smiles weakly at the sight of Happy and Juice, and nods at the rest of the men who are obviously part of some motorcycle club.

"Ma?" Happy's jaw clenches when he sees the blood soaked into his mother's pants.

Elena glances at him, sniffling. "I'm fine, mijo."

Juice rubs a hand over his mohawk, exhaling roughly. "What happened? Have they said anything?"

No one says a word and Elena is quick to comfort YN's father when he hides his face in the palms of his hands and starts crying again.

YN's brother, the one Juice and Happy had seen at the cookout, gestures them over to the side so he doesn't have to rehash everything in front of his father again. Alone, he sighs. "She took a bullet to the chest."

"Fuck," Juice swears.

"She lost a lot of blood and the bullet clipped her lung. They took her back for surgery, but that was a while ago. We haven't heard anything since."

"Do the pigs have any leads?" Jax asks when he sees how tense his brothers are.

YN's brother shrugs. "Couple of co-workers mentioned that YN got into it with a couple of thugs. One of their crew got gunned down and died before he made it to the hospital. YN was on call that day and they blamed her."

"Juice, you still got my Ma's place hooked up with cameras?"

"Yeah."

"Find the fuckers who did this."

Juice nods and before they can stomp away, YN's brother grabs onto Happy. When Happy tenses, YN's brother is quick to let go. "If my baby sister dies, they die."

"They were dead the moment they decided to stalk your sister and park outside my Ma's house."

"Good."

The Sons raise a surprised eyebrow at the brother's easy agreement to killing those responsible for shooting his sister, but say nothing as they let Happy take the lead.

Your eyelids feel heavy when you're finally forced back into the land of the living and you begrudgingly do everything the doctor and nurse tell you to do in order for them to pull the tube from your throat. You feel completely exhausted even though you know you just woke up and everything hurts. They ask the usual questions of what you remember and what you don't, if you know what day it is, and then fill in the blanks for you when you fail to answer correctly.

They sit you up and let you have a sip of cold water for your sore throat, and then ask if you're up for any visitors. When you tell them visitors are fine, you're not surprised when your entire family tries to fit in there all at once before they're told only to go in a few at a time. They tell you that you'd been under for two days so they could make sure your lung properly healed, and that Happy and Elena were daily visitors. They also tell you that the men responsible for the shooting had been found, but they didn't live long. Apparently their car had been tampered with which resulted in quite a fiery explosion after they ran from the police.

Oh well. At least you didn't have to worry about them in the future.

It wasn't long before Elena and Happy showed up, and your family left to give you some time with them. And as soon as your family exited, Elena was by your bedside, sobbing and apologizing for something that was not her fault. You assured her of such and it took a moment for her to calm down, and when she did she asked how you were feeling.

Eventually Elena excuses herself to use the bathroom and then you're left with Happy. He pulls a chair up to the foot of your bed and relaxes into it. "Pigs found the little punks that took a shot at 'ya. They're dead."

"I know." The corner of your lips curl upward. "I'm glad."

"Really? Aren't nurses supposed to be all about helping others and shit? Wishing them well and all that bullshit."

You shrug, wincing when it pulls at the stitches in your chest. "I could probably forgive being shot, but your Ma was standing right behind me, Hap." You sigh and shake your head. "Now I know she's your blood, but I've come to see her like family. And I don't appreciate anyone putting my family in danger."

He slowly smiles as he nods. "Good."

You nod back and shift against your pillows. "So what have you been up to, Mr. Badass Biker? Any entertaining stories you can and are willing to share?" He merely continues to smile and then shrugs. "Oh come on. I just woke up this morning and I'm already bored out of my mind."

"You got my boy all twisted up, worried for your well being. Jumps for his phone every time it pings, only to realize he never gave you his number. It's hilarious."

"Poor Juice," you mumble.

Happy quietly chuckles before reaching inside his kutte, pulling out a familiar cell phone before tossing it onto your lap. "Ma gave it to me for safe keeping. Went ahead and added the idiot's number for you and a couple others in case you can't reach me."

"Thanks."

"Now please do me and my brothers a favor, and text the idiot. Put him out of his misery."

"I will, but not while your Ma's here. She'll never let me hear the end of it."

Happy smiles again. "Fair enough."

At Teller-Morrow Automotive, a few of the Sons are working on vehicles while a few others are loitering around the lot. Happy's on his lunch break, sitting at the picnic table outside and keeping an eye on Juice who's sitting in the clubhouse, typing away on his laptop while completely ignoring the sweetbutt trying to press up on him.

Two individuals take a seat across from Happy, and he glances over to nod at Jax and Opie.

"Man, what's up with Juice?" Jax wonders. "He still all twisted up over that nurse neighbor of your Ma's?"

Opie huffs. "She must be quite the lay in bed. I haven't seen him take a bitch to his dorm in a while."

Happy's lips twitch. "He's only ever met her once. I gave her his number, but since he's still moping I'm assuming she hasn't called or texted."

"She out of the hospital yet?" Happy nods and Jax smirks. "Call her. Tell her to put our boy out of his misery. I wanna see his reaction."

Happy shrugs and pulls out his phone, pressing on YN's contact before setting the phone on speaker and laying it on the table so he can continue to eat.

After the fourth ring, the line clicks over. "I was napping. This better be good."

"Thought I told you to put Juice out of his misery?"

"Well hello to you too, Happy." Jax and Opie snort. "And whoever else is apparently listening."

"Hey. It's Jax and Opie," Jax muses.

"Hey guys."

"Doin' alright, sweetheart?" Jax asks since Happy's gone back to eating again.

"Peachy. The hospital weaned me off the good stuff before they released me and my siblings' crotch goblins have formed an attachment issue. Today's the first day I'm on my own."

Happy grunts. "Call Juice, YN. We're watching him now and the poor bastard's moping. We wanna see his reaction."

"Fine. Give me a minute."

The phone beeps, signaling she's hung up and the three men immediately stare in Juice's direction. They wait, rather impatiently, and then chuckle when they see Juice jerk as he reaches for his phone that had been on the bar next to his laptop. He frowns at the phone, answers it, and then that goofy ass smile they're all used to makes an appearance.

"Jesus Christ," Jax murmurs. "He's done for."

"How'd you even rope this girl in?" Opie asks.

"We didn't," Happy says. "Apparently her and my Ma hit it off when she moved in."

"And the Tacoma Killer just accepted her like that?" Jax wonders.

Happy shrugs. "When Juice and I went to talk to my Ma about using her place as storage, YN whistled and told us my Ma was with her. She invited us over, told us to take a seat, handed us a beer and then let us eat at their table. That girl that Juice is so obviously infatuated with became important the moment I saw my Ma talking and laughing. I'd never seen my Ma like that."

"And you're okay with Juice chasing after her until he grows bored?" Opie asks.

"Juice has proven himself time and time again in this club," Happy starts, "but we all know he wasn't really cut out for this life. He's grown accustomed to it, but you guys didn't see him with YN and her family. YN's type of life is the life our brother has been craving. And now that Jax is at the head of the table and the club's changed drastically, I think Juice might actually be serious. He just doesn't know how to go after it."

A moment of silence passes and then..

"Well shit." Jax chuckles. "We got one brother looking to settle down and another brother having a full blown conversation." Happy scowls at his President and the other two men laugh. "We've got to meet this girl, man."

Finally all healed up, you decide to drive down to Charming and buy lunch for your boys. You knew, without a doubt, that they had something to do with the thugs meeting their untimely demise, but you never questioned it. You just let it be. And over the last week, you'd been calling and trading texts with Juice, and since they were busy at the shop you figured you'd buy them lunch.

So here you are, driving into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive and parking. Happy knew you were coming, he being the one you were more intimidated by, so you made sure to clear it with him before you showed up out of the blue. And when he found out the purpose behind your visit, he texted you a handful of orders for burgers and fries.

Climbing out of your car, you grab the box of food from your backseat and then head towards a set of picnic tables where you spot a familiar bald head. On your way over there, however, you're intercepted by a blue-eyed blonde, hair pulled back into a small bun and automotive shirt left unbuttoned atop a plain white tee.

"Can I help 'ya, darlin'?" He asks, wiping his hands on an oil rag.

"Oh, um, not really. I'm here for Happy," you say while gesturing behind him.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you before he glances over his shoulder, then glances back at you, and then comes to a realization. "Holy shit. You the nurse? Hap's Ma's neighbor?"

"Yeah?" You nervously chuckle. "You've heard stories or are you one of the ones who rode out when I had my little accident?"

"Rode out, darlin'. Jax Teller." He introduces himself with a very charming smile.

You introduce yourself with a smile and nod. "Then I guess one of these burgers are for you. Kind of bought everyone who rode to Bakersfield lunch, so.."

"Perfect fuckin' timing." He takes the box for you, gesturing for you to follow. "Come on. The other guys are workin', but me and Hap are on break. I even think your other boy is around here somewhere."

"My other-"

"Juice."

"Oh." You can't help the blush that stains your cheeks and you roll your eyes at Jax when he chuckles. "Shut up."

As you make it to the table, you nod at Happy who flashes you a brief grin.

"Hey Ope! Juice! Get your asses over here," Jax hollers.

Several other men stop and stare to see what the commotion is about, and you quickly take a seat to use Happy as a shield. "How 'ya doin', kid?" He asks while digging into the box Jax was already rummaging through.

"I'm good. Hardly any pain now," you say while moving around your right shoulder.

"And Ma?"

"She's good too." You smile as he finds his burger and takes a carton of fries for himself, readily digging in. "I still have one week off from work, so I'm gonna take her out for a drive come Tuesday. My nephew has a pee-wee football game coming up and she's been expressing interest in seeing the kids play sports."

He huffs. "Good. That's the closest thing she'll ever have to grandchildren." You snort and he glances at you. "Unless you pop out a few. She thinks of you as a daughter."

"Nuh uh. This is a crotch goblin free zone," you say while gesturing down to your lap. "Don't jinx me."

This time, Jax snorts, shaking his head at the two of you. "Jesus. You two are something else."

Before you can ask him what he means, another individual walks up to the table- over six feet tall, full beard, and a black beanie pulled down over his head despite the warm weather. "What's going on, brother?"

"YN, this is Opie. Opie, this is Juice's girl YN."

"What?" You squeak and Happy chuckles at your side.

"YN brought lunch to all of us who rode out when she was shot," Jax explains, completely ignoring you.

"Nice." Opie looks at you, smiling. "Thanks for lunch."

"Er- no problem."

Opie takes a seat next to Jax, digging into the box for his food.

"Hey Jax, the prospect said you were- YN?"

You glance around Happy at the sound of your name and smirk at a surprised Juice. "Hey."

"W-What are you doing here?"

"Feeding you guys. Have a seat if you're hungry."

It takes Juice a moment for his brain to catch up and then he's beaming before throwing himself into the empty space next to you. He slings an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple. "Alright. Feed me."

