#juice ortiz fanfiction

[juancarlos-ortiz]

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]

Temptation

This is the 8th installment of the Not What It Seems Series

Summary: This takes places months before Silent Leaving. Juice x Readers first hookup during a party at the clubhouse. As always 18+.

Juice was barely able to concentrate on what he was doing over the music and general chaos that happened during a club party. One voice stood out above the rest and he looked up to see you and Opie deep in an argument. "I don't get what she sees in that idiot" muttered Piney who had been sitting with Juice. Juice turned to him with a raised brow. "I'm just saying my son has no idea how to treat a woman. He has been locked up most of their relationship and she just caught him with his hands up that blonde bimbos skirt.

Juice kept his expression neutral before turning back to where you were stalking away to the dorms leaving Opie laughing before going back to the blonde. "I think I'm going to retire. Got a lot to do" stated Juice as he downed the last of his drink and closed his laptop. Piney simply nodded before moving away to sit with Chibs and Tig.

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You were staring at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom when you saw Juice walk by the cracked door. You splashed water on your face to cool yourself after the argument with Opie. This shit was getting old and for the life of you, you still didn't' get why it was so important to your mom and stepdad that the two of you be together. You and Opie were like water and oil.... and you were getting closer and closer to lighting that ogre motherfucker on fire to be honest.

Stepping out of the bathroom you noted that Juice had left his door opened. He had always had your back and was one of your best friends. Not wanting to go home you made your way down the hall to his room. Pushing the door open you noted him at his desk. "Can I come in for a bit" you asked when he turned at the creak of the door. "Of course" replied Juice when he turned and saw you standing there.

Shutting the door behind you. You kicked your heels off and flopped onto his bed with a heavy sigh. Juice closed his laptop and turned in the chair so he could see you. "You okay?" he asked casually as his eyes roamed over the curve of your ass as you lay face down on the bed. "Think I'm just over doing what I'm told. It's gotta be obvious to everyone that Opie and I are not compatible." you murmured. "Fair" replied Juice as he contemplated his next move.

"I could show you a better time" the words were out of Juices mouth before he could even think through the repercussions. The words hung between you two for a couple minutes before you turned over on your side to look at him. The moment your eyes met his heated brown ones it was like you had been electrocuted. You couldn't deny the chemistry you two had.

"Show me" you pleaded as you sat up pulling your top over your head. Juice didn't need much encouragement before he had his own shirt discarded and was on the bed his lips crashing onto yours. Within a few minutes the two of you were a mess of tangled limbs, sweat and moans that echoed down the dorm hall. "Damn Juice is getting it" slurred Opie as Jax helped him make his way to his own dorm room. Jax simply grunted as they started to pass Juices door. "Dammit" muttered Jax as Opie lurched towards the door slamming it open.

"Fuck that shit up man" boomed Opie as his unfocused eyes looked over the two figures on the bed. "Sorry" called Jax as he yanked Opie back into the hallway and shut the door as quickly as possible.

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Juice was thankful he had you face down in his pillow as he pounded you from behind when the door flung open. He was so entranced with watching his cock disappear into you and your sweet moans and gasps ring in his ear that he hadn't even faltered in his pace. You were so high on the after effects of multiple earth shattering orgasms that you had hardly registered the intrusion. At this point you were just glassy eyed as your body took every ounce of pleasure Juices skilled hands, mouth and cock put on you.

***

An hour later the two of you were at his actual house after sneaking out of the back door at the clubhouse. Showered and in on of his hoodies you couldn't be more content as he tugged you closer to him in his bed.

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[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Love Me Like You Do~Part 2

Juice Ortiz X Reader

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Clay, Jax, Opie, Bobby, Tig, Piney and Juice all arrived back at the Clubhouse, signaling for the others to join them in Chapel.

Happy and Chibs left the shop to follow. Inside, Clay hit the gavel to get started.

“Chibs, Hap, you guys remember Piney’s daughter (Y/N)?”

“Aye.” Chibs replied. Happy nodding.

“She’s back. Settling down back in Charming. She’s opening a little roadside bar on the outskirts of town. I want a protection detail on her so no one messes with her. She’ll be living there, too. Said there’s an apartment type house out back.” Piney said to the group.

“Agreed.” Everyone said.

“What cut will we take for the protection?” Clay asked.

Opie and Jax scoffed. “Really, Clay? She’s family. You expect her to pay us a fee for watching over her?”

He shrugged. “This Club is in the business of protection.”

“Then take my part. I’ll pay to protect my daughter.”

“No disrespect, Pres, but I don’t feel right asking her to do that. Like Jax said, she’s family.” Tig chimes in.

“Put it to a vote. Protection for (Y/N) free of charge?” Clay asked.

All hands went up. He sighed. He slammed the gavel down. “Any new business?”

“Things with the Irish are on track. All looks well for awhile longer.” Chibs said.

“Books are straight. Still in the black for a few more months.” Bobby replied.

Clay nodded. “Good. Meeting adjourned.”

Opie, Jax and Juice walked to the bar where the Prospect, Half-Sack, was.

“Listen, Opie’s little sister is back. I’m going to need you to go with Juice tomorrow and give her a hand with anything she needs. She’s got crews coming in but she needs things moved out.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“I’ll go, too. Don’t have any repairs due tomorrow.” Happy said.

“Juice, do me a favor. When you help her set up the security cameras, make sure to set some up around the back facing her apartment. I want to make sure she stays safe.” Opie got close.

“Of course. I’ll see what system she wants and set it all up. I’ll make a backup location for all feeds to my laptop here, just in case.”

“One more thing. The two of you are close in age. Besides my wife and kids, she’s everything to me. Don’t try any funny business with her. Understand?”

Juice nodded. “Yeah. Got it.”

Jax stood behind them smirking. Opie slapped the Puerto Rican’s back. “Good. Now, I’ve got to get home and let Donna know to cook extra.”

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As I drove to Donna and Opie’s for dinner, I couldn’t help but look around at how much things changed around Charming over the last three years. Taking note to try out the coffee shop, I turned down the little street that led to my brother’s.

As I neared the house, I seen Kenny and Ellie out front playing. When I pulled in, they instantly started yelling.

“Aunt (Y/N)!”

“We missed you!”

I hugged them both to me. “I missed you guys! My goodness y’all have grown!”

Kenny looked behind me. “Whoa. Cool car! What kind is it?”

“This my little man is a 1970 Dodge Challenger in special order Purple. My Grandpa had this restored for me for my birthday last year.”

“Can I drive it?”

“I don’t think so.”

I turned around and smiled. “Hi, Donna!”

She smiled back and held her arms out. “Hi, (Y/N). It’s good to see you again.”

“Come on. Let’s washed up. Dinner is almost ready.”

Dinner was a wonderland event. Catching up with my niece and nephew on school and sports. After dinner and dessert, I helped get Kenny and Ellie ready for bed and then joined Opie and Donna on the porch.

“It’s good to have you back. Opie hasn’t stopped smiling since he came home. Kept trying to get it out of him why but he just told me it was a surprise.”

I sat back in the rocking chair. “It’s good to be back. I can’t wait to get started on the bar tomorrow.”

“Juice will be there with Kip and Happy. Later on me and Jax will come by.”

“You still stay at home?” I asked Donna.

“Yeah. Sometimes I think about going back to work though. I usually sit here bored when Al the housework is done and kids are in school.”

I gave her a smile and leaned over. “Well, I’d like to make an offer. You can take it if you want. Discuss it with brother dearest here. I’d like to offer you a job working with me. I’d pay you $10 an hour, make your own hours around the kids. Weekends if you want and you keep all tips. Plus I have an apartment out back the kids can hang out in if you don’t have a sitter.”

She was speechless. I looked at my watch and stood. “I’ll leave you two to discuss. If you want the job, it’s yours. I’ll be up early tomorrow to get ready for everyone to show up to work. So come on by if you do.” I gave them a hug before I left, and a kiss to the side of my head from Opie.

“Thank you, sis.”

I gave him a wink before I headed off.

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“Juice, we’re ready in ten.” Happy stuck his head in my dorm room.

“Yeah. Im coming.” He zipped his backpack up and slug it on his shoulder.

Juice couldn’t think of anything other than (Y/N) since he met her yesterday. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing her again. He couldn’t help but think she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. What drew him to her the most was her curves. She had curves in all the right places and she knew how to carry herself. A smile crept on his face at the thought of spending time with her setting up her security cameras and being close to her.

