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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 month

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Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

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

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

Word Count: 1466 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 2 months

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Don't think we forgot about you...

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Don't think we forgot about how you were caught playing with your moonbump during your 1 and only tour at the Meyhew Clinic---squatting down with your knees together.

The same day you threatened to selfcide yourself & an unborn baby because you & Sparry were boo'd at the Cirque du Soleil performance.

You forgot to tell NOprah how you went a full day without any selfcide ideation. You were flooded with endorphins from petting the animals & physical touch from your NYC bff.

You were happy all day until your mask slipped in Royal Albert Hall. EMBARRASSED because you were boo'd by the audience & Sparry publicly REJECTED your claw.

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You were boo'd for poor job performance. Your claw was rejected because Sparry needed claw-free hands to clap for the special guest.

You and Daniel posted a photo of your disgusting avocado toast, hot tea & chocolates. You gushed about what a wonderful visit the two of you were having, just like old times...

Daniel flew all the way from NYC to London to do your makeup for the engagement but you lied to NOprah.

You told NOprah you were alone and couldn't skip the event because you might commit a murder. You lied to NOprah about your makeup. You told NOprah you had to put your makeup bag in the sink and just get yourself ready for that event.

You lied. You and Sparry lied.

You brag about how easy it is for you to cry on demand and yet somehow you managed to cry throughout the performance without shedding 1 tear from your left (or right) eye.

Thanks for reminding the world that you trauma bonded yourself to Sparry & the BRF by naming your website after their missing (abandoned) Jack Russell Terrier dog named TIGger, and their (abandoned) nannny named TIGgy.

A few hours after squatting in 4 inch heels with her knees together, she's wearing a beachball under her dress & needs Harry's help just to sit down in a chair.

And that coat is still NOT chic or elegant!!

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In Trouble with mummy

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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Can I make another one? With Tiggy 21 and 23. Thank you!!!!!

You may have as many as your heart desires! Lets see Tig with prompts 21: Like, what you see? and 23: You are more than a one nightstand. Alright as always 18+.

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"She looks mad" murmured Juice to Chibs as he caught sight of you entering the clubhouse with your medical supply bag. Chibs nodded as he finished putting in a local block into Tigs ass. He had suspected you were upset when he had called you. Normally bubbly you had been cold and distant.

"Tig is there any reason that the only doctor we know would be upset with you?" inquired Chibs as he leaned down to next to Tig. "Not that I can think of. I showed her the time of her life couple weeks before we went on this run" replied Tig right before you opened the door and stepped in.

The men nodded to you but you ignored them as you set your bag down and sat up what you would need. After putting gloves on you examined the wound on Tigs ass. "This is the last time I help. You guys need to find someone else to call when you get shot in the ass" you stated as you continued to examine the wound. Juice nodded as Chibs sighed sending a look to Tig.

"I got this" whispered Tig before lifting his butt and wiggling it. "Like what you see Dollface?" inquired Tig mischievously as he turned to face you. "Stop moving Trager. I get you think I'm a joke but this isn't" you stated through gritted teeth. You wanted nothing more than to be at home. "I was just joking babe. Whats wrong?" asked Tig the smile wiped off his face and replaced with concern.

"It's stupid" you mumbled as you looked away. "Please, just let me do this so I can go home" you added you face turned down to the floor. "Boys can you all step outside" stated Tig as he watched you curiously. "Talk to me" whispered Tig once the others had cleared out. You sighed before speaking your voice cracking as you fought back tears. "The other night meant more to me.... I thought it meant more to you too. Its obvious now I was wrong, just another notch in your belt" you replied as you moved back to the table to start closing the wound.

Tig closed his eyes giving himself a mental kick. How could he have been so stupid. He had taken that call from Clay and hit the road without any explanation. He left you sleeping soundly in that hotel room with the intention to call you. Things had gone wrong on the run and he hadn't had a chance until today.

Tig remained silent as you worked. He didn't want to distract you and he wanted to make sure he had the right words. Once you started cleaning up he moved himself to a siting position. "You are more than a one nightstand to me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I forgot you don't get exactly how the club works, because you make me forget about all that bull shit when I'm with you." stated Tig as he grabbed your arm gently holding his eyes on yours. "I should have been more clear that night. "I want you. I understand though if you don't feel the same now" finished Tig as he gave you a soft smile.

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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Jumping for joy!!!! Hey!!!! Can I please request prompt “All my friends think I'm crazy, maybe I've lost my mind” for my favorite blue eyed outlaw Tiggy Pooh! Thanks!!!!!

Your friends think you’re crazy when you first take up with Tig. They know him as an outlaw, the guy that gets into fights, who beats the shit out of people who mess with the club. He’s dangerous, they tell you, he fucks around. There’s a thousand women with a story about Tig Trager and it always ends the same.

He fucks and he runs.

They think you’ve lost your mind. You best friend tells you so. Getting involved with a guy like Tig is bad news.

You don’t know him, you tell her.

You think you do; she points out. I’ll be here for you when it all falls apart.

The thing is it doesn’t.

He slows down with the drugs, he drinks socially. The violence… it’s never towards you.

And the women…

There’s never another woman after you, no matter how much they might try.

You see the thing about Tig is that he’s loyal, dedicated. When he falls, he falls hard.

There’s nothing he won’t do for you and your friends start to see a different side to him, they see the man behind the legend.

The man who would kill for you, the man who would die for you.

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halfmoth-halfman · 9 months

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ten songs. ten people.

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag other people:

thanks to beautiful and incredible @mvtthewmurdvck for the tag!! 💜

handlebars - flobots

scarlet - in this moment

cold feet - fink

water witch - the secret sisters, brandi carlile

white rabbit - bolier, tiggi hawke

carnival of rust - poets of the fall

my heart is refusing me - loreen

ending - isak danielson

yesterday - tiësto

np tags: @uselsshuman, @writeforfandoms, @ethereal-night-fairy, @ramadiiiisme, @deadbranch, @smoggyfogbottom, @jynxthequeen, @kastlequill, @homicidal-slvt, @nightingale-ghost-writer

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rebelwrites · 4 months

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Eleven: Tellers Never Quit On Family

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles knew he was being more of a hindrance than a help, in fact he had basically put a halt to breakfast being made but he didn’t care, all he cared about was this moment of holding Nova in his arms.

Although in his defense she hadn’t started making pancakes yet.

“So are you working today?” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

“I’m not sure,” Nova hummed, resting her hand over Charles’ arms, “I’m gonna speak to Jax about closing the bar today, I think we could all do with a day off.”

“When was the last time you did anything for yourself?”

“Me and Jax hit up the dirt bike track the day you and Pierre got to town,” Nova responded, pausing for a second before speaking again, “it’s something we try to do every month, but that's probably the only thing I do for myself to be honest,”

Her words tugged at Charles' heart, that's when an idea popped into his head, once breakfast was over he was going to take Nova out for the day, just the two of them. It also gave him the perfect excuse to get to know her.

Before Charles could say anything the peace of the kitchen was interrupted, “Doll, I heard you were making pancakes for breakfast,” a voice appeared from behind them, “oh shit, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Nova let out a small sigh, which just confirmed to Charles that this girl needed a break, “I will make sure there's a plate for you, Tiggy,” she said in a cheery tone but Charles could hear the frustration in her voice, even if the other guy didn’t.

“You are the best, Doll,” the guy hummed, moving over to the coffee machine, “I’m Tig by the way man.”

“Nice to meet you,” Charles nodded, reluctantly pulling away from Nova.

“Thanks for taking Pops home last night,” Nova said, looking over her shoulder at Tig. Her expression dropped as she looked