Jax throws a wrapped burger at Juice and he easily catches it, laughing. Jax and Opie take turns asking questions- where you're from, what you do for a living, how you're healing and how it is that you can put up with Juice. Eventually their lunch break is over and it's time for the next batch to take their break, but before anyone can head off, you stop them.

"Hey, so.. my family's having another cookout to celebrate me no longer being an invalid- their words, not mine- on Saturday," you say. "You guys are more than welcome to come."

"Hell yeah," Juice exclaims. "That kid nephew of yours gonna cook again?"

"Yes. Elena requested chicken and potato salad, so we're doing chicken, pork ribs and fajitas again."

"I'm in," Happy immediately says.

"Me too." Juice's goofy smile practically makes you swoon.

Jax and Opie still haven't said anything. "There's, uh, there's gonna be a bouncy house for the crotch goblins if you guys have any. My family just likes to sit around and talk shit, catch up. There's music, beer, good food.."

"Hey, you guys think that bar-be-cue place down in Lodi is good?" Juice says. "They have nothing on YN's nephew. Kid knows how to cook. It's insane."

Jax slowly smiles. "If Tara doesn't have anything planned, I'm in."

"Yeah, me too," Opie says. "I think the wife might be busy, but I got two kids who don't get to hang around other kids much."

"Just have Juice or Happy text me when you're really sure you're going to show up," you tell them. "We're not going shopping until Friday, so I need to know how much food and beer and drinks for the kids to get."

"Alright, sweetheart, will do," Jax says.

The day of the cookout dawns bright and early, and you're excited for it.

Your entire family was going to be in attendance, along with Elena, Happy, Juice, Jax and his family, and Opie and his kids since his wife was in fact busy. You had to purchase two more tables and a handful more chairs, but it didn't bother you one bit. Even your dad and brothers chipped in, helping buy even more food when you explained you had more friends coming in.

Later in the afternoon, when your entire family has shown up, your nieces and nephews are running amok in the bouncy house that's been situated on the side of your house where you can still keep an eye on them from your position in the front yard. The pit and food table are on the opposite side of the yard so the kids don't have a chance of running into them, and your dad and Elena share a gliding bench situated next to the tables where everyone is sitting.

As the music plays, the kids screech, and the pit smokes, the sound of motorcycles fill the air. You perk up and Elena smiles knowingly at you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her before chuckling at your own reaction. Four motorcycles park in front of Elena's house while a large SUV parks in her driveway. The four bikers dismount and wait near the SUV, and you smile as Jax greets his wife before helping Opie with the kids. Then when they all make their way towards your front gate, you get up to greet them.

Happy is the first one through and you grin at him. "You know the drill. Beer's in the biggest cooler."

"Yeah, yeah." You and him bump elbows in greeting as he passes.

Juice is next, but he has no issue pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you pinch his side when his hug lingers, but he merely releases you just enough so he can stand next to you, hip to hip, while looking at those you've yet to greet.

Still tucked under Juice's arm, you smile at Opie and Jax as they smirk knowingly at the two of you. You shake your head at them. "Hey guys. I'm glad you could make it."

"Us too, YN." Jax then glances at his side, smiling at the beautiful brunette at his side. "YN, this is my wife Tara. Tara, this is YN."

"Hi," Tara tells you, a toddler hitched on her hip. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Lies. All lies," you blurt and she laughs.

Jax and Opie then introduce you to the kids, and you introduce their kids to your nieces and nephews. The kids of your family were a little nuts and you made sure to make it clear to them they were to tone down their energy levels so the new kids felt welcomed. Then once it seems that Opie's kids and Jax's oldest have become comfortable and rush to take off their shoes for the bouncy house, the adults get comfortable.

You lead them over to the coolers first, letting them grab a drink if they want before everyone takes a seat.

"You really weren't kidding when you said a kid cooked," Jax muses. "How old is he?"

You glance in the direction of your nephew standing at the pit, grinning. "Eighteen. He graduates later this year."

"Nice."

"YN! I need a hand."

You sigh and take a gulp of your beer. "Sorry, boys. Duty calls."

Juice watches as YN rushes off to speak with her nephew working the pit, sipping his beer and then laughing at something her sisters say. He gets pulled into a conversation with her siblings, so he's not paying attention to his brothers or Tara who don't bother smothering their awe at how more open and happier he seems in the family setting.

The music changes and a shriek pulls everyone's attention towards the source. YN's brother has caught her up in an impromptu dance, the two of them laughing before it's broken up by one of the kids pushing their way between them. YN then picks up the kid, hitching them on her hip as she twirls them along to the music.

Juice's eyes sparkle and Elena nudges her son. "Mijo, when is Juice going to say something? YN needs a man like him."

Happy snorts. "Juice is workin' on it, Ma."

Breathless, you fall back into your chair and pick your beer right back up.

"Hey YN," Tara calls out. "Is there a place I can change Thomas here?" She asks, bouncing her son in her lap.

"Yeah. Follow me." You stand right back up, leading Tara into your house and into your bedroom. "Just use the bed. All the kids have been changed on the bed."

"Thanks."

As Tara changes her son, you take the time to use the bathroom. By the time you're walking out, she's closing up his diaper and pulling up his little shorts. "Do you mind watching him real quick while I use the bathroom?"

"Not at all." You walk over to your bed, sitting near Thomas' feet. "So long as I can give the kid back at the end of the day, I adore babies," you say. Tara laughs on her way to the bathroom and you tickle Thomas' tummy and thighs until you pull a toothy grin from him. "Look at those cheeks," you coo. "So freakin' adorable. You're gonna be a heartbreaker, aren't 'ya? Your mother and father are hot."

You can hear Tara's laughter from the bathroom, pulling faces at Thomas to make him giggle. You hear your floorboards creak and look up, a grin forming when you see it's only Juice.

"You really have a soft spot for kids, huh?" He asks, leaning against the door jamb.

"Only if they're not mine." You glance back down at Thomas and lean down, fake biting his tummy while making a noise as if you'd taken a bite. He giggles some more and you laugh, pleased with yourself.

Juice continues to watch you playing with his brother's kid. "So, after all this is done, do you have plans?"

"Nope. Why? What'd you have in mind?"

When you glance up at him, his smile nearly has you blushing. It was so not fair for him to be that good looking. "Thought I'd take you for that ride we were talkin' about." You can't help it. You blush this time. "At least one of them."

His smile widens as your blush burns. "Jesus Christ. Not in front of the baby."

Juice laughs as you try to will your blush away. While the two of you had been texting, more often than not it led into a flirtatious territory that had Juice promising things that left your insides clenching in anticipation. And it seems he wasn't as shy as you and you just knew he'd continue teasing you in the future.

"Okay," Tara muses. "And that's my cue to take my baby and go."

The three of you chuckle and you bite the corner of your bottom lip when she winks at you. Then left alone with Juice, you stand up and nervously fidget under his stare.

"Nervous?"

"Maybe."

Juice pushes off the door jamb and you gulp. "You shouldn't be."

"It's the anticipation. It always-"

But your words are cut off as Juice swoops in, lips slanting over yours. His hands plant themselves on your hips as yours twist into the front of his shirt, and you groan when you feel his tongue sweep across your bottom lip. As the kiss deepens, his hands slide back over your ass before he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs and hoist you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he turns so your back is against the wall. You groan, pulling your mouth free so you can catch your breath and then swallow down a curse when his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You let him explore, licking and biting, until you grab his face between your hands and bring his mouth back to yours.

When the kiss slows, Juice pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours. He says something, but you're still in a bit of a daze from making out with him.

"Hmm?" You hum.

"I said I'm really sorry."

"For?"

"For this." One of his hands leaves the back of your thigh and your brow furrows as he reaches behind him. His smile has you distracted so you don't see anything in his hand until he's popping something over your head.

You grimace at the feeling of a thick liquid dripping down your forehead and the sides of your face, and glance down when it lands on your chest. It's paint. "In the house, Juan Carlos? Really?!"

He's shaking with suppressed laughter as he wipes the paint from your forehead so it doesn't fall into your eyes and then presses a brief kiss to your lips. "Your brothers dared me."

You drop your legs from around his waist and narrow your eyes at him. "You better run."

Juice makes a break for it and you rush to your closet, pulling out your newly purchased paintball gun. You bought it in case your brothers did something stupid and were more than prepared to shoot them, but since Juice did the dirty work he was just as guilty.

Marching through your house and out the front door, everyone glances at you.

"Oh fuck. You did it in the house!" One of your brothers exclaims. "You're dead, man."

"From what I hear, all three of you assholes are guilty." Immediately you take aim at your brother, shooting his thigh. He yelps, your other brother laughs and then you manage to clip his bicep as well.

Everyone's laughing, with the exception of Juice who's staring at you with wide eyes. Glaring at him, you slowly toe off your shoes.

"Aw shit. Bro, you better run! She runs faster without her shoes on."

Your glare suddenly softens and Juice seems to relax, even going as far as chuckling when you blow him a kiss. "Run."

"Shit."

You tear after Juice, aiming as best as you can and pulling the trigger as he runs from you down the street and around the corner.

Opie shakes his head as his brother disappears. "Is it always like this at these cookouts?"

Happy smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. "Last time YN and her brother got chased by a neighborhood dog. She scaled a tree and cut up her legs, and her brother got bit on the ass."

"Am I the only one who noticed that Juice hoovered our baby sister's neck?" One sister asks.

Everyone laughs and Tara sheepishly says, "I didn't want to say anything, but before I came back out the tension in that bedroom was thick. I got Thomas and got out quickly. I'm not surprised he left her with a souvenir."

Another sister muses, "Enough about Juice defiling our sister, who wants to bet one or both come back injured?"

Tara, Jax and Opie can only watch in amusement as Happy, his Ma and YN's family start pulling out bills. Some say both will come back injured, some say they'll be chased by the dog, one says they'll come back covered in more hickies and one says only YN will be injured.

For a moment, everyone forgets about YN and Juice as they get dragged back into a conversation and check on the kids to make sure they haven't beat each other up.

After chasing Juice and running out of ammunition, you limp back to your house. Everyone quiets as they realize it's you, smirks blossoming all around.

"Did you get 'im?" Your dad asks.

"Aim's still shit, but he will have a nice tramp stamp for the next few days."

Your dad chuckles. "Good girl."

"What happened?" Tara asks, gesturing to your ankle.

Blushing, you limp towards one of the chairs and fall into it. "I, uh, I might have sprained it?"

"How?"

"By laughing so hard that I didn't see the small drop from the curb to the street?" You wince in embarrassment.

"Where's Juice?" Jax asks.

You shrug. "I dunno. He got chased by Muffin which is why I was laughing so hard."

"Who the hell is Muffin?"

"The neighborhood German Shepherd." You smile. "He hates strangers, so I've been feeding him treats so he knows me. He wasn't a fan of Juice."