It didn’t take long for the three bikers to pull up to the old bar. Juice couldn’t help but eye the car that sat out front.

“Damn. If that’s her’s, little girl has style.” Happy spoke.

“As a matter of fact, Hap, it is. A birthday gift last year from Grandfather.”

(Y/N) stood on the steps, hands on her hips. Juice’s breath caught as he looked at her. She stood there in a purple sequined tank top, blue jean shorts that showed her thick legs and biker boots. Her (y/c/h) was pulled up away from her face.

“Hey, little girl.”

She smiled as she came down the steps. “Hey, Hap. Good to see you again. It’s been ages.”

Happy nodded. She then turned her attention to Juice and Kip. “You must be the Prospect, Kip. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.” Kip said, hands in his pockets.

“Good to see you again, Juice.” She smiled at him.

“You, too.”

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“Well, let’s get inside and get started. I got coffee and donuts inside for you guys. Let me show you two what I need done then Juice and I have some business in the office.”

I waved the guys inside and gave Happy and Kip instructions to what I needed. Before they could get started, Donna walked in.

I smiled. “Does this mean you want the job?”

“I want the job. Ope and I talked about it. Making my own hours could help and the extra money would be a plus.”

I gave her a hug. “I’m so happy.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Now, I’ve got security business to work on. Could you keep these two in line and make sure they don’t take too many coffee breaks? I need all this cleared out so we can get repairs done.”

“You got it.” Donna put her bag on the counter and started helping Kip and Happy.

I turned to Juice. “Looks like we’re together. The office is this way. It’s big enough to store all the monitors and such. I had the best security system delivered. I just have no clue on how to set everything up.” I chuckled.

Juice chuckled and smiled. “That’s what I’m here for. I can get you set up in a jiff.”

The two of us sat for a few hours, discussing every angle inside and out where to put the cameras. One on each corner on the outside, both sides of the bar for multiple angles and facing the bathrooms and in the kitchen. Lastly, he told me my dad and brother wanted one facing my apartment. I agreed.

As I watched him put up all the cameras and angle them, me looking down at the laptop every once in awhile to make sure it was set, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. The way his biceps moved under his shirt and the sweat rolling off his tan skin.

“Alright. I think that does it. Let’s go take a look at all of them.” He climbed down, bringing me from my daydreaming.

We walked back into my office and he showed my how to switch the cameras and how to back them up.

“Now, this here is where all feeds are stored. I also made a backup file that goes directly to my laptop as a precaution in case something should happen. It’s always with me at the clubhouse or my place.”

I turned to him and smiled. “Thanks, Juice. I really appreciate it.”

He gave me a breathtaking smile and looked down. “No problem.”

“(Y/N)? Jax and Opie are here with the others.” Donna said from the office door.

I gave her a nod and Juice and I walked out to the main bar. Opie was unloading bags of takeout for everyone and Jax was passing out drinks.

“Well, there’s my favorite Lass!”

“Chibsy! My favorite Scotsman!”

We hugged each other tight before we all sat down to eat. Opie brought my favorite from the Chinese place and Jax remembered my favorite beer.

“So, sis, any names for this place?”

I nodded. “Pop quiz time, big bro. Let’s see if you can guess. What’s my favorite color?”

“Purple.”

“And my favorite gemstone that’s purple?”

“Amethyst.”

“Correct. Now, where is this place sitting?”

“Outer edge of Charming?” He asked questionably.

I raised my brows and waved my hands at him.

“Amethyst Edge?”

I turned to my new favorite Puerto Rican and pointed. “Brownie points to Juicy Boy! Yes. Amethyst Edge. I was approved for the name. My business license will be in soon and all I need is a fancy schmancy sign and I’ll be set.”

“I can draw you up some designs. Find one you like I got a guy who can make it.” Happy spoke up.

“Thanks, Hap.”

The rest of the day went smoothly. The guys finished getting all the old booths and tables out, the crew was halfway finished redoing the kitchen area and me and Donna worked on a menu for food and sending out an ad in the local paper for help.

The day was winding down and everyone was heading home, promises of seeing me again the next day. As I was locking the front door, I heard my name being called.

“Hey, (Y/N). Listen, if you need anything, you know, security system wise, here’s my number. Don’t be afraid to call or anything.”

I took the paper with Juice’s number on it. “Thanks. I’ll send you a text later so you can have my number, too.”

He gave me a smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he climbed on his bike and drove away. I went to my little apartment, grabbed my pajamas and showered. Once done, I laid in my bed and grabbed my phone and the slip of paper beside it.

*Hey, it’s (Y/N)*

*Hey. Got you saved. :)*

*Awesome. See you tomorrow?*

*Yeah. I’ll be there after work.*

*Okay. See you then. Goodnight.*

*Goodnight, (Y/N)*

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[drabbles-mc]

Shooting Stars

Happy Lowman x Juice Ortiz

Warnings: 18+, mentions of anxiety

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: comet

Word Count: 386

A/N: i think about these two so much and i love them so dearly

“People think it’s a shooting star,” Juice said as his leg bounced, “but it’s actually a comet.”

“Mhm,” Happy grunted out before taking a sip of his beer.

The two of them were sitting on the roof of the clubhouse, the chaos and noise below just static to them now. The sky was so clear, so beautiful. It was a peaceful world from the rooftop up, a stark contrast to everything underneath it. That was how the two of them had ended up there in the first place.

“Sorry.” Juice’s gaze dropped down to the bottle that he held in his hand, fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of it. “I know I talk a lot. Especially when—I just get—”

“Don’t apologize,” Happy cut him off. His voice was firm, but not mean the way that it sometimes could be. “I’m listening.”

Those last two words got the worry lines creasing Juice’s brow to disappear. He did ramble sometimes, especially when he was anxious—Happy knew that better than anyone. But he would rather sit there and listen to Juice go on and on about stars and comets and things that Happy had no real personal stake in, than make Juice suffer through more of the chaos of the party downstairs which was what made him anxious in the first place.

Happy had masked the direction to go up to the roof as wanting some alone time, but really it was because he could see Juice was about to start crawling out of his skin. In a little while, when their drinks were finished and Juice had unwound enough for his leg and fingers to still, he’d realize that.  For now, though, he continued to go on about all the differences between stars, planets, and comets. Happy listened, which he preferred to talking anyway.

With his hand that wasn’t holding onto his beer bottle, Happy reached over and rested his hand on Juice’s knee. Juice didn’t miss a beat in the sentence he was saying when Happy did that. He was still talking as he reached and threaded his fingers with Happy’s, the motion an instinctive one by that point. Happy stayed silent, but there was a flicker of a smile across his face as he brought his beer bottle back to his lips.

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[j0hnny-d3pp]

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]

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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[garbinge]

Picnic

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Day 20 from these April Prompts: Picnic

Summary: Just a biker picnic gone wrong.

Words: 1.3k words

A/N: First time writing juice and I decided to go a little more fluff heavy which I think made me stuggle with this a little more than I thought so I added in some angst at the end lol. 

Warnings: Mentions of guns, bullets, shooting, blood, wounds, not too much though, but also flulff in the beginning hehe. SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

Normally the scene of hundreds of bikers in the park would turn heads but this was the one time a year where everyone in Charming accepted it. The annual Charming x Redwood fundraiser, food, raffles, contests, all to raise money for Charming schools and recreation. 

The entire Redwood charter was there obviously, but the invite had extended out to multiple charters in the surrounding areas. That’s why the park had been packed with kuttes and bikes. 

You had just laid down your picnic blanket and put out your bag full of snacks that you had bought from one of the concession stands that were set up. You pulled a book out of your bag and were about to sit down when you heard your name being called. Turning, you saw Gemma with her hands full making her way over to one of the raffle tables. 

“I need you to help me set this up.” Gemma called over to you. 

With a deep sigh that you tried to hide well you made your way over. The one ask, turned into many and before you knew it you were all over the little area of the park you were permitted to be on. 

Just as you were setting up a table full of baked goods, you felt hands wrap around your waist. You jumped back out of reflex but you relaxed when you heard his laugh and you moved back into his arms. 

“Hey, I’ve been lookin’ for you.” He squeezed you a little tighter before you turned around in his arms resting your hands on his kutte. “Where ya been?”

“I’ve been around, Gemma asked for my help setting up. I laid out some stuff over there,” You pointed to your blanket that was abandoned near one of the larger trees in the area. 