Tara gets up, handing her son off to Jax while she asks if you have any ziploc bags. You tell her you do and where they're at in your kitchen, and you smile when she walks back out with a makeshift ice pack. "Here. Ice your ankle," she tells you.

"Thank you."

You pull another chair in front of you to prop your foot up, setting the ice pack on your ankle.

One of your brothers soon spots Juice jogging down the street. He's sweaty and looks like there's a bit of dirt and grass on the knees of his jeans. And when he makes it into your yard, he points a finger accusingly at you. "You sicced the dog on me!"

"You popped a paint balloon in my house!"

Everyone glances between the two of you, exploding with laughter a moment later. You and Juice finally crack a grin at each other and he makes his way towards you. When he sees your ankle, his eyes subtly widen. "What happened?"

"Karma," you tell him. "I was too busy laughing at you that I stepped wrong off the curb."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." But Juice doesn't care. All he knows is that you're hurt and he's partially to blame. You try to push him away, but he's not having it as he lifts your foot, sits in the chair, and then places your foot on his lap. "You're annoying."

He looks up at you, slowly smirking. "You weren't saying that when I had you against the wall."

"We figured the two of you weren't saying much given that hickey you left on the side of her neck."

You and Juice both freeze at the sound of Happy's voice- at the fact that every adult had fallen silent and heard his words too. You groan in embarrassment when you hear everyone start to laugh once more, but Juice is rather proud of himself when he realizes none of your family is against whatever this is between the two of you.

For the next half hour, the two of you endure teasing from your family and Juice's friends- all the while Elena watches on in perfect contentment.

When the food is done and all the sides have been brought out- Happy and Juice won't let you get up. Happy serves his Ma and Juice serves you, and then everyone's settling down after making sure the kids have food and drink.

Jax bites into a pork rib and you can hear his groan from a few chairs away. "Holy shit, kid."

"Told you." Juice smirks proudly.

Opie devours one pork rib within seconds and you shake your head at him. "Breathe, Opie. There's plenty of ribs to go around."

Tara, Jax and Opie try everything they can, congratulating your nephew on being such a badass cook once they're full and relaxing once more.

You're not surprised that when you get up to go inside your house, Juice follows you. You flip off your siblings when they wolf-whistle, but laugh nonetheless. And then once in your room, you drop on your bed with Juice by your side.

"Are you still up for that ride later?"

"Hell yes," you muse. "You promised a ride, I want a ride."

He chuckles. "Mind if I stay over tonight?"

"Nope." Your lips twitch. "But as much as everyone outside is rooting for us to seal the deal, I'm not having sex with you. At least not yet."

"That's fine by me, sweetheart." He leans in, chastely kissing your lips. "You're gonna be tired after we go for that ride anyway."

"Mmm. We'll see." You kiss him in return, chuckling as he chases your lips. "Now let me go to the bathroom so we can get out of here. They're gonna be suspicious when we head back outside."

"Mhm." He kisses you again, not being able to get enough, and you laugh as you shove him back.

"And while I'm in the bathroom, you get to clean up the paint from my floor." Juice pouts, but you peck his lips one last time. "Happy cleaning, Juan Carlos."

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mischiefnevermanaged89-blog · 19 days

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Here is the Master List for my story and any other stories!!

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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 month

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Haunted - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

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

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

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

Word Count: 1560 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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Story #6 Happy/Juice

Summary: Part of the Three: The Magic Number Series. Reader x 2 of the Sons/Mayans. Purely smut. 18+

You were watching the rain pelt against the window when your boys came into the room. Juice was rustling around, setting candles around and lighting them, humming softly to himself. The candles did more to accentuate the darkness than to dispel it. Happy came up behind you and brushed your hair away from the back of your neck. He kissed you, a soft brush of lips against your skin and you felt his desire.

Juice came up behind Happy and kissed his shoulder before moving between you and the window. He settled his hands over Happy's on your hips and lowered his mouth to yours. Desire arced between the three of you, a circuit completed and they made hungry, happy sounds low in their throats. Happy pressed closer, pushing you against Juice and Juice slid his hands up Happy's arms to loop loosely around his neck. Juice's tongue teased your lips, lapping at them but not slipping between them. Happy was nibbling on the back of your neck, light brushes of his lips that edged you almost towards shivering.

"Bed," and they were already moving, shedding their clothes over the short distance. They tumbled onto the bed and Juice snagged a strip of black cloth off of the nightstand. He held it up and looked at you. You met his eyes and nodded. He kissed your eyelids, feather-light and Happy smoothed your hair down to keep it from getting caught in the knot.

Happy stroked your back and whispered in your ear. One arm curled around you, cupping your breast. He angled his fingers and pinched your nipple, digging in with his fingernails and your mouth dropped open a little, slack with pleasure. Happy guided you to rest on your back.

They settled one on either side of you and for a moment they paused, just snuggled against you. You soaked up the warmth of them feeling content and safe. Happy kissed the corner of your mouth and you turned your head towards him. Juice, always the opportunist, licked the skin behind your ear. Happy traced his fingers over your lips, cheeks, followed with his lips. He smiled against your skin. "So beautiful."

Juice murmured agreement, kissing a path down your neck and over your shoulder. He stroked his fingers down your throat, between your breasts. Happy followed, scratching his nails along the same path. He scratched hard enough to leave marks, pleasure bordering on pain. Every movement of Juice's fingers was mimicked. They worked their way down your legs, back up the inside of your thighs, over your belly until you writhed between them.

Juice swirled a finger around your nipple. Happy was nudging him out of the way almost immediately, closing his teeth over it, biting. They covered every inch of your skin with kisses, with echoing bites. The first press of Juice's lips to your slick folds made you arch off the bed, then go completely still when he pulled away grinning. Happy's teeth nipped the same spot and you shuddered, not quite cumming but right on the edge. They traded back and forth, wet kisses and sharp bites until you were babbling incoherently, until Happy's teeth sank in exactly right and you came with a flurry of movement and shooting stars.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 1,028

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @juiceortiz (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

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manestjerne · 1 month

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Let me save you pt. VI

Juice Ortiz x female

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: blood, bad language, violence, mentions of sex(?), angst

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for such a long break, I had this in my drafts for some time, but couldn't get myself to post it, but I'm back now and I'll try to be more consistent 🫶🏻

Walking to the kitchen alone in the morning was a really bad decision. The place was a complete mess and so many things I never wanted to see flashed before my eyes. Passing a few people I really wanted to stop and make sure they’re still alive, but gladly I just walked pass by the disgusting scene, making sure I won’t put my foot in anything on the floor, either people or weird, unrecognized substances. Too early to eat anything as always I just poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down by the kitchen table, praying no one walks in. I haven’t talked with anybody besides Juice about yesterdays situation and I wasn’t sure if they approved what I did. Gemma is probably proud. Looking at the shelves filled with instant food packages I realized I used to do much worse things. Yeah, but you were home. Your place. It’s not my place anymore, but it was back then. I don’t think I have my place now, but it’s definitely not here. Showing up at night looking like I was hit by a truck and then showing some attitude to a girl who’s from here was probably not the best option. Was it? I locked my eyes on a canned chicken soup and my stomach turned upside down. That’s disgusting.

- Hey - I flinched when Bobby pulled me out of my thoughts

- You’re up early.

It’s not early, but looking at how many people were still passed out it was surprising to see someone alive.

- Decided to give my liver a rest yesterday - he replied calmly pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee and sitting next to me - What about you?

- My liver deserved a rest years ago, I’m too old for that kind of parties - I said jokingly to keep the conversation as far from the shattered glasses as I could

- I don’t know how he did that, but Chibs told us you’re not letting things like that slide easily.

Shit, my brilliant plan didn’t work.

- Look, I don’t want to sound like a toddler, but she started. I’m not here to cause any drama.

- Actually - he looked down trying to hide his smile - I’m sure some people there were glad somebody finally did that.

- What do you mean? - he tried to lock his eyes with mine but I kept looking at the chicken soup in the corner

- See, Ima is the CaraCara girl. Not many are fond of her, but she’s making good money with Layla, and there’s actually no reason to get rid of her, a pornstar being annoying and slutty is not that much of a deal when you think about it. I work at the studio as an accountant so I spend quite a lot of time with the girls, maybe I don’t know them that well, but you know…

- Deep inside she’s just a lost, lovely girl? - I asked with a little sarcasm when I saw him struggling to finish the sentence, but he bursted out laughing

- No, she’s really just an annoying slut, I don’t know where I was going there.

I finally left the soup and looked at him laughing, felt a smile forming on my face.

- Just don’t blame yourself, you sat here looking like you had a moral hangover.

- I don’t actually blame myself, but feels like I needed someone else to say that, thanks Bobby.

He replied with a warm smile.

- I should go and finish the party for good now, see you later.

I sat there for a minute after he left. It’s kinda sad people approach me when I’m just sitting alone, my resting face must be extremely depressed. I slowly got up from the chair and dragged my feet back to the bedroom. When I walked into the room Juice just got out of the bathroom. I looked at the single cup of coffee in my hand. Lovely.

- And that’s… for you - I smiled and handed him the cup which he accepted with his hand still wet from the shower

- Oh wow, so lovely, you went there just to get me a coffee and didn’t even think about yourself? - he took a sip and handed me the cup back with a smile

- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.

He would bring me a coffee.

- Who were you talking to? - he asked calmly but I felt shivers anyway

- No one.

Why would I lie? What’s the point? He turned back to me and laughed politely to ensure me he’s not mad, but curious.

- You were sitting there for so long alone? Come on, I just want to know if you’re getting along with anybody - he still smiled softly putting on his shirt

- Oh, excuse me? - I laughed forgetting about how uncomfortable I just was - I was talking with Bobby, but just so you know, I get along with a lot of people here. Like Lyla, she’s great. And Chibs. And Tig. Oh, and Opie, yeah, Opie’s cool. And… And Chucky!

- Okay, alright - he wrapped his arms around me to stop me from thinking of more names - I’m glad you’re feeling good here.

- Yeah, about feeling good, it’s great here, but can we go home?

- Sure - he said not letting me go

- I believe you have to let me go so I can grab my stuff and get in the car.

- Oh Christ, sorry I was even touching you princess. Want me to carry you so your shoes don’t get too dirty? - he responded handing me my bag

How is he smiling all the time? That’s probably the thing I love about him the most, but that’s also something to think about. On our way to the car we stopped at the bar. Bobby sitting on the stool with his face hidden in his hands was looking pretty pathetic. But not so pathetic as all the people still lying in different, sometimes weird places.

- How was your finishing the party? - I asked putting my hand on his shoulder, he patted it lightly

- Just as you can see. You know what? - he looked at our bags - I’m going home too, Clay should handle this, I’m not responsible for other charters, am I?

- You should go - Juice said firmly, exactly as he needed, Bobby immediately got up and walked us to the car

- I believe todays vote will be postponed for tomorrow - he said before Juice sat behind the wheel - use your day off well.

Looking at me he smiled once again and next seconds Juice was starting the engine.

- Gross - I said jokingly

- What do you mean?

- That thing about your “day off”. Use it well. On me? Come on.

- That’s not what he meant - he sounded serious, but a smile was still fully visible on his face

- Then what did he mean?

- He definitely meant my bike, I should work on it - he now laughed out loud - by the way, you saw it?

I moved my head and looked out through the window.

- Saw what?

- My bike.

- Yeah, I see it pretty much everyday, it’s hard to not see it when you live with a biker. It’s nice, even lovely I’d say.

- I don’t mean that one.

I kept looking through the window acting like I don’t know about the other one hidden in the garage. He shouldn’t be mad, I definitely didn’t break anything, but maybe he doesn’t know I’ve touched it, why should I tell him myself?

- You have more than one bike? That’s so cool - I smiled to myself and felt him staring at the back of my head

- Y/n, you know I won’t be mad.

- Mad? About what? - I realized he can see my face in the reflection on the glass so I immediately stopped smiling and looked at him.

- Just wanted to tell that you did well - he smiled at my reaction - must’ve taken you a few hours, huh?

- I’m sorry, but it’s pretty boring to be alone and not at home, I was looking for anything to do. And when did you even have time to see that I’ve touched it? I left all the tools exactly where they were before, you have like a dairy or what? - I laughed and realized we were pulling into the driveway

- Sometimes when I can’t sleep and think too much I go there trying to relax, so you don’t know I did that probably because you were sleeping.

- You know - I stopped because he rushed to open the door for me right after he parked - you know you can talk to me? I’m probably better at that stuff than your secret bike.

- I’m not schizophrenic or anything, I do all the talking in my head so it won’t be weird.

I just gave him a meaningful look and followed him inside.

- I’m worried about tomorrow - I said after settling on the couch

- What’s tomorrow? Your first day at work? - my blank stare must’ve said everything because he continued without my answer - Why? You did all that nursing stuff before, didn’t you?

- No, I’ve actually never done that, that’s why they hired me. What’s wrong with you today? - I took a sip of my tea waiting for his response wondering if I’m not too harsh, but he laughed as softly as always

- I think I’m just tired.

- Tired of bitches hitting up on you all night?

- Alright, from what I can remember there was only one bitch hitting up on me yesterday.

- And I really hope you mean Ima - I laughed

I was pretty shocked I got over it so fast and didn’t overthink what happened last night.

- Well, you definitely don’t need to beg me for attention so I definitely didn’t mean you.

Is this about the “I love you” thing? I really don’t want to talk about this now.

- Good to hear that - I smiled and run to another topic immediately - so do we have a free evening today or you want to go check in at the club?

- Remember what Bobby said? - he asked playfully

- Oh come on, I’m serious now.

- Yeah, me too. How about a movie night?

- How about a walk?

Looking at his face I could see my question put him off guard.

- What? - I laughed at the silence

- Where do you want to go? - his tone became more firm and calm

- I don’t know, aren’t there any parks here? - I laughed and grabbed his thigh gently - Juice, if you don’t want to we don’t have to do that, I just asked. But I’d still like to know what’s so terrible about walks.

I tried to stop smiling but the fact that he looked terrified by the idea of taking a walk was pretty hilarious.

- No, I’m sorry, of course we can go for a walk, it’s just that I prefer spending my free time at home - he smoothed out the pillow not even looking at me

- Are you really afraid something might happen? - I asked moving other pillows out of his reach when he tried to grab another one

- l just, you know - I don’t, keep talking - well, many people know me here - he finally got the courage to look at me and his sad puppy eyes literally made me want to cry

- I’m sorry, but what’s wrong with people knowing who you are? - I truly didn’t understand what he meant and asking was the best option since I wasn’t scared of being embarrassed anymore

- I’m sorry, I just want you to be safe and I know that there are only two places I can be sure about you not getting hurt, here and at the clubhouse. I know it sounds out of line, but some people want to hurt us and they know their best ways to do that.

-So the best way to hurt you would be hurting me, huh? - I tried to comfort him and did the literal opposite, but still got a little smile from him

-I know how it sounds, really. Especially when I told you I’m just a member of a club, but-

-Yeah, I know it’s not just a club, I’m not that stupid - this time comforting him went a little better and he finally took his hand off the perfectly flattened pillow to grab my hand

-You’re really important to me, and however unrealistic this sounds, I need to protect you at all costs right now. It’s not always going to be like that, but we got ourselves into some trouble lately.

-Is it about the drugs? The club trying to leave is just not going as Jax planned?

Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but on the other hand it might help him to open and talk to me. I already knew more than he thought, why wouldn’t he just talk to me about it now? The silence between us was pretty loud and his concerned face made me want to laugh, but I tried to keep a straight face to show him I’m serious.

-What do you mean „the drugs”?

-Oh come on, you really want to play that game? - his question annoyed me a little, even tho I did the same thing all the time

-How do you even know about that? - he wasn’t angry, more stressed and worried, his hands landing on the pillow again

-Okay, are you going to answer my question or we don’t have anything to talk about?

-Yes, it’s about drugs. Leaving the business isn’t as easy as we thought, and Clay is not cooperating with Jax. Except this whole shit with drugs we have a lot going on inside our charter. It looks like nothing is going to be better unless these two work their shit out, and I don’t think it’s going to happen anytime soon - he opened even a little more than I expected, but I was so glad he finally did that - that’s why I’m worried about you and about what might happen.

-Thank you for being honest with me, I really appreciate that - I gently took the pillow from him and replaced it with my hands - I know you can’t talk a lot about the club stuff, but you can still talk about your feelings, that’s not pathetic, I cried in front of you so many times, come on.

I tried to lighten him up and believed it worked, since he gave me a bright smile.

-Okay, I’ll try, but for now is it enough? - he chuckled

-Well, I accept that, but I’ll demand more honesty in the future if you want to spend it with me.

I looked down, his hands, always steady, now shaking a little, not matching his cheerful smile. His eyes dark, I could even say full of joy. Hiding his emotions started getting harder, or maybe I was better at reading it.

-You have no idea how much I want that - he smiled so adorably I almost fell for it, but another look at his hands worried me again

Using how close we were to each other I sat on his laps and let him hide his face in my neck. His hands immediately started wandering around my back and when they found the spot he pulled me closer. I tried to sink in the moment, when he suddenly threw me off his knees, my back landing on the soft couch I was trapped by his body. It was so gentle, yet so fast that I froze under him.

-The fuck was that? - I asked completely confused

-I just wanted to see your reaction, but that little scream was so cute - wide smile wasn’t leaving his face, he looked amused by my consternation - are you ticklish?

-Juan, don’t try that, get off me - I said firmly trying not to laugh

-I promise I’ll start talking about my feelings, I just need some time - he said not moving

-Okay, okay, I trust you but let me go - I was now laughing with him

He slowly got up letting me do the same thing. I got closer to his face, putting my hands around his neck and just looked him in the eyes. Juice immediately shortened the distance by kissing me, licking my lip I opened my mouth to let him in when the doorbell interrupted us. He slowly pulled back and rested his forehead on mine and I just started laughing. Like a damn movie.

-Stay here - he got up and dragged his feet towards the door unlocking it slowly

-Hey Juicy - I heard Chibs so I made my way to the door, not wanting him to take my boyfriend away from me again

My who?

-Hi Chibs, perfect timing, what’s up?

-The vote’s tomorrow at 6 - he smiled softly to greet me

-And that’s why you came all the way here? - I asked amused by Juice’s reaction

-Well, maybe if he’d pick up his damn phone I wouldn’t have to do that - he stepped through the door and closed it - that vote might take a little longer, I talked to the guys from north and they are not giving up so easily, just so you know - he gave Juice a serious look - am I interrupting you?

-No, we were just going to my old place to get some stuff, since you have so much free time you can come with us to help - I smiled at him and then saw Juice’s face - we talked about it yesterday…

-Oh yeah, we did, I’m sorry - he brightened up immediately

-Actually I don’t have anything better to do, you want me to call Tig?

-That would be nice - I said before Juice even opened his mouth - Juice, you have any empty boxes in your garage?

-Yeah, there are some.

-So I’ll call Tiggy and you kids go find some boxes so we can go - Chibs smiled at us once again and went through the door

-Juice - I said with a straight face - did you mute your phone to „use your time well” with me? - I tried not to smile

-Of course not - he laughed and started walking towards the garage - I must’ve did that by accident.

-You’re a bad liar, really.

-I think that’s good - he pinned me to the wall and kissed me softly - will we finish that later?

-Oh god, stop - I laughed and walked under his hand to free myself - let’s get the boxes, how many do you have?

-And how many do you want? You have much stuff there? - he started going through the empty boxes and throwing the bigger ones in my direction

-Well, should I get all of it? Will you get me a place when I can store them? - I asked while folding the boxes and putting them aside

-Can’t you just unpack here? Why would you keep your things in the boxes?

I kept my eyes on the flatted pile I just made.

-You want me to stay here for good? I know you for like a month, I can’t just move in.

-So you’re just living here temporarily, huh? - he also wasn’t looking at me but I saw him smiling

-Well, if that’s what you mean then I can tell you I was looking for some houses for sale here.

He threw a last one at me and came closer.

-I mean that I want you to feel like at home here. You don’t have to move out, I have plenty of free space, there’s even a free bedroom upstairs if you don’t want to share the bed anymore.

-Don’t you think it’s a little bit early to live together? We’re not even a couple or anything - I tried not to look at him but he made it impossible

-Aren’t we? - he took the boxes I just folded and went outside - I want you to stay here - he yelled while putting them in the trunk

-Tig will wait at the clubhouse for us, I believe you want to switch the car for a bigger one if we’re taking all of your shit here - Chibs said when I met them at the driveway

-Yeah, sure - I sat on the passenger sit and waited for Juice to join me

We drove to Lodi in silence, but I saw him looking at me from time to time, smile not leaving his face. I was really happy about what he said, but didn’t want to show him that i really care about that. Acting casual wasn’t my best skill, but I both didn’t want to scare him or just ruin what we already had, so I chose to ignore my feelings for now. When we pulled up Juice parked the truck right in front of the door and guys left their bikes a little closer to the street. When we entered the building my hands were empty, nobody let me carry anything so I just led them upstairs and unlocked the door.

-So there’s no elevator here, huh? - Tig asked when i was fighting with my shaky hands to put the key in

-Yeah, you’ll have to carry all the boxes alone, or you can let me help you - I said opening the door and letting them in

-You’re not carrying anything, just focus on the packing - Chibs said letting me go in front of him - stop whining Tiggy.

But I wasn’t listening to him, what I saw made me freeze where I was standing. Should’ve cleaned that up before leaving. Blood drops on the floor, marking the paths where I was walking before I cleaned myself up. Bloody tissues on the table and now also on the floor, bathroom sink still covered in blood, perfectly visible since I left the door open.