“You wanna go chill for a bit? I miss you.” His voice was chipper. 

It was true, between your job, the club, and just everyday life things, it had been a while since you just had a moment alone with your boyfriend. 

“I wish I could but Gem’s got me setting this up and then I’m on kid duty.” Your head moved over your shoulder where the swingset was to point towards the group of kids who were running around frantically, climbing on things and making havoc. 

Juice let out a laugh, his hands still wrapped around you. 

“You two go, be in love.” Gemma’s voice alerted from the other side of the table as she placed down more sweets. “I got this and I’ll have one of the girls watch the kids.” 

It was rare that Gemma offered compassion to anyone let alone you. Your brows frowned as you stared at her in question. “You sure?” 

“Yea, I’m sure. Just wrap it up,” Her brows lifted and a smile crept up on her face, “we got enough gremlins runnin’ around right now, don’t need more.” 

The comment earned a chuckle from both you and Juice. He grabbed your hand and led you over to the picnic blanket before Gemma could change her mind. 

Juice made himself at home on the blanket without a second thought, using the tree as a backrest and patting next to him for you to join. Grabbing your book from your bag you plopped down on the blanket, using Juice’s lap as a headrest. His hand came and began to caress the top of your head, causing you to close your eyes for a minute and soak in the affection. 

“Whatcha readin’?” Juice asked, looking down at the book that was now laying flat, open, and down on your chest. 

“Nothing if you keep massaging my head like that.” You hummed still with your eyes closed. 

Juice let out a chuckle and then his face went into confusion. “I’m not sure if that means I should stop or keep going.” His hand had stopped moving now, but it was still on the crown of your head. 

You smiled while grabbing the hand on your head and bringing it to your lips to place a soft kiss to it before picking back up the book. “I got snacks over there, feel free to have at it.” 

Before Juice was able to even think about grabbing a snack, his name was being called by the club. 

“Juicey!” Chibbs’ accented raised voice alerted you both to look over at the group of guys who were in the middle of getting into something. The lot of them were laughing and drinking which made you realize it wasn’t something club related they needed him for, but maybe just as much you missed him they did too. Juice’s smile grew on his face even when he looked back at you. 

“Go.” You rolled your eyes, if you wanted time with Juice you were going to have to plan it later, if he said no to them now, he’d just be called over later. 

“Love you.” He pecked your cheek before getting up and jogging over to the guys, leaving you alone on the picnic blanket. 

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You weren’t alone for much longer before you were dragged back over to the life of the party. At least it included the group of guys, you were able to get some time in with Juice even if it wasn’t just the two of you. 

The group of you stood as you played some version of cornhole in the middle of the park, you had so many drinks that it had turned into some form of soccer and cornhole combined. 

“Come on, Tiggy, toss it over.” You called out as Juice stood behind you blocking the cornhole board as Tig kicked the bean bag over with a laugh. Before the bean bag reached halfway over to you, there was a loud popping noise causing pretty much everyone around you to get alert. That was until the popping continued and it sounded almost like cracking. There wasn’t a chance for you to get a glimpse at what was happening because Juice was moving on top of you. His arm moved over your body and he pushed you to crouch down as he blocked you from the outside world. 

Bullets. His actions made you realize you were being shot at. Some of the guys were quick to respond by shooting back while others were quick to protect the innocents around them. Juice being one to come to your protection without second thought. Your heartbeat rose as your body thumped against the ground, Juice’s body heat against your back being the only thing to bring you any sort of security or comfort until the shooting stopped.

“Holy shit, you alright?” He spoke directly to your ear as he was crouched around you. 

“Yea, yea. I’m fine.” You were now standing up with him as he checked you over eagerly, not realizing your shoulder got clipped. “Next time, let’s just have a picnic by ourselves.” You joked while a part of you was being serious. 

Juice’s eyes went wide as they zoned in on your shoulder that was leaking blood out of it slowly, nothing fatal but enough to be a cause for concern. 

“Yea, good idea.” Juice quickly used his gloved hands to apply pressure to your wound which is when the reality of everything set in and the adrenaline wore off. Your face filled with worry and scrunched up in pain. His eyes met yours and while his expression was filled with worry too, it was also filled with determination.

“Hey, once we get this cleaned up, I’m takin’ you on the best fuckin’ picnic you ever had.”

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[filipfuckingtelford]

Just before the shadows fall. Part 1

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic.

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Juice was sitting with his brothers at the bar in the clubhouse, having beer. He was looking at Happy from time to time, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the right moment and finally the killer noticed it.

"What?" Lowman turned to Ortiz suddenly making him jump.

"What what?" Juice still wasn't sure if he was ready to ask especially now when Happy seemed annoyed.

"You're staring at me like I'm a ghost or something, what do you need, boy?" Happy rolled his eyes.

"Um... yes, I was just wondering is it true that you own a tattoo studio?" Juice finally asked his quiestion.

"Yeah, for almost four years now, why?" Happy shrugged when he realised the boy didn't need anything special.

"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.

"So?" Hap raised his brows as if he couldn't understand where this was going.

"I was wondering if you will give me a contact of the artist who works in your tattoo shop" Juice shrugged.

"What for?" Happy was now teasing the boy and Tig, Bobby and Chibs who were watching him started chuckling quietly.

Juice rolled his eyes "I wanted a contact of your artist. From you tattoo shop. So I will have my new tattoo done by the artist at your tattoo shop"

"Okay" Happy wrote a number on the napkin and passed it to Juan Carlos.

"Oi, our kid is going to meet her finally" Chibs smirked and nudged Tig's shoulder.

"Yeah, right. It's gonna be interesting" Trager nodded watching Juice who was saving the phone number to his cell.

"What are you talking about, guys?" He looked at his brothers confused.

"Oh just go there and you will see" Bobby nodded.

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Y/N opened her eyes and gasped, looking at the ceiling. This dream felt so real though Juice was gone so long ago. Seeing him was something to unsettle her and she sat up in her bed trying to calm down. Chibs growled in his sleep and woke up as he felt his wife move. He looked at her confused. "What happened lass?" "I just had a..." Y/N paused, she couldn't call it a nightmare. She was so glad to see Juice alive even if it was just a dream.

"Just had what?" Chibs sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"A dream" She sighed leaning closer to Filip and closing her eyes. Y/N didn't know how to tell her old man about what she'd seen.

"What was it, lass? Don't make me worry, what happened?" Chibs seemed to really worry about his old lady at this point.

"I've had a dream about Juice" Y/N finally confessed. This boy was long gone and Chibs and her didn't talk about him ever. Both of them cared about Juice, both of them were struggling with grief of him being gone. Filip knew why it happened though but he never told his wife about it. "Oh, lass" Chibs sighed, holding her closer to himself "I know ye miss him. I miss him too. But it's long gone, try to calm down and have some sleep" Y/N only nodded slightly and laid down as soon as Filip let her go. She nestled to him as close as she could searching for comfort. Yet as she closed her eyes she saw Juice again. His bright smile, so careless and happy, his big brown eyes. The boy was something special, the way he looked, how much he loved his brothers. Y/N never knew what happened to him and it was something that haunted her even after several years.

Being comforted with Chibs' hug, Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep again without any dreams luckily.

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Y/N was in the tatoo shop, her client just left and she was cleaning her workstation waiting for the next one to come. It was Juice and she had all evening booked for him as she usually did for Sons since their tattooes were always interesting yet complicated.

The door bell rang announcing Juan Carlos' arrival. Y/N turned to him and stood up to greet the client.

"Hello, Juice. How are you today?" She asked with a soft smile, admiring this handsome boy.

"Hi, Y/N" Otriz greeted, leaning against the counter, his big brown eyes fixed on her "I'm good, nice to see you"

The tension in the air was so thick. The two of them liked each other there was no doubt, but none of them dared to make a move. Y/N was a professional though so she forced herself to think about the new ink he wanted. They've been discussing it recently and she managed to draw several scetches for Juice to pick the one he liked.

"Let me know which one you want" She put several papers on the counter infront of Ortiz and he looked at those, whistling.

"Wow. I'd have all of those if I could" He laughed looking at the designes Y/N offered while she was picking paints and napkins she needed for work. Finally Juan Carlos took one of the papers and nodded "This one"

"Okay, Juice, but it's the last time I draw such a creepy shit for you" Y/N teased as the so to called face he wanted really was scary "Take your shirt off and get yourself comfortable"

"Okay. Sorry for that" The boy realy seemed to be sorry, but he didn't say anything else, instead he took his kutte off and placed it on the back of the chair, then his t-shirt was off with one move.

Y/N couldn't stop herself from looking at him, his body was perfect and oh god this boy was hot. She was so glad to have a legal reason to touch him.

Juice sat down and allowed Y/N to start her work. For awhile there was no other sound than a quiet buzz of the tattoo gun and she was enjoying the process. Y/N noticed that Juice was sometimes looking at her and they were so close to each other it could be easy to kiss him right now. The thought just didn't go no matter how she tried to make it to.

Suddenly, when she paused to add some more paint to her gun, she heard Juice's voice, a bit shaky and low. He seemed nervous.

"Will you... um... I wanted to ask you out, Y/N" Juan Carlos said never taking his eyes off of her.

Y/N raised her brows surprised as she turned to him. Oh god he was nervous, it was so obvious, she couldn't hide a smile forming on her lips. How could she reject him? Those big brown eyes were making her heart melt.

"I'd love to, Juan Carlos" Y/N nodded and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

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Y/N woke up trying to figure out what was going on with her. Why all of a sudden she started having dreams about Juice? Why did she have a crush on him in those dreams? They were quite close, that was true, but there was nothing between them ever. She always loved Chibs. And Juice passed away several years ago.

This second dream happened while Chibs was on the run and waking up from a dream like that in an empty house was not what Y/N needed. She turned the light on and took her phone. It was 4 am. Too early to call Filip.

"Fuck" Y/N sighed and got out of bed, she went to the kitchen and poured herself some wine to calm down. Taking a sip she sat on the couch trying to recall every detail of the dream she had.

She was someone else. Same name, but Y/N remembered looking at herself in the mirror in a dream and she looked different. In real life she had black hair, bob haircut, green eyes. In her dream it was a blong girl with long curly hair and her eyes were so bright blue it hardly could exist in reality.

The tattoo shop existed though, Happy was the owner and it was exactly the same in her dream, but Y/N knew both artists who worked there for last seven years, none of them looked like this girl. She never saw her, yet in her dream she was this girl. And in her dream Y/N had no idea about herself, like she didn't exist at all. Like she was seeing some parallel univers with her other life. It was weird, but couldn't harm her after all.

She downed her wine and it helped to ease her nerves a little so Y/N went back to bed. She decided to not tell Chibs about this dream, she didn't want him to doubt her, because no matter how much she missed Juice, here in her real life the only man Y/N loved was Filip.

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Y/N was at home, small flat at the edge of the town. She was waiting for Juice to come, he promised, and he was late. He was never late, using any opportunity to see her since they've started dating. And now she was worried. Something happened and she knew it. Dialing his number again and again she was walking back and forth in her bedroom but he never answered her calls.

She finally headed to the living room and sat on the couch, turned the TV on and tried to distract herself with anything. Y/N didn't notice how she fell asleep, holding her phone tight in case Juice will call.

The knock on the door made her wake up. She ran to the door and opened it without a second thought. Y/N knew it was her boy, though there could be any kind of a stranger outside. It was Juice though. He seemed tired, several bruises on his face, but he was alive and he came to her.

"Boy, god, I was so worried" Y/N pulled him inside and closed the door, then cupped his face with her palms gently and kissed him. It made Ortiz hiss with pain, but he kissed her back eagerly.

"I'm sorry, girl. Had some shit to sort out" Juice apologized, holding her in his arms. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you and you won't like it"

"God. What is it?" Y/N pressed her forehead against his, trying to calm down. Kissing his lips again and again.

"We'll get arrested and sent to jail tomorrow" He sighed.

This was not what Y/N expected. She knew it could happen. Happy was in jail couple of times since they met. But for Juice it was so not fair. They've been together for only a month now and he would be taken away from her. And god only knows what could happen while he was inside.

"Fuck, boy, it's so unfair!" Y/N whimpered against his lips, her palms stroking his head.

"I know, girl. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it" Juice sighed, kissing her back. He needed to feel more of her while he could.

"What did you do?" She asked, though she knew the answer.

"I can't tell, I'm sorry" Ortiz said exactly what she expected to hear. He hated that he couldn't tell her anything about the club and Y/N knew it "But it's not only me, most of the club will be arrested"

"God" She closed her eyes fighting back tears "For how long?"

"One or two years, girl. I don't know exactly" Juice confessed after a pause. Then he pulled away slightly, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. So blue, so bright. He adored her eyes as much as she loved his "I will understand if you want to break up, baby. I know this is not what you deserve, just let me stay with you for this last night"

"Silly boy. Do you really think I will abandone you because of this?" Y/N felt tears running down her face. "I won't go anywhere, Juice. There's nothing in this world that can make me leave you. I will be right here waiting for you to come back"

She needed him to know he would be missed and she will be waiting for him.

"Fuck, girl, I will miss you so damn much" Juice smiled faintly, kissing her again "Don't cry, please, It's breaking my heart. I didn't mean to hurt you, ever"

Y/N felt so lost and hurt. But at the same time she knew, he needed support now. Not the right time to be selfish and pity herself. She had to take care of her boy.

"You know what?" She said, tugging him towards the bedroom "I don't want any sorrow tonight. We still have some time together"

"You sure?" Juice seemed hesitant as he was led towards the bedroom. They've been dating for a month but never stepped on the next level.

"As much as I like to tease you, boy, I want you to know exactly what will be waiting for you when you come back" Y/N smiled gently and leaned closer, whispering right to his ear "Juan Carlos"

Every time she was whispering his name Juice felt his heart race, it made him want her so bad and he couldn't help it.

"Minx" Ortiz laughed, allowing her to lead him to bedroom.

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Y/N woke up still feeling Juice's touch. His lips, his hands. His body. It was so wrong, she didn't know what to do. Her husband, the only man she ever loved in her life was sleeping next to her. It was always Chibs. But now she had dreams about Juice, with every new one she loved him more, there in the dream. In reality it only made her miss him and feel sorry about him.

She sighed and laid down, nestling next to Chibs who hugged her not even waking up. Protecting her was his instinct. Y/N felt comfortable and safe, as she usually felt next to her husband. She just kept asking herself what were those dreams about and couldn't find an answer.

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[loveinkfanfics]

Hiiiyyiiiieeeee!!! Here's a lil peek at a different Juice fic..."Burro".

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Moni looked him over. “I heard you got a burro of your own. Why couldn’t they do it?”

Now it was Jax’s turn to raise his eyebrows in a question.

“A tech guy," she explained.

Jax nodded but didn't answer her question. “Juice," he called out over his shoulder.

Moni watched as the guy with the head tattoos stepped forward. She let her eyes flick over him for a millisecond. The zip-up hoodie and cut didn’t quite hide the thickness of his build. 

This is more like it. A slow smile blossomed on her face, “Juice, huh?”

Juice straightened his shoulders, unconsciously flexing, deepening the frown he already wore. “Yeah.”

Moni looked amused if anything. “Okay then.” Looking past him, she addressed Jax. “Is payment going to be an issue? Normally it’s up front.”

“No,” T.O. spoke up and glanced at Jax, “It’s already been discussed.”

Taking the envelope T.O. offered, she let its weight settle in her hand. “Well, this is gonna take a minute, gentlemen. You staying?”

Jax turned and looked at the rest of his crew. Tig shrugged nodding yes and Jax turned back to her, "Stayin' darlin'."

Moni's nostrils flared at the false endearment. Puting a hand on her hip, she took on a sharper tone than she had been speaking with. “Okay, then. You're welcome to anything in the fridge and those cabinets there. And I’m all for day drinking but gentlemen…this is my house. Respect my shit.”

Tig smiled wide, “We’re house broken, sweetheart.”

Moni let out a sigh. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Her smooth voice returned when she addressed her new partner in crime. “C’mon, Juice. Let’s go play.”

With a grin, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him along. Juice looked over his shoulder at the rest of them confused as hell, disappearing behind the red door. After a beat of silence, T.O. burst out laughing. “Your boy, man.” Chuckles all around, relieved the tension. “You see his face?”

Happy snorted, “Looked scared to death.”

Chibs chuckled, “She’s gonna eat ‘im alive.”

“I wish I could say she’s harmless.” T.O. deadpanned. “But far as I know, she don’t fuck with clubs.”

“You mean she turned you down,” Tig cracked, opening the refrigerator and passing out beers.

“Fuck you,” T.O. spat before taking a long pull from his bottle.