-That’s quite a lot of blood for such a small person - Tig said and put the boxes down - but we’ve seen worse, don’t worry, where should we start?

We’ve seen worse? That’s it? Wow.

-You can get all the stuff from here and the kitchen, I’ll go get the bathroom and bedroom - I said and quietly left with a few boxes in my hands

I never liked packing, but today it was different. I never wanted to see that apartment again, it was so nice and I loved it with all my heart, but now it was hard to feel safe here. Glad that nobody interrupted me I just focused on packing when I heard someone knocking on the door. I went to check what’s going on, but seeing the three of them froze, just staring at the door made me laugh.

-Are we expecting any guests? - Chibs asked when I entered the room

-Why don’t you just check who that is? - I said a little bit more annoyed than I meant to

I walked toward the door and saw all of them reaching their belts, pretty sure what they had there.

-That’s fucking pathetic - I said looking at their reaction and slowly opened the door

-I thought you’re not going to open, like you’re mad that I just left you, oh wait, you can’t be mad, because you’re the one who left me - Nat laughed and walked pass me not waiting for an invitation to come inside - oh hello gentleman - she put her bag on the table

-Guys, that’s Nat, Nat this is Tig and Chibs, I think you remember Juice - I smiled looking at their reaction

-Of course I remember, hi everyone - she started going through her bag looking for something

-Tig, don’t even try - I said when I saw him walking her way - you’re all being rude right now - I laughed when they just kept looking at her not saying anything and got a quiet “hi Nat” from all three as a response

-But she’s not going to kill us, right? - Chibs joked looking around at the bloody mess - she’s not the one I guess?

-Sadly I left all my white weapons at home, so you have advantage over me - she moved her head up and looked at his belt - oh I found it, you’re going for a smoke? - she put her lighter in the pocket and looked at me

-Sure - I responded quickly and followed her to the balcony - how did you even know I’m here? You’re stalking me or what? - I laughed as soon as the door closed behind us

-I was just walking by and saw two bikes in front of the building, who else could it be? - she sat on the bench and kept looking at me with her weird, cute smile

-Why are you looking at me like that? - I laughed - it’s been a week, not like I’ve abandoned you or anything

-Are you okay? I’m sorry, but your explanations over texts weren’t really convincing - she patted the spot besides her

-I had some mess to clean up lately - I said sitting down

-Yeah, pretty cute mess - she looked through the window at guys packing my stuff - you live with them?

-They don’t live together - I laughed loudly at her question - I’m staying at Juice’s for now, I’m not sure what to do next.

-He rescued you and let you move in after knowing you for a month? What a hero - I knew it was not fully sarcastic, even tho she tried to sound like it - he loves you or what?

-He actually told me he does - I responded not looking at her

-Are you shitting me right now? You love him too? Girl what happened to your independent, 'I don’t need any man', lifestyle. I thought you’re just going to fuck him - she shook her head in fake disbelief trying not to laugh

-I actually don’t know, I didn’t say anything.

-Okay, you really have to be kidding me - she laughed now

-Oh shut up, do you want to help me pack since you’re here?

About an hour later a stack of heavy boxes filled with all my stuff was standing near the door. Tig and Chibs went to the bus to pack the first ones and I sat on the couch to clear things out with Nat.

-You’re not mad at me, are you? - I asked watching as Juice went to the kitchen and leaned back on the counter

-Why would I be? - she laughed - because you left me in this shitty town with my shitty job? Come on y/n, I always cheered you up, I’m really glad you got the job you wanted so bad.

-The job is one thing, it I still moved away not even telling you straight away, I feel kinda bad about it - and what I said was honest, I knew it was my life and I was the only person who should decide about it, but the demons from my past or whatever we’re still chasing me and I felt like I needed permission for everything

-Sweetheart - she looked at me with her lovely eyes, and leaned in to make sure I can hear every word she says - are you fucking kidding me? It’s your life and you have to be god damn happy, don’t worry about other people so much, we’ve already been there and I thought you understood it’s a bad idea.

We both laughed and I picked my bag from the floor when the guys came back upstairs.

-Okay, let’s go - I grabbed a box and headed to the door

-I don’t think so - Chibs took it from me and placed it back down on the floor - ten minutes and everything should be handled, you should spare your wrists.

Nat joined me and watched all the of them carrying the boxes downstairs.

-What’s your schedule next weekend? - I asked when they disappeared behind the last wall

-Not sure yet, why? Want me to come visit your big town? - she laughed and threw her bag over her shoulder

-Yeah, you should come by, I’ll probably be alone for a while - she smiled at me and slowly walked through the door

-We’ll keep in touch - she blowed me a kiss - bye, love ya.

-When are you planning to start unpacking? - Juice was leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at the boxes besides the door

I walked up to the fridge and got myself a beer.

-Are they bothering you so much? - I stood next to him looking in the same direction

-I mean, not really, just wondering - he took a sip from his bottle

-Oh, you’re such a pedant - I smiled at him - I wanted to at least start today, but I don’t think I have enough energy for that, I’m sorry. This work thing is kind of stressing me out, like it’s my first day ever. I just want it to be over, then I’ll take care of other stuff, is that okay?

-Of course it’s okay - he looked at me as softly as always, I wondered what would I have to do to make him mad - I’ll help you whenever you’re ready.

I didn’t have a chance to answer, because his phone drown my quiet „thanks” out. After his short answers I could immediately recognize it was a call from the club. What else could it be? I was expecting that.

-I need you to come with me - he said firmly while putting his cell back in the pocket

-I can stay alone Juice, we’ve talked about it. I’ll be fine.

-No - he looked serious and worried at the same time - They need you at the clubhouse.

I wasn’t expecting that.

-Why? What happened? - I asked when he nervously started looking for the car keys

-Couldn’t tell me on the phone - he answered calmly, still not looking at me - so probably there’s someone to patch up.

-Okay - I said without hesitation and he finally looked at me

-You don’t have to get involved in the club shit, that’s my shit and I can get you out of it if you want. Just this one time if there really isn’t anyone else to help, we’ll figure this out, okay?

-Juice - now I was smiling softly - I’m fine with that, really. Our shit now.

We hurried through the door and it was surprisingly quiet inside, but everyone got up from their seats when we walked through the door.

-Kozik got hit, Tara’s out of town and we need someone to take care of him. Her bag is already there, just come with me - Jax grabbed my arm and pulled me slightly so | would follow him

I entered the chapel and heard multiple footsteps following me, but I couldn’t focus on that. A blonde man was laying on the massive wooden table. His bare chest was covered in blood, a hole in his upper arm made it pretty clear that he was shot. I froze, not at the fact that a man with probably a bullet in his body was casually laying on the table, a prospect next to him trying to stop the bleeding, but because I was the one to help him. I haven’t done anything like that in some time, had no idea where to start I started panicking quietly.

-Tell us how to help - Chips nudged me softly but firmly

-Did it went through? - I asked filled with fake hope

-Did it what? - the prospect holding a soaked cloth looked at me like I was a ghost

-How many holes are there? - I smiled sarcastically - Is the bullet still inside or did it went through? Let me see.

Chibs helped raising Kozik’s arm up and of course the bullet was still inside

-I’m not a damn neuro or ortho to deal with such stuff smoothly - I said looking through Tara’s bag and trying to focus.

-You don’t have to get him perfectly fine, we can cut that arm off if you’ll say that’s the best option.

-Shut up Tig, that’s not funny anymore - said Jax

I looked up and saw him sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, sipping on his beer like nothing was happening.

I came back to the table and took a closer look at the wound.

-It’s not deep, you have to hold him still and I’ll take the bullet out - I wasn’t sure how to do that, I had to deal with worse things in the past, but every memory of it just vanished at instant - I’ll count to three.

The faster the better. I saw a bloody mess before digging my fingers into the hole. It was gross even through the gloves, I thought I can feel my legs shaking. Trying not to make more damage I wanted to focus but the screams made it impossible and I couldn’t find the right angle to take a grip on the bullet.

-Shut him the fuck up - I said calmly concentrating on where my fingers were going and suddenly I looked at my hand, hovered in blood, holding a shiny piece of metal

Glad that the worst part was already over I started to put stitches on, kinda surprised the bleeding almost stopped.

-I don’t think any arteries were damaged, he should be fine soon - I said to Jax who was sitting on a stool next to mine

-I really appreciate you came to help us, thank you - he said sadly, eyes locked on the countertop in front of him

-You’ve helped me enough, that’s the least I can do. If you ever need me again, don’t hesitate, I’ll gladly do it again - I said knowing it was bullshit, but he smiled slightly - I really have to go now, but I can check in tomorrow after work if you want me to.

-That would be great, thank you - he said and I left to find Juice - Are you coming with me? - I said when our eyes met

-Of course, let’s go - his eyes not as bright as always, smile almost fully fainted and I instantly knew he was just disappointed with me

Tara would’ve done it better, of course, but she’s not here. I’m not even a doctor, and he’s alive so overall I didn’t do such a bad job. I rested my head on the cold window as I sat down in the passengers seat. The sky was beautifully clear, you could count all the stars, a perfect night for a walk, but surely I should forget about that. I closed my eyes and waited for the car to stop so I could just go to bed and burry myself under the covers. When we pulled up I took my purse from the back seat and grabbed the door handle, but Juice was faster as always. He opened the door for me and gave me his gentle hand along with a polite smile. I rushed ahead of him and quickly changed into my pajamas before crawling into bed, but it wasn’t long before he joined me, putting his hand on m hip and kissing my shoulder. We laid in silence for what felt like hours and I couldnt get myself to sleep, move or even talk. I was completely frozen wandering what he was thinking about.

-I’m sorry - was all I mumbled after getting enough courage to open my mouth

-You’re not asleep? - he stopped rubbing my arm and sounded pretty shocked

-I really am, I know I should’ve done better, but I was just scared. I don’t know why, it’s not the circumstances, I just felt like I never did that before and it is fucking scary looking at the fact that im supposed to do such stuff everyday starting tomorrow. I think I’ve lost my damn spark, or whatever it was, I should just stayed behind the bar and do what I was good at. I don’t want that job anymore, I don’t want to do that and I’m scarred I’ll fuck someone's life soon, that’s clearly not for me.

He didn’t interrupt my monologue, just grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over so that I was facing him. Is he really fucking smiling right now?

-I know it sounds pathetic and I don’t just feel sorry for myself, I think I-

He interrupted me this time with a soft chuckle followed by a clearly sad face.

-I should apologize to you, I promised to keep my life away from you, but I didn’t really have a choice there. But you did great y/n, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

-My hands were shaking - I said seriously

-Have you ever taken a bullet out of a stranger’s arm? In a motorcycle clubhouse? Surrounded by a dozen of other bikers? - he smiled, but I knew it wasn’t honest

-No, but that’s not the point Juice - I heard my voice trembling, not aware of being at the edge of crying

-Oh don’t do that to me, I hate when you cry, especially when it's because of me, I promised not to do that anymore, remember? - his smile seemed more confident now and I almost fell for it

-It’s not because of you, I don’t want to do that anymore.