“Hard pass, brother!” Tig tossed back without so much as pulling his head from the fridge.

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I just love pics of him looking smart.😜 Hope you're having a lovely Sunday!💜🥰💜

OOOH YASSSS GIRL!!! I love a cute and confused Juice!! 🤭🥰 Can’t WAIT to read more of this one!!!

Also a HUGE fan of smart looking Juice with all them rings…also a profile shot 🔥🔥🔥

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage Masterlist

Fic Content Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Gore, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Stalking, Spousal Abuse (off page/not described in detail), Injury, Weapons, Gun Violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[ravennaortiz]

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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Love Me Like You Do

Juice Ortiz X Reader Fic

*Hello my dears! Please be patient with me as this is my 1st SOA fic! Thought I’d try it out here with you wonderful peeps! Now, a little about this story:

Reader is Opie’s half little sister (we’re going to say they share Piney as a dad, she has a different mother than Ope)

She returns home to Charming to own her own business

Reader is plus sized (since that is what I identify as and can write from personal experience)

This may not follow the seasons. It’s an idea that popped in my head from the song it’s named after. I hope you enjoy it! Please, feedback is appreciated!*

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~He was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed until he walked into my life. The day I returned home, that’s when I met him. That was the day my life changed. ~

I stood in the middle of the old building, just coming from signing the paperwork to make it mine, for a cheap price I might add, from the old man who used to own it. I couldn’t help but smile. My smile grew bigger as I heard the motorcycles pulling up out front. This is what I had been waiting for.

My back was still turned to the doors as they opened, sending a ray of sunlight in, illuminating the place better.

“We’re looking for the new owner of this old place. Know where I can find him?” A deep voice boomed in the almost empty space.

I chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not a him. I just bought it off of old man Sinsom.”

“I know that voice.”

“Me,too.”

I smiled as I turned to see my older half brother Opie and his best friend, Jax, standing in front of Jax’s stepfather.

“Hello, boys. It’s good to see you.”

Opie laughed as he strode over and pulled me into a hug. “(Y/N)! When did you get back?”

“Today. Well, last night actually. Drove up so I could sign the papers making this place mine.” I waved my hands around me.

“It’s good to see you, Darlin.” Jax said as he hugged me tight.

“You, too.” I stood back and looked at them. “I see you grew up and got VP Teller.”

Jax nodded. “Yeap.”

I looked at the other guys standing behind them. “Well, I’ll be damned! Is that Tiggy?”

Tig smiled and opened his arms. “Hey, baby. It’s good to see you all grown up.”

I gave him a hug, him being my second favorite when I grew up around here. “It’s only been three years since I last seen you.”

“Hi, Bobby. It’s good to see you, too.”

“You, too, sweetheart. You’re old man’s gonna have a fit when he sees you.”

“Speaking of, where is he?”

Bobby nodded his head towards the door. “He’s comin’. Takes him a few to get around with the oxygen.”

Just then, the doors opened and in walked Piney. The man still looked the same as he did three years ago. I couldn’t help the smile on my face when I seen him.

“Hi, daddy.”

“My god. (Y/N). You’re back. Come here, sweetheart.” He smiled.

I gave him a hug and just held him. I had missed him the last few years, I missed them all. He held me in front of him by my shoulders and looked me up and down. “Still as beautiful as ever.”

“Oh, Opie. You didn’t tell me he’d went senile.”

Opie laughed. “He gets that way sometimes.”

“What? No love for me? I’m wasting away over here.”

I turned to see Clay with an arrogant smirk on his face. I gave him a quick hug. “It’s good to see you, Clay. How’s Gemma?”

He shrugged. “She’s good. Be glad to see you.”

I nodded. Before I could say anything else, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, man. (Y/N), this is Juice. He’s been with us a few years now. Juice, this is my baby sister, (Y/N).” Opie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I held out my hand to the younger of them. “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded. “You, too.”

He took my hand and I swore I could feel electricity run through my fingers at his touch. I cleared my throat and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So, sweetheart, what brings you back to Charming?” Dad asked.

“Well, I came back to get a new start. Mom’s pissed at me. Grandfather passed away a few months ago and left me everything. And I mean everything. She got pissed when he left her out the will. Saying, and I quote, ‘I leave all my monetary and physical possessions, including the house and vehicles, to my only granddaughter, who was my world when no one else loved me in my final years. To my daughter, I leave you with nothing but the hopeful guilt you feel for abandoning your family. May you rot in hell.’”

“Holy shit! Seriously?” Jax asked, amused.

I nodded. “Yeap. And the best part is, she cannot touch anything. I sold the house after he died. It was just us the last three years and I wanted to come home. So I sold the house and all but one car.”

“So, what are you doing with this old place?” Clay asked.

“I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Own my own business. And what better way than to open up a roadside bar on the outskirts of Charming?”

“Really? That’s what you’ve always wanted to do?” Tig asked.

“Yeah. Got my business degree online while I was taking care of Grandfather and took all the right courses to get all my licenses. Found this place while looking to come home and here I am.”

“What do you need from us, darlin?”

“Some labor. I got to get this place up to code. I’m calling tomorrow to get people in here to work on the wiring and the old kitchen. I just need some help to take everything out and clean up. Plus I got to find a tech wizard to help me set up security cameras.”

“We can do that. Got a prospect that can come and we got our own tech wizard.” Jax clapped Juice in the shoulder. “Juice here is the best when it comes to all that techy shit.”

I looked at the young Puerto Rican and smiled. “Well, Juice, looks like the two of us will become friends if your as good as they say you are.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Yeah. Maybe so.”

I clapped my hands together. “Well, as wonderful as this family reunion is, I want a shower and some takeout.”

“Where you staying?” Dad asked.

“Place has a little house out back. It’s semi furnished enough to stay in tonight until my stuff arrives tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you come to the house. Surprise Donna and the kids. Have dinner with us.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. Seven?”

Opie nodded. “Yeah. See you tonight.” He hugged me and kissed the side of my head.

After hugging all the guys, minus Juice, I waved them off, noticing Juice was the last one out. I smiled to myself as I walked out the back door to my little apartment house to get ready for dinner.

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[drabbles-mc]

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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[narcolini]

the first drop

juice ortiz & oc: ava gomez x oc: sebastian, 1970 words

warnings for depictions of kidnapped hostages

for day 20 of whumpril: sensory deprivation | ‘where am i?’

a/n: ive officially gone mad with power, because now im doing SOA crossover prequels with the in his shadow babes.. i can’t even explain myself. i just needed to see ava being kind to juice LMAO

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas​ 

She was younger then. Young enough to act with her heart and nothing else, which could’ve ended worse than it did. Would have, even, if Sebastian wasn’t the way he was. The club came first, sure, but only after Ava.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he said, hands on her hips. He was sitting on a stool by the bar, half his usual height, but eye level with her, standing in the spread of his knees. He sighed, thumbs toying with her belt loops. ‘But.’

She smiled, echoing him, ‘But.’ He could never send her away—unless she was in actual danger, then he kept her far enough that she wouldn’t know about it, until it was done already. ‘No-one will know,’ she reassured him, stroking a hand through his hair. He’d just started to grow it long, past his ears, a style that he kept right until the end. ‘They’ll call when it’s time to move them, right?’

He nodded.

‘Then I’ll be gone before anyone even knows.’

‘You got it all worked out, huh?’ A kiss, stolen from her lips, words said smirking into the skin afterwards. ‘You’re more Mayan than I am.’

But she was just visiting, taking the opportunity to kill some time with him, alone in the clubhouse. He was the one on duty, playing guard to the two men tied up in the room behind.

‘Are they important?’ she asked, inclining her head to the back.

He sniffed, shrugging. That was his tell. Not lying, but not spilling secrets either.

‘You won’t tell me?’ she assumed, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. ‘Too dangerous?’

‘Mhmm.’ Another kiss, he was hungry for it. His teeth grazed her bottom lip as he pulled back again. ‘Part of another club,’ he admitted after, sparing what little information he could. ‘Not civilians.’

Because that made all the difference to her then. That made it palatable. They weren’t innocent, but club on club warfare was hardly safe.

‘Sounds risky.’

He smiled, deflecting any worry with the white of his teeth. ‘Risk’s my middle name, chula.’

Her laugh was interrupted by the shrill of his phone, blaring from his chest pocket. He patted her thighs, signalling for her to give him space to stand, then disappeared with it out the front. Another precaution of his: he never took calls that could be incriminating in front of her. Always answered them in another room with an apologetic look, a flash of a tight-lipped smile before he went.

It didn’t bother her. She was there for him, not to eavesdrop. She was about to leave, she was, assuming the call was the signal that the rest were coming back—but then she heard it. Movement from the room Sebastian had told her to steer clear of.

It wasn’t loud, or noticeably human really. It sounded like dogs against a door, scratching and scratching, nails to the wood. There were no dogs, of course, just two men. But the repetition was the same. The desperation was the same. She had never been good at ignoring that, heart over head.

Just a minute. Just while he was on the phone.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge behind the bar and went, hot-footing before she could be stopped, before she had time to think better of it herself. Because she would’ve, right? She would’ve recognised the recklessness of it eventually.

The door wasn’t even locked when she got to it, just pulled shut and left like any other day. When she slipped through, she half expected to find them both pressed against the other side of it, but they weren’t, because no one had been pawing at it the way dogs do.

It was a bedroom, one of the spare dorms for members to crash in. Curtains drawn, dark, stale like it hadn’t been aired out in a while. It smelt like damp, or sweat. Some chemical she didn’t recognise.

They were tied to the bed frame opposite, sat on the floor with their arms behind their backs. Hoods over their heads, legs forced to sit crossed, knees straining against two pairs of jeans. The one on the left was slumped still, bagged-head facing down toward his lap, body leaning forward from the anchor of his tied hands.

The other was the source of the noise. He was awake, she could see the rise and fall of his chest from where she stood, elevated by his panic. The scratching had been the sound of zip-ties, rubbed up and down on the frame behind him frantically, relentlessly. Like the rounded metal would ever bore through the plastic of them.

It would only take a minute. She didn’t even have to remove his hood.

‘Careful,’ she said, quiet but enough of a surprise to make him jump still, his back hitting the end of the bed with a rattle. ‘You’ll do more damage to your wrists than the ties.’

She was in front of him now, on one knee. The second time she spoke, he had stilled, chest heaving, but panic easing. Her voice was registering with him then, proving to be less of a threat. She was a woman. It made a difference. He didn’t flinch when he felt her shoe against his own, or her fingers around the hemline of the hood.

‘Where am I?’ he asked, stuttering at first.

‘I can’t tell you that.’ She folded it up a couple inches, over his chin, until it stayed. Just high enough to leave his mouth free. ‘I brought you some water.’ Her hands were shaking slightly, knowing the time pressure, the risk, but her voice stayed steady.

He swallowed, then took in a breath big enough to make him cough, desperate for the cool, unrestricted air. ‘Jax?’ he asked afterwards, which she could only assume was the name of the man beside him.

He hadn’t moved still.

‘He must’ve had a bigger dose of whatever they gave you.’ She leant across and put her hand under the other hood to press two fingers to his throat. There was pulse, slow but regular. ‘He’s fine,’ she told him, ‘just asleep.’

The first man nodded, his cover slipping back over this lip slightly. They didn’t have time for conversation. She shouldn’t be telling him anything at all, had probably caused some domino effect she couldn’t even imagine just by opening the door and looking in.  

‘Here.’ She unscrewed the water bottle, holding it up to his mouth. ‘Have some.’

His head must have been spinning, his tongue must’ve been dry enough to make every breath feel like a gag, but he refused it still. Set his lips together when she began to tip the bottle.

‘It’s water,’ she insisted, trying to hide her urgency. To him, rushing would make it sound like whatever she was offering was dangerous, a threat. ‘Look, I’ll have some.’ She pulled the bottle back, taking a large gulp from it. She did it as audibly as possible, because he couldn’t see at all, made sure to slosh the water against the rim, to swallow loud and sigh afterwards. A dumb theatre, but it was all she could think to do.

‘The fuck is this?’ he breathed, voice pinching. He was beginning to panic again, wrists tugging against the bars behind. Zip-ties scratching. ‘Where the fuck am I?’

‘Shh, shh.’ It was infectious, his panic. She shouldn’t be in here. Sebastian was only taking a call. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked, spouting the first thing that came to mind. ‘I’m Ava.’

He stopped wriggling. A tear ran down his cheek, from the eyes beneath the black cloth.

‘I’m not even supposed to be in here,’ she confessed. She definitely wasn’t supposed to have given him her name, either. The reality of that was beginning to set in. ‘So, I help you, and you help me, by forgetting I was ever here, okay?’

There was a fraction of movement, a half-committed nod. ‘Juice.’ He panted, swallowed back the dryness of his voice. ‘I’m Juice.’

‘Okay, Juice.’ She put the bottle to his mouth again, tilting it with him as he put his head back. ‘Sorry.’ Some spilled from the lip, wet down his chin, not that it mattered. It obviously didn’t matter. He was drinking like he hadn’t in days.

Had it been days? She didn’t even know how long they’d been in there.

When he pulled away, she did too, re-capping the bottle. She couldn’t leave it there, he didn’t have the hands free to use it.

‘Thank-you.’ He was breathing slower then, and not bothering to lick the water from his lips, but instead enjoying the relief of it. Just for a little longer.

She sat back onto the heels of her shoes. You’re welcome felt inappropriate. She was part of the crime now. She could have easily cut him free if she wanted to, could have let him slip out the back with Jax over his shoulder, and claimed she had nothing to do with it. But her heart only went so far. She was scared too.

‘I should—’

The door swung open behind her, wood hitting the closet beside loud enough to make them both jump. She was on her feet, water bottle scattering away from her, before he had even said anything—it could only have ever been Sebastian. There was no-one else around and conscious.

‘Sorry,’ she said, apologising already.

He was speaking over her, sharp brows tugged together, his face livid. It wasn’t anger, really, but fear, disbelief.  ‘The fuck, A…?’ He stopped himself, stealing her name back defensively, as if she hadn’t already given it to Juice on her own accord. ‘No puedes estar aquí.’ He was panting, head shaking. Tongue slipping into spanish for the sake of secrecy.

‘I was just giving him water.’ She couldn’t offer anything but English herself, her brain had frozen in the panic of getting caught. ‘That’s all.’

‘Water?’ He crossed the room in a step, hand reaching for the folded hood. ‘No es una casita, nena.’ He tugged it down roughly, hiding Juice’s mouth and chin again, before turning back to her. ‘No sabes que lo peligroso es esto? Si algún chingamadre…’

She followed his meaning well enough. If it got back to the rest of the club, or worse, the Sons themselves. If anyone connected her, to this, to them. ‘He didn’t see my face,’ she rushed, head shaking.

Juice was sitting statue-like, obviously awake but doing his best to act otherwise. He could’ve said something. He could’ve used her name in his favour, and made a threat, scared Sebastian into making a deal for their release. But he said nothing. Just sat there listening, shoulders rising and falling with each cutting breath.

‘Oyó tu voz,’ Sebastian insisted, grinding it through his teeth. He took her by the arm then, pulling her with him, back across the room and through the doorway. ‘Fuck, Ava,’ he muttered, shutting the door behind him. ‘You know how much shit I’d be in if the guys knew about this?’

But it was just water. And they made a deal, right? Juice would forget she was even there.

She paled regardless. ‘You won’t tell them, will you?’

He sighed, staring at the wood for a moment before replying. ‘You need to go,’ he said, ‘they’re on their way back.’

He wasn’t looking at her, but when he did, glancing up before he could step away, he saw the doubt printed across her features. The worry that she’d gone too far this time; that she’d tripped up and he wouldn’t catch her.

‘Of course I won��t,’ he added, frowning. ‘Why would I?’

Because she came first, she always came first.

#whumpril2023 #juice ortiz fanfiction #what the fuck do i even tag this honestly #LMAO #sons of anarchy fanfiction #ava ez #sebastian is soooo sexy i cant lie #why did i kill him

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p h o n e l i n e s | sons of anarchy ; j.ortiz

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ; 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

--- Juice really, really misses you.

Pairing ;

Juice Ortiz x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, masturbation, dirty talk, body fluids, fluff, petnames, masturbation in a semi public place, risky sex,

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my sons of anarchy taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba

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You’ve been waiting by the phone all day. It’s around midnight now and you’ve nearly given up on the hope of Juice getting a chance to call you tonight. You’re settled into bed in his apartment and you’re trying to fall asleep when your cell phone starts to ring. Your arm shoots out and you answer on the second ring.