-Then don’t - he said calmly looking me in the eyes

-What do you mean, „don’t”?

-Well, just don’t work, be a house wife and let me support you - he got a quiet laugh from me

-I’m sorry I’m such a whiner sometimes.

-I’m sorry I got you into that - he looked at the clock - you should go to sleep now, it’s late.

I didn’t want to know what time it is and I was glad he stayed quiet, knowing how little sleep I’ll get before my first day wasn’t a good idea. I snuggled into his chest feeling relaxed and safe, as I should’ve from the beginning. Next time just talk to him, burying your emotions won’t help.

-Thank you, goodnight.

-Goodnight, I love you.

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I’ve Got You

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I please request a juice x f!reader where he falls for a girl that’s stuck in a toxic, emotionally abusive relationship and she’s in love with juice but afraid to leave her bf. Then one day juice sees bruises on her somewhere and loses it and deals with bf and juice ends up with reader please?

Warnings: 18+, abusive/toxic relationship, mentions of bruises/injuries, language, angst (with a hopeful ending)

Word Count: 7.5k (idk y’all this just turned into a beast of a fic)

A/N: Obviously there is some potentially triggering content in this so please don’t read if it’s going to upset you! Take care of yourselves out there. xo

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You remembered when Juice showed up in Charming. New faces tended to stick out in such a small town, but when one of those new faces had head tattoos and a mohawk, it stuck out even more. The first time you saw him, you did a double-take, and your natural assumption was that he was someone who was just passing through. He didn’t seem like the type to set up shop in a place like Charming. But then you kept seeing him around, week after week.

You made small talk and exchanged pleasantries—that was part of the gig in your line of work. He was always respectful, if not a little clumsy in his interactions with you. He always smiled when you came over, even if some days the smile seemed more genuine than others. He always ordered one of the same three or four things, always tipped well, and always tried to stack his dishes to make it easier for you to clean up after he left.

The two of you had weeks of saying hello, wishing the other a good night, and you checking with him to make sure that the food was okay. You always wanted to start a real conversation, because the more you saw him the more painfully curious you got about him, but you never knew how to go about it. You didn’t know anything about him, and vice-versa, so you didn’t push it. A lot of the time, you wished that he would be the one to start the conversation. But that was a stretch, and you wondered if he ever really noticed you in a capacity beyond the fact that you were usually the waitress who was working on the nights that he came in.

You wished that you could say that you remember the first real conversation that you had with him, but you didn’t. You just knew that one day you found yourself looking forward to your shifts at work, despite the fact that working so late into the night hadn’t been something you were initially thrilled about.

Becoming friends with Juice made you wish that you had met him sooner. Some days you couldn’t help but to think that if Juice had wandered into your life a little sooner, then everything would be a lot different, a lot better. There was a lot to be said about the fact that you felt better, safer, happier at work rather than at home. You were afraid to start unpacking what that meant, so you didn’t. You just took solace in the fact that you had your little pockets of laughter and ease when he would come in.

You heard the bell above the door chime and you looked over to see who it was, confusion rushing through you when you saw that it was your boyfriend who had just walked in. He usually showed up at the end of your shift to pick you up and drive you home, but you weren’t going to be done for another few hours yet—he knew that.

You didn’t try to hide your confusion as he approached the counter, “Hey, baby, everything alright?”

He shrugged, “Yea,” he scanned the mostly-empty diner, “You ready to go?”

Your brows knit together, “N-no? I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’m here till one tonight.”

“You said ten this morning,” he was speaking quietly, but his tone was sharp enough to make you flinch.

“I, I texted you. They need me to stay late because Kate had something with her kid and she can’t get in until—”

“Whatever,” he scoffed, shaking his head, “I’m not waiting around till one in the fucking morning.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach, “How am I supposed to get home?”

He shrugged, toying with the set of keys in his hands, “Call a cab. Figure it out.”

You hated the way your voice was wavering, “Are you serious?”

He looked shocked at the question, “Am I serious? I got work in the morning. I’m not gonna wait around.”

“But—”

“I gotta go,” there wasn’t a shred of remorse in his eyes as he turned around and started to walk away.

Tears were stinging at the edges of your eyes as he walked back out the way that he had come in. You wished that you had the guts to make a scene, to yell at him for being such an asshole, but you just couldn’t force it. Deep down, you knew that nothing would come of it even if you did. Or it would just serve to make things worse, and you didn’t need that.

Turning your back to the door, you leaned back against the counter and buried your face in your hands. Pressing at the inner corners of your eyes, you tried to fight the tears. You focused on your breathing, not wanting to lose it at work, even if there was hardly anyone in the diner at the moment. If you let yourself start crying, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to make yourself stop.

You were so wrapped up in trying to take deep breaths that you didn’t hear the chime signaling that the door opened again. Sucking in a deep breath, you slid your hands so that were resting on the sides of your face, fingers pressing against your temples like that was going to hit pause on all of the emotions swirling around inside of you.

Juice strode up, happily taking a seat at his usual spot at the counter. He waited a beat, but when you still didn’t turn around, he said, “Hey, you good?”

The sound of his voice startled you even though he wasn’t being loud at all. Whipping around, you did your best to plaster on a smile as you nodded, “Yea, I’m good,” you fought the urge to sniffle, “What can I get you, Juice?”

Despite your attempt to continue like things were business as usual, he couldn’t ignore how upset you looked. He knew that he didn’t really have the right to pry, but he had to at least ask, “You sure you’re alright?”

The laugh you let out was weighted with sadness as you tried to dismiss the question, “Just…just boyfriend stuff. It’s not a big deal, really.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, “You’re sweet, Juice, really. But I’m okay.”

He nervously drummed his fingers on the countertop, “Anything I can do?” He saw the way you opened your mouth, almost asking for something, before closing it again and shaking your head. He hated feeling like there was nothing he could do for you, so he pressed it, “What?”

You hated feeling like you had to ask people for help in general, but to feel like you had to ask Juice, who you barely knew outside of a work context, because your boyfriend was shitty and bailed on you felt like a whole new kind of humiliating. Still, if he could it would beat paying for a cab or walking home.

“You can say no, because I know it’s late. But…but do you think that you could give me a ride home at the end of my shift?”

His eyes widened, not expecting that to be the thing that you asked for. It was an easy favor, really, and it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. You were the whole reason he came to the diner anyway. He nodded, “Of course.”

Your relief was impossible to miss, “Yea?”

He nodded, “Yea.”

You let out a sigh of relief, setting your hand on top of his for a brief moment, “Thank you, Juice. Seriously.”

“No problem.”

“I, um, I don’t get off until one. Is that too late?”

“Not at all,” he flashed you a smile, “That’s an early night for me.”

It got a soft but genuine laugh out of you, “Okay. Thank you. I’ll, I’ll grab you some coffee, then.”

The two of you didn’t talk about what had happened before Juice got there. He wanted to ask, but he could tell that it was a very precarious balance that was allowing you to keep yourself together while you were working and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin that. He watched as you worked, flitting around to the few tables that had customers at them so late at night.

You never really talked much about your boyfriend. He knew that you had one because every now and then you’d mention him in passing. But he wasn’t a topic the two of you discussed all that frequently. You never brought him up and, if Juice was being honest, he preferred it that way. It was selfish on his part, but there was always a twinge of jealousy that went through him whenever you brought the guy up. He tried to push it down and ignore it because he knew that he had no right to feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. Now, though, he wondered if he should’ve been pushing a little harder.

When someone finally came in to relieve you from your shift, you felt one weight fall from your shoulders and a whole new one fall onto them. Being done with work was nice, but going home to your boyfriend was something that you were not looking forward to in the slightest. Juice could see it on your face that your mind was somewhere else entirely as the two of you walked towards the door of the diner.

“Oh, um, I probably should’ve said it earlier,” he sounded nervous as he held the door open for you, “but I have my bike. I can bring you home still, but I just, are you comfortable riding?”

You shrugged, giving a shy smile, “I’ve never ridden before.”

“It’s not bad,” Juice reassured you as he handed you his helmet, “I’m a good driver. Promise.”

You chuckled as you clipped on the helmet, “I’ll take your word for it.”

You explained to him how to get to your house. It wasn’t terribly far, so you figured the risk for taking long turns was low. There were jitters running through you as he helped you settle behind him on the bike. You didn’t know why you felt nervous as you settled your arms around his middle, but you did. You desperately wanted to relax into him but something inside you just wouldn’t let you.

Juice turned to glance at you over his shoulder, “You good?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, trying to sound more confident than you felt, “I’m good.”

Taking one hand off the handlebar, he pulled your arms a little tighter around him, making you fall a little closer to him, “I won’t break. Promise.” You let out a soft laugh and Juice tried not to think too much about the feeling of your breath against his neck.

The ride to your house was the most relaxed that you’d felt all day. You weren’t expecting to take to riding on the back of the bike so quickly. Truthfully, you weren’t expecting to enjoy it very much at all. But it felt much safer than you thought it would, although you were sure that Juice was being much more cautious than usual since you were sitting behind him.

As he was approaching the end of your street, you spoke up, “You can drop me off here.”

“What?” his confusion was audible, “I can drop you off at your house. It’s really not a problem.”

You didn’t know how to say that you didn’t want to wake your boyfriend up, the same boyfriend who left you stranded at work to find another way to get home because he didn’t want to wait for you. Saying it out loud would reinforce how absurd the whole situation was, especially when you knew it wasn’t the first or last time that he would pull something like this. You didn’t want to unload all of that on Juice. And, aside from the inconvenience of waking him up, you knew that your boyfriend wasn’t going to like the fact that some guy you knew from work gave you a ride home on the back of his motorcycle. There were too many layers to the issues it was going to cause.

“Really,” you tried to convince him without giving any details, “It’s okay. I’m only a couple houses down the street.”

He rounded the corner onto your street, but he did bring the bike to a stop at the end. Normally he wouldn’t entertain the idea of only bringing someone about ninety-five percent of the way to their destination, but he heard the uncertainty in your voice and he didn’t know what to do with that. He watched as you carefully unhooked yourself from around him and got off the bike.

“Are you okay?” he didn’t try to water down the concern in his tone, “Do you need a place to crash for the night?”

“No,” your response came quick, and you tried to fix the panic in your voice, “I’m fine, Juice, really. I just,” you shook your head, “if I can get to bed without waking my boyfriend up and dealing with all of that, that’d be best. You know?”

He didn’t know. He had no idea. He hated the sadness in your eyes, though, the same look that you’d had on your face all night. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of someone treating you poorly. How could they?

“Can I give you my number?” the words fell out of his mouth before he could think to stop them. He cleared his throat, trying to recover, “Just, you know, in case you need anything. I don’t sleep much, so I’ll always pick up.”