“Baby girl. I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Juice has to talk louder in the phone because the Arizona chapter is loud as hell right now and he can barely hear himself think, he knows you can’t possibly hear him.

“No.” you laugh softly. “I miss you.”

“Only two more days, princess.” Juice leans against the wall at the back of the bar but the noise is making it harder to hear you, so he steps into the bathroom, finding himself a stall. He can hear you better now, the quiet creak of the mattress as you roll around in bed. And the sound has him calling to mind other reasons the bed would be creaking if he were there with you.

“It feels like forever.” you mumble softly, yawning out the words as you roll over onto your stomach and press your finger to your lips to reach out and press your fingertip against the picture of you and Juice that sits on the nightstand. “Can’t sleep when you’re gone cos you’re not holdin me, I can’t hear you start mumbling in your sleep.”

The statement has Juice chuckling quietly as he grins. A hand rakes over the tattooed side of his head and he bites his lip. “I’m not that bad, baby girl.”

“You are! And now  I’m used to it.” you pout to yourself a little in the darkened bedroom, hesitating for a second or two before finally blurting out, “Miss going to sleep with your cock inside me too. I’ve been cranky this week.”

Juice bites back a groan, his cock getting hard in seconds. “Baby, fuck. Are you tryin to kill me?” he questions, pout playing at his lips as he props his foot against the stall door behind him, leaning back against it. His hand dips down, ghosting over the way he’s straining even harder at his jeans because he’s picturing it now, you’re all sprawled out in his bed, wearing one of his tank tops like you always do and he can imagine himself there, leaning down over you from behind, his hands skimming your sides and his lips dancing across the back of your neck and across your shoulders. “I’m gonna take care of that when I get home.” he promises, breath hitching as he speaks because he’s started to really palm himself through his jeans and now, his hips are bucking upwards against his hand as if he can feel the way your velvety walls wrap around his cock and take him so well every time he’s inside you. 

You can hear the exact second his voice drops and gets huskier.. The breathy panting that follows on his end of the line have you whimpering quietly as you ask softly, “What are you doing, baby?”

“Thinkin about you.” Juice answers, working the zipper to his jeans down, pulling his cock out. He steps closer to the toilet, one arm out ahead of him so he can brace the wall. His other hand circles his thick cock, giving a lazy pump as he cradles his cell phone between his ear and shoulder. “Hey, baby girl?”

“Mhm?” you’ve rolled onto your back, your hands wandering over your body because you’re picturing him, more to the point, what he’d be doing if he was there with you right now, and you’re so wet your dripping, the flimsy material of your favorite red panties soaked. Your hand settles against your cunt and you press the heel of your hand against your clit, the pressure of the touch drawing a needy whine out of you that has him swearing under his breath on the other end of the line. He clears his throat and asks in a shaky gasp, “What are you wearin?”

“Your black tank top… That one pair of red panties with the chili peppers all over them.” you hiss out as you slip your fingers into your panties, letting them glide over your throbbing sex. Juice tightens his fist around his cock, pumping a little faster. “Fuck, fuck.. Fuck, baby girl..” he growls out quietly, “Can’t wait til there’s not a phone between us anymore, I wanna bury my cock so deep inside you.”

“I can’t wait til you’re buried deep inside me..” you whine out, back arching upward as your hips try to rock into the way your fingers work in and out of your cunt. “Baby?” you whimper, the coil in your stomach building at a steady pace. Juice’s breath catches in his throat, “Slow down, princess… Y’know if I was there I’d fuck you slower than that.” he coaxes, speaking up again, “Gonna fill you so full.”

“Fuck.” you whine, your finger grazing against your clit in a semi circle, drawing a louder moan out of you as you tilt your hips upward slightly, your fingers making contact with the spongy softness of your own g-spot as you work them in a come hither motion to keep contact. Your breath catches in your throat, your stomach is coiled just a little tighter. Your orgasm is close, you’re chasing it desperately but somehow, your fingers don’t feel quite as good as his cock.

“Doesn’t feel the same, baby.” you gasp out, Juice agreeing in a breathy pant as his hand pumps up and down, tight as he can squeeze but it still feels nothing like the way being buried inside you feels. “Two more days, princess. That’s not -ah, oh fuck, getting closer,” he leans his head back and his eyes flutter open and closed, heavy lidded as he imagines exactly what he’s going to do to you the second he’s home again, “It’s not so bad.” he whines out, needy. Desperate. You moan his name over and over, your orgasm shattering through, your juices coating your fingers. 

“Fuck.” Juice is imagining the way you’d be pinned beneath him, fucked out gleam in your eyes, clinging to him or melted against him and letting him fuck into you until he’s pushed over the edge for himself. “Baby, baby girl, fuck. Fuck.” he growls out as his cock spasms and he slumps back a little, ragged breaths as he fucks into his hand clumsily, his seed leaking down into the bowl. He chuckles quietly after a few seconds. “I can’t wait to be home, princess. Miss you so fuckin much.” 

“I miss you too, baby.”

#juice ortiz #juice ortiz smut #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz x fem!reader #<- minors I thinketh the fuck not. a general warning for all my adult content. #-> please read all warnings before reading. #<- fem reader ; vague description ; (female parts) #tppkinktober2022 #tppkinktober22 #kinktober22 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 22

[filipfuckingtelford]

Just before the shadows fall. Part 3

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic. 18+ ONLY

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Y/N haven't seen Juice for several days and didn't hear from him either. It made her sick with anxiety, if everything was fine he would've been calling her or texting her all the time like he usually did. She knew guys were visiting some motorbike show and was trying to calm down by telling herself that Ortiz just was busy and had no chance to contact her, but she saw Happy that morning and he said they came back yesterday. Y/N tried to call her boy several times but he never picked up neither did he return the call. Worried, she didn't know what to do.

Juice promised her to think about talking to one of his brothers before he will decide what to tell Roosevelt, but Y/N didn't know what had Ortiz decided after all. She could only hope he didn't do anything stupid. Last time when she saw him Juice was nervous and lost, he hardly could think straight.

Finally when the last client left and Juice still didn't call back, Y/N headed to the clubhouse. She never been there before, Happy made it clear, he didn't want her to be too close to the MC. But now she couldn't care lerss, she had to find out what happened to Juice. If the only way was to pay Sons a visit, so be it.

Y/N parked her car next to the car service and looked around. She spotted Chibs in the garage and took a deep breath. Was it a good decision to talk to him about Juan Carlos? Will he really help? She didn't know this man too good, he only visited for a tattoo once, but Juice said the Scotsman was always good to him. If Juice didn't want to talk to his brother it could probably help if Y/N will.

She got out of her car and was about to come up to Chibs who still didn't notice her, but she suddenly felt someone gripping her arm and stopped, stunned with fear.

"What are you doing here?" Juice whispered and Y/N turned to him. She noticed bruises on his face and frowned.

"I was worried, boy, I've tryied to call you several times" She explained and tried to hug him, but Juice pulled away.

"Leave. I don't want to see you here... or see you at all" Juice was trying to sound like he didn't care, but Y/N saw the pain and fear in his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Juan Carlos? If you want to dump me at least have courage to explain why!" She felt her heart squeezing with pain, but was trying to hold back her tears.

"Fine. But not here" Juice sighed after couple of moments and headed towards the passenger's door.

Y/N noticed he was visibly limping on his way but decided to wait untill they get to her place before she will ask all the questions she had for Ortiz.

The drive was silent, neither Y/N nor Juice said a word on the way to her house. She wanted to touch him, hold his hand, but he was detached and tensed, so she decided to give him some space.

When the door behind them closed however Y/N turned to Juice and looked into his eyes, her palms on his cheeks. He tried to pull away again, but she didn't allow him to.

"Boy, please. Tell me what's going on" She pleaded, her thumbs carefully rubbing his skin.

"We need to break up" Juice whispered through his teeth trying to break the eye contact.

"Why?" Y/N was still cupping his face forcing Ortiz to look at her.

"It's getting too dangerous to be around the club. I don't want you to be hurt" He sighed and took her palms away from his face. "Just let me leave, okay? Don't make it even more complicated"

"If that's the only reason, Juan Carlos, I'm not leaving you. I don't care how dangerous it can be, I need you" Y/N felt dizzy, the only thought of loosing him made her heart break.

"Fuck, do you need to be so stubborn?" Juice rolled his eyes, faint smile forming on his lips.

"If you are stupid enough to think I will leave you so easily I have to be stubborn, boy" Y/N laughed and pulled him closer to herself to kiss him.

But Juice winced with pain and almost lost balance. He had to support himself against the wall. "Sorry... my leg" He explained.

"Fuck. What happened, Juan Carlos? You need to tell me everything" Y/N supported him and helped him to sit down on the couch "And what about Roosevelt? Did you talk to your brothers?"

"I... didn't" Juice let out a heavy sigh not looking at Y/N again. He seemed to feel guilty and even more lost than before.

"What did you tell Roosevelt then?" She still couldn't believe Juice could give his club out.

"I agreed to cooperate" The answer was almost inaudible, Juice was looking down at his palms.

"Fuck, boy! You have to talk to someone before it's too late, I'm sure something can be done, there's a way to get around the rules" Y/N sat down next to him and took his hand gently.

"It is too late, girl" After several moments of silence Juice turned to her, tears in his eyes were breaking her heart "I killed Miles today"

Y/N didn't know what to say, staring at Juice, still holding his hand. But he continued, now when he knew she won't leave him, he couldn't stop. As if he knew Y/N was the only person he could trust now, and needed to let it all out. Juice told her about the deal with Roosevelt, about the cocaine he took from the club and how Miles saw him when Ortiz was trying to bring the pack back to the storage.

Y/N wasn't even moving at first, but the more Juice was telling her, the closer she leaned to him, wrapping her arms around his body, stroking his head with her palm to ease his pain. Finally he fell silent, hiding his face on her chest, tears soaking her shirt. The helplessness and hopelessness were the only feelings both in Y/N's and Juice's soul, but they were holding each other tight, her trying to comfort him and him trying to hide from the reality in her embrace.

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Y/N sat up in her bed and gasped, trying to shake the feeling off of her. This dream was even more disturbing than the previous one. She felt sorrow and panic as if it was all real. She was still hearing every word Juice told her in the dream and it was tearing her heart apart. Poor boy, he was so scared, the weight of guilt so heavy on his shoulders. He was so confused, he didn't know what to do and what he'd done was terrifiying.

Chibs growled as he was waking up and looked at Y/N worried. He could see something was wrong with his wife but had no idea what could it be.

"Lass, what happened?" He said, his voice raspy, as Chibs carefully pulled her towards him and made her lay down.

"Just a nightmare, Filip, everything's fine" Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist, hiding her face on his chest. Her man was here with her, she loved him so much, she loved him since she was so young and they've been together for five years now. But now all she could think about was Juice and it was slowly driving her insane.

"Sleep, lass. It's only a dream, it can't hurt ye. I'm here, love, don't worry. Close yer eyes and have rest" Chibs was murmuring quietly stroking her hair and finally he fell asleep again.

Y/N carefully pulled away from him and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on, closed the door and leaned against it with her back, covering her lips with her palms to muffle her sobs, tears falling down uncontrollably as she dropped on the floor. She needed to let it all out now while no one could see her.

Sitting on the floor, Y/N was crying, wiping tears from her face with the back of her palms, it was hard to breath, hopelessness and despair overwhelming her every time she heard Juice's voice in her head again and again.

"What are you doing to me, why?" Y/N sobbed, trying to stop crying, to calm down. There was no answer of course, only darkness around.

She didn't know how long was she sitting fhere like this before the dream finally let her go, when the voice finally fell silent. Y/N stood up, heavily, pressed her palms against the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. In the dim light of the street lamp reaching through the window she saw the blue eyes and blond curly hair. She gasped and closed her eyes in fear. It couldn't be true, it was all just her imagination, nothing more. Y/N turned the light on and opened her eyes. There in the mirror was only her face, red swollen eyes, looking tired at her own reflection.

Y/N washed her face, allowing cold water to calm her down a little and went back to bed. She needed to pretend everything was fine tomorrow when Chibs would wake up. Before she understands why she kept seeing those dreams, there was no need to tell anyone.

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There was only one answer for this question but Y/N kept pushing it away. It couldn't be true. For the last several days since Juice told her about Miles, the drugs, feds, she was worried all the time. If he wasn't calling her or texting her in couple of hourse the panic was consuming her. But Juice usually was in touch all the time. Her being the only one who knew his secrets made him attached even more to her.

"Where are you, boy?" Y/N texted Juice for the tenth time that night, but had no reply. She tried to call him, but got no answer. They've been talking in the afternood and he said Clay wanted to talk to him. Sounded worried. What if, she thought, the club found out about all this shit with Roosevelt? What would they do to her boy?

But not tonight. It's been good eight hours since she heard his voice. She laid down on the couch and was staring at the ceiling blindly. There was nothing she could do. They agreed that it would be better to keep their relationships in secret. Well Juice insisted and Y/N didn't want to give him more reasons to worry. So she couldn't go to the clubhouse again. All she really could do was to wait.

When she opened her eyes it was morning and someone was knocking on the door persistently. Y/N stormed to the door and opened it not bothering to check who there was.

Juice was there, looking tired. He entered the room and closed the door, then turned to Y/N who was looking at him silent, unable to say a word.

All she could see was the big bruising on his neck and the new patch on his kutte. She shook her head and shrank back when Juice tried to hug her. Y/N could not believe what she saw. She knew what he did and knew why he did it, but it wasn't helping.

"Fuck, girl, I'm so sorry" Juice whispered, looking at her guilt in his eyes.

"How could you..." Y/N pressed her palm against her lips trying to hold back tears.

"I... It was too much" Juice looked down. He didn't know what to do.

"How could you think of leaving me, Juan Carlos?" She sobbed. Y/N was ready to support him, to comfort him, but this was breaking her heart.

"Don't leave me, boy. Please, I won't make it without you" She begged, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry... Y/N I was stupid, I know, I won't ever try to do this again. I promise. I'm lucky that it didn't work" Juice took her palm and pulled her towards himself.

"I won't... I just... Clay was telling me how proud he was, how I was such a worthy brother, how I proved my loyalty... He gave me this patch" Juice was explaining, pulling her to bedroom, where they sat down on bed still holding each other "And I... Y/N I betrayed them! I love them so much, it's all I have, this club and you. And I betrayed them out of fear to lose them. I couldn't bare the weight of this guilt especially after Clay told me all those things"

He was crying as well and Y/N raised her gaze at him, touching his cheek with her fingers. "You won't lose them, boy. And I can't lose you. Please, Juan Carlos... I love you"

It was the first time she said it and the moment was absolutely wrong but she didn't care. Y/N needed him to know. Maybe it would stop Juice from doing anything stupid again.

"I love you too, girl. I'm sorry, I promise I won't try to do it again" Juice sighed and cupped her face with his palms as gently as he could before he leaned closer to her and kissed her.

Kissing him back Y/N took his kutte off and laid it carefully on the bed. Then pulled away only to get rid of his t-shirt. Her palms sliding down his chest as she pressed her lips against his again. Soft moan escaping her throat.

There was no joy left for two of them, but they still had each other and needed to feel it now. Juice was undoing her shirt while his lips were traveling down her neck, as soft and gentle as he could.

It was all slow and tender, the way they were touching each other, loving each other, cherishing every moment they had.

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Y/N woke up but didn't want to open her eyes. It was too much! She was afraid to fall asleep every night, those dreams now coming too often. It's been only two days since she had a previous one and now this. What was worse, Chibs seemed to notice something was wrong with her and Y/N had no time between those dreams to put herself together.

"Lass, wake up, it's almost noon" She heard Chibs calling her quietly and groaned, pretending to be sleeping. She just wasn't ready to face him right now.

"Lass, please. What's going on?" Chibs sat down next to her and put his arm on her shoulder. Of course she couldn't trick him, he knew her better than anyone else.

"I couldn't sleep and now I feel exhausted" Y/N explained never opening her eyes.

"Okay, but have breakfast and then you can get more sleep" Filip leaned down and kissed her cheek gently.

"I'm not hungry" Y/N sighed. For the first time in her life she wanted Chibs to just go.

"I made breakfast for us. Myself. Do you really want to miss it?" Chibs smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N sighed and turned to him. He didn't deserve it, to be treated this way. Chibs loved his wife with everything he had in him and she knew it. "Okay, that's not fair, you know I can't miss it" She laughed gently and reached out to brush her palm against his cheek.

"Good. Let's go lass. I promise I will leave you alone after you have breakfast" Chibs caught her palm and pressed his lips against her soft skin.

"No way. You will be laying next to me being my pillow to hug" Y/N gave him a soft smile.

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