“Juice, you really don’t have to—”

“I know,” he nodded, watching you fidget with the clasp on the helmet as you took it off, “But it doesn’t hurt to have it. Just in case.”

You hesitated, but you finally nodded as you handed your phone over to him, “Okay.”

His shoulders sagged in relief as he took the phone from you and started putting his number in. It crossed his mind as he did so, that it was a little strange that the two of you hadn’t done this sooner. Sure, you didn’t see each other outside of the diner, but he was there fairly frequently, and always stayed for a fairly long time so he could talk with you. He wondered what had stopped him from doing this sooner.

You handed him his helmet when he handed you your phone. Both of you didn’t quite know what came next, how you were supposed to say goodbye. The energy and tension between you were so different because of the circumstances. There was so much left unsaid, so much concern weighing down the air around you both.

“Get home safe, okay?” you finally broke the silence.

“Yea, will do,” he clipped on his helmet but he couldn’t stop looking back and forth between you and the houses on the street, “Promise me you’ll call me if you need me?”

You nodded, doing your best to force a somewhat convincing smile, “I promise. But I’m alright, Juice. Really,” stepping in, you hugged him as best you could while you were standing and he was still sitting on the bike, “Thanks for the ride.”

You started walking towards your house, and every step of the way you had to make a conscious effort not to look back over your shoulder at Juice. It wasn’t until you started walking up your driveway that you heard the sound of his motorcycle taking off. Resting your forehead against your front door, you took a deep breath before slipping the key into the lock and letting yourself inside.

Doing your best to move as silently as possible, you toed off your shoes and dropped your purse by the door. Tip-toeing down the hall to the bedroom, you silently stripped off your work clothes and pulled on an old t-shirt and shorts to go to bed in. Your boyfriend was sleeping peacefully on his side of the mattress, looking perfectly unbothered as he snored and slept away the fact that he had left you stranded only a few hours before. Shaking your head at yourself and at him, you slowly and carefully slipped underneath the covers next to him, turning so that you were lying on your side with your back to him. You glanced over at your nightstand and stared at your phone, and for a moment you contemplated calling Juice to come back and get you.

You were woken up a few hours later by the sounds of your boyfriend getting ready for work. It took a few moments, but you finally forced your eyes open to see how close he was to being ready to leave for the day. Once he was gone you fully intended to go right back to sleep.

“See you made it home,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed to pull his socks on.

You wanted to have a snarky comment, but more than an argument you just wanted him out of the house, “Yea.”

“How’d that happen?”

Nothing that you did the night before had been wrong. Nothing weird or bad had happened between you and Juice, but you knew that that wouldn’t matter. If he knew that some guy gave you a ride home on the back of his motorcycle, he was going to lose his shit. You didn’t have the energy to deal with that.

“I just called a cab,” you lied.

He nodded, standing up after he tied the laces of his work boots, “Good. Maybe next time you’ll remember to tell me when your schedule changes.”

You did tell him. You could grab your phone and show him the message you sent him as soon as you found out. But, again, you just wanted him out, “Right.”

“I’ll be home in time to bring you in tonight,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, a gesture that should’ve felt soft and sweet but it didn’t, “I’ll see you later, babe.”

You nodded, falling back against your pillow as he walked toward the bedroom door, “Bye.”

Despite your initial plans to go back to sleep the second he left, once you heard the front door slam shut behind him, your ability to sleep completely left you. You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out how it all got this bad. You didn’t remember when your whole life started revolving around when he decided he could make time for you. It wasn’t always like that, he wasn’t always like that, but yet here you both were.

When you finally resigned yourself to the fact that you were awake for the day, you forced yourself to get out of bed and shower. The hot water made you feel a little better, but it did nothing to curb the intense exhaustion that was buried deep in your bones. You made yourself breakfast and a cup of coffee and tried to figure out what to do with your day until he came back home to bring you to work. You were hoping that sooner rather than later your body would shut down and you’d be able to take a nap to try and catch up on missed hours of sleep, but you weren’t going to hold your breath.

When you’d caught up on cleaning around the house that afternoon and you still weren’t any closer to falling asleep for a while, you decided that for once you just didn’t feel like waiting around for your boyfriend to come and get you. Part of you was tempted to call a cab and just head to town for a little bit, just to get out and have some time to yourself before you had to work, but before you could follow through on that you found yourself grabbing your cellphone and calling Juice instead.

True to his word, he picked up almost immediately, “Hello?”

“Hey,” you hated how nervous you sounded, “It’s me.”

He chuckled, “Hey, everything alright?”

“Yea. I, um,” you realized that you didn’t really know what exactly that it was you wanted from him besides wanting to see him and also not be home anymore, “I was just wondering if you were free? Maybe wanted to get a cup of coffee?”

He wasn’t expecting that, “Oh. Um, yea, definitely. Do you…do you want me to come pick you up?”

“If you can. If not, no worries I can just—”

“I got it,” you could hear rustling coming from his end of the line and you had the feeling that he was already about to be on his way to you, “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Okay,” you managed a laugh, “Thank you, Juice.”

“Anytime.”

It didn’t take him long at all to get to your house, which told you he was either close by or speeding, and both were equally likely. He parked at the end of your driveway and you were already out your front door before he could walk up and knock. He smiled at the sight of you not in your work uniform for once, although when he spotted the bag hanging off your shoulder, he assumed that that’s what was inside of it.

“I brought a spare this time,” he held a helmet out to you, a proud smile on his face.

You laughed as you took it from him, “Thank you. So,” you asked as you clipped and adjusted the helmet on your head, “You know any good places for coffee?”

He laughed as you climbed onto the bike behind him, “I usually go to you.”

You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling a little more comfortable with it than you had the night before, “There’s no way the diner coffee is that good.”

He was glad that you couldn’t see the embarrassed look on his face, “Yea, guess I don’t really go there for the coffee.”

You assumed that he had thought of another place to go, because before you knew it he was taking off out of your driveway and cruising down the road. You found yourself melting into him in a way that you hadn’t before, but he didn’t seem to mind. Your chest was pressed flush against his back, hands interlocked in front of him. Juice didn’t make a habit of taking girls for rides on his bike, but even if he had he was sure that it wouldn’t have felt quite like this.

He came to a stop on the main street that cut through Charming. Looking around, you spotted a coffee spot that you hadn’t ever noticed before despite how long you had been in Charming. You were so in your usual routine that you never took the time to branch out all that much anymore. You wondered how often Juice came here.

Like he could read your thoughts, Juice spoke as he hung his helmet on the handlebar of his bike, “I’ve never been here, but a guy I work with swears by it.”

“Yea?” Juice had mentioned some of the men in the club before, but never quite like that, “You trust his opinion?”

He shrugged, laughing, “Yea. He’s weird but he’s pretty spot-on when it comes to food.”

The two of you sat at one of the small tables by the large front windows. It was so different to be across from him but on the same playing field for once. You were just existing with him as a person, not as a waitress serving a customer. It felt different to you, but it was nice.

Juice’s friend from work had been right—the coffee was very good. But the drinks became a bit of an afterthought the longer that the two of you sat together and talked. It was nice to not have the interruptions that came when you were at work. You didn’t have to step away mid-story to take care of someone else or run something back to the kitchen. You just got to sit across from him and enjoy his company undisturbed.

You were pretty sure that you could sit and listen to Juice talk all day and never get tired of it. You always looked forward to him coming in to see you, sure, but now that it was essentially just the two of you spending time together, it hit you just how much you found comfort in his company. There was a warmth in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Every time that you smiled or laughed, Juice became mesmerized all over again. Ever since he stumbled across you in the first place all that time ago, he always felt a little better when he was around you. He wouldn’t have been able to explain it to someone if he tried, but there was just something about you that drew him in. He didn’t know what to do with that feeling, knowing that trying to act on it at all would be futile, but that fact didn’t stop him from always circling back to you over and over again. It didn’t feel real that he was really able to sit across a table from you and spend time with you like this. He kept waiting for it to be a dream that he was going to get woken up from.

“Thank you,” you said when there was a pause in the conversation, you couldn’t quite force yourself to meet his eyes as you spoke, “I really needed this.”

Something in the tone of your voice made his heart soften a bit, “No problem. I told you, anytime you need me, I’ll be there.”

His words felt so genuine. There was so much more that you wanted to say, answers to unasked questions that you wanted to give him. But you didn’t want to pop the bubble that the two of you had been in since he came and picked you up. Maybe another time you would try to scratch the surface of the mess you now found yourself in.

The two of you jumped back into lighter conversation again, completely losing track of time as you sat and talked. Part of you was almost tempted not to go to work just so that you could stay with him a little while longer. One night off wouldn’t be the end of the world. How were you supposed to tear yourself away from the man sitting across from you?

You were just about to start telling him another story when your phone started to go off in your pocket. You shot him an apologetic smile as you pulled it out to see who was calling. All of the warmth and joy that had been coursing through you immediately dissipated when you saw the name that was flashing on the screen. Juice noticed the immediate change in your demeanor but before he could ask you answered the call, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Hel—”

You didn’t even get the greeting out before your boyfriend’s voice boomed from the other end of the line, “Where the fuck are you?!”

You cringed, pulling the phone away from your ear in an attempt to ease the blow, “I just—”

“You didn’t think to fucking tell me where you were going to be? I flew here from work so I could get you to your fucking job. And now you’re not even fucking here?!”

Tears were filling your eyes as you tried to get a sentence out before he cut you off again, “I just went to get coffee with a friend.”

His laugh was cruel, “A friend? What fucking friend?”

“You don’t—”

“I hope that friend can get you to work tonight. Because you’re on your own.”

Your lip was quivering and you were trying not to completely break down, “Listen, pl—”

“I’ve got nothing else to fucking say to you.”

You were about to respond but before you could the line went dead. Shutting your eyes tight, you tried to ignore the tears that slipped out onto your cheeks. Dropping your phone on the surface of the table, you buried your face in your hands, shoulders shaking as you started to cry.

Juice had never in his life felt so simultaneously angry and helpless. He was caught between wanting to hold you, and wanting to take off and put an end to the man who made you cry like that. He’d only heard parts of his side of the conversation, but that was all he needed to hear. No wonder you never really seemed to talk about the guy.

He gave you a moment before speaking very softly, “Hey,” he waited for you to finally look at him, “what do you need?”

You tried to take a deep breath and almost succeeded. Wiping the tears off of your face, you said, “A ride to work.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “You’re…you’re still gonna go to work?”

You shrugged helplessly, “Where else am I gonna go?”

He was at a total loss, “I mean, I…I can bring you to work. I just feel like, I don’t know, like maybe we should…” he didn’t know how he wanted to end that sentence.

You shook your head at him, your breathing starting to even out a bit, “It’s fine. Really. I promise,” you propped your elbows on the table and rested your head against your fingertips for a moment, “Whenever he gets like this, he’s always cooled off by the time I get home.”

“Is that what happened last night?” it wasn’t his business but he couldn’t not ask.

You nodded, not able to look him in the eye as you did, “Yea.”

His heart broke for you, “I get it if you don’t wanna stay with me. But really, we should find you somewhere else to crash. I can ask—”

“Juice,” you reached across the table and gently took hold of his forearm, thumb tracing back and forth as you spoke, “it’ll be fine. I know how to handle this. Really,” the frown on his face almost made you backpedal, but you knew that staying away wasn’t going to make things any better for you at home, “Please, right now, I just need a ride to work.”

He hated it, but he wasn’t going to tell you no, either, “Okay.”

You gave his arm a light squeeze, “Okay.”

When he parked outside of the diner, you saw that he went to get off of his motorcycle and go in with you. Handing him your helmet, you tried to stop him, “You don’t have to go in with me, Juice, really. It’s fine.”

“It didn’t sound fine,” he tried not to sound confrontational at all.

“I know,” you couldn’t really argue his point—he was right, “But I got it under control, okay?”

He wasn’t looking for an argument, but he couldn’t pretend that anything about the situation was sitting right with him, “You’ll call me if anything happens?”

You couldn’t remember the last time it felt like someone cared so much, “I will,” putting your arms around him, you wrapped him in a tight hug, like if you held him close enough to you that the rest of it all would just fall away, “I’m sorry, Juice, for all of this. But thank you.”

He tucked his chin against your shoulder, wishing that he could just scoop you up and whisk you away, “You don’t gotta apologize. Just, you know, be safe, alright?”

You could feel it in the way that he held you that he didn’t want to let go, “I will.”

Peeling yourself away from him, you made your way towards the diner. As you reached the door, you turned back to Juice, who was in the same spot, same position as when you’d walked away. For a moment you thought that he really was just going to get off his bike and stay with you for your entire shift. You appreciated his concern, not sure what to do with it. You offered up a small wave to him before entering the building, leaving the both of you to wonder how things were going to play out, leaving both of you to wonder about it alone.

Juice didn’t see you for a few days after that. He wanted to call, but he had a hunch that it might just make things worse for you. He showed up at the diner every day around the time that he would usually see you there, but there was always someone else working. He asked the other waitress that he saw around a lot if she had seen you or heard from you, but she didn’t give him anything. He understood why, but he wished that she would’ve told him something.

He showed up again, knowing that if he didn’t see you there tonight, that he would leave and go to your house himself, consequences be damned. It wasn’t like you to be gone for so long. He took a deep breath as he walked to the door. He was already looking through the glass paneling of it for you before he opened the door and stepped inside. His heart dropped into his stomach when he didn’t see you behind the counter. He was about to turn on his heel and take off when the door to the kitchen swung open, and out you strode with a tray held above your head. You had a smile stitched onto your face as you walked up to the table of customers you were serving, but Juice could see it in your eyes that it was fake. He was relieved to see you, but the knot in his stomach persisted as he wondered where you’d been, what had happened to you.

He sat down at the counter and quietly waited for you to come back over. You were so zoned out, just trying to get through the motions, that you almost didn’t recognize that it was him sitting there. You saw a person in your peripheral, so you instinctively grabbed a menu and got ready to do the usual customer service spiel. However, when you stopped in front of him and finally looked at him, your heart stopped in your chest for a moment.

“Juice,” you set the menu down, not sure what to say, “hey.”

His eyes searched yours intently, looking for something that he wasn’t finding, “Hey. How…how are you?”

You nodded, fiddling with the towel that was draped over your shoulder, “I’m okay. You?”

He sounded so small as he said, “I’ve been worried about you.”

You frowned, not because you were upset with him, but because you were upset with yourself, “I’m sorry.”

He immediately shook his head, “No, no, don’t be. I just…you weren’t here. I wanted to call you but I didn’t know…”

You leaned on your side of the counter, offering a shrug because you didn’t know what else to do, “I wish I had a good answer. Things just, you know, got a little messy.”

“But you’re okay?”

You didn’t want to break his heart by telling him the truth, so you nodded, “Yea, I’m okay,” reaching across the counter, you placed your hand over his, interlocking your fingers to give his hand a squeeze, “Thank you.”

Looking down, you both saw the same thing at the same time. Your sleeve slid up when you reached across, revealing bruises all in different phases of healing dotting your forearm. Juice knew those types of bruises only came from someone grabbing onto you with some serious force. His heart plummeted as he wondered what bruises you had that he couldn’t see.

You quickly pulled your hand back to you, pushing your sleeves down as far as they could go, “Juice, don’t—”

“Did he do that to you?” he sounded fairly calm despite the rage that was bubbling up inside of him.

“I’m not talking about this here,” you shook your head, feeling your body starting to tremble as you thought back on all of it.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he was desperately trying to keep himself in check, not wanting to scare you more than you already were, but he was already having racing thoughts about what he was going to do to the person who left those marks on you, “Just tell me: did he do that to you?”

You could see the anger in him and while it should’ve scared you, it didn’t. You found yourself nodding as you tried to steady your trembling hands. You didn’t know what was going to happen next, but you could feel it in your gut that this was going to be a conversation that changed everything.

“How much longer on your shift?” he asked.

You shook your head, trying to sound as normal as possible, “Only about another hour or so. I started early today so…”

He nodded, “Okay,” he paused, “You…you can’t go back to him tonight.”

“Juice, I—”

“You can’t,” he sounded desperate.

Your lip quivered, “Where am I gonna go?”

“You can stay with me until we figure it out, okay?”

“Okay.”

He nodded, and that was the last that the two of you talked about it. You tried your hardest to slip back into your work persona but it wasn’t easy. You poured Juice a cup of coffee before going off and taking care of the other customers. You felt Juice watching you as you made your rounds. He held onto the coffee mug in front of him but he didn’t take a single sip, mind racing.

When it came time for you to clock out, you almost didn’t want to. Juice stood up from his spot at the counter, and the certainty that he carried himself with gave you some reassurance. You gathered up your things, said goodbye to the other staff who were there, and then quietly followed Juice out to his bike.

Neither of you said anything as you got onto the bike behind him. To think that it wasn’t long ago at all that you’d never even come close to a motorcycle, but now settling in behind Juice felt second-nature to you. It was a tiny bit of comfort in the midst of the worry clouding your mind.

It wasn’t long before he rolled into his driveway. You felt frozen on the bike, and if he didn’t gently clasp his hands over yours, you weren’t sure if you would’ve had it in you to move. You managed it, though. You followed him up the front steps of his house, standing silently as he unlocked the front door and held it open for you to walk in before him.

Looking around, you supposed that his place was about what you had expected. You never gave much thought to what Juice’s house looked like, but it was nice enough. Sparse, sort of what you’d expect from a single man living on his own. It was clean, organized. You were sure that under different circumstances you would’ve felt comfortable there.

Juice gave you a quick tour, pointing out the guest room, the bathroom, and where he kept stuff in the kitchen in case you got hungry. You assumed your stomach would be riddled with too many knots to eat, but you appreciated the gesture.

“You can shower if you want,” he felt bad leaving you but it wasn’t going to be for too long, “Anything here is yours, alright?”

“Alright,” you nodded, twisting your hands nervously.

“I won’t be gone that long. Promise. And I can, I can grab you some of your stuff if you want?”

You nodded, not sure what else to do at that point, “Okay.”

He gently pulled you into a hug, not wanting to scare you or hurt your further, “You’re gonna be fine. I got you.”

That was the last thing that he said before taking back off out the door. You watched from the front window as he called someone on the phone, not that you could hear what was being said. In the blink of an eye Juice was on the back of his bike and taking off down the road, leaving you there to wait for whatever came next.

You did a little snooping around his house, just to keep yourself busy more than anything. You didn’t find anything all that concerning. You contemplated cashing in on the, “What’s mine is yours,” sentiment when you found one of his week stashes, but you refrained. It might’ve done the trick to calm your frayed nerves, though.

You wanted to shower, to wash off everything that you had been thinking and feeling since Juice walked into the diner. But you didn’t want to shower just to have to change back into your work clothes. So, instead, after doing some snooping, then trying and failing to watch something on TV, you made your way to the guest room that Juice had pointed out.

You laid down on top of the comforter, resting your phone on the pillow next to your head so that you wouldn’t miss a call or a text from Juice. You weren’t sure what he would even say, what was even happening, but you knew that you couldn’t afford to miss anything.

At some point you must’ve fallen asleep, but you didn’t remember doing so. You didn’t even remember your eyes starting to feel heavy. But you were woken up some time later by the feeling of the mattress dipping next to you. Your eyes flew open and you shot upright, fumbling to brace yourself.

Juice was sitting there, looking exhausted and guilty for not only waking you up, but for scaring you. The ends of his mouth lifted into the smallest smile you’d ever seen on him, one that was tired and apologetic.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head, trying to get your heartrate and breathing back under control, “It’s okay,” looking at him a little closer, you realized that he wasn’t in the same clothes that he left in, and that he smelled like body wash, like he’d just gotten out of the shower, “What happened?”

“You’re safe,” he nodded, voice still soft.

You were comforted but also conflicted, “Juice, what—”

Even though he cut you off, his voice was still gentle, “He’s not going to hurt you ever again,” he nodded, resting his hand gently on your leg, “You’re safe.”

Tears sprung into your eyes again as you nodded, trembling as you leaned forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder. Your body shook as you started to cry, and Juice did the only thing he knew how to do and he moved closer to you so that he could hold onto you. You gripped tightly onto the fabric of his t-shirt, balling the fabric up in your hands as you pulled yourself as close to him as you could.

Minutes passed by until the both of you lost track of them. It was long enough for you to soak Juice’s shirt in tears, not that he minded at all. He’d hold you for days if that was what you needed. He was fully prepared to do that. He also understood if you pulled away and decided that you couldn’t ever look him in the eyes again. He wasn’t quite as prepared for that, but he knew it could be a possibility.

When you finally pulled away to wipe the last of the tears from your face, Juice prepared himself for the fallout of it all. He waited for you to look at him, and when you did, he had no idea what to make of the look he saw in your eyes.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, “I can go get you—”

“No,” you shook your head, grabbing his hand, “please, stay with me.”

He felt the tension melt out of him as he nodded, “Okay, yea, of course.”

You collapsed back against the mattress and pillow, lying on your side so that you were facing Juice. He scooted closer to you on the bed, his face only an inch or so away from yours. He wanted to reach out and hold you, pull you closer, but he didn’t want to push things too far. Reaching out, you rested your palm against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. In turn, he placed his hand lightly on your hip, not noticing or caring that you were still in your clothes from earlier. He watched as your eyes slowly started to flutter shut. You wanted to say thank you, and he wanted to promise you that nothing would ever hurt you ever again, but neither of you said anything. Instead, you both drifted closer on the mattress until you were chest to chest, legs tangled. Even though you knew you weren’t going to actually fall asleep, it was the most peaceful that you’d felt in a long time.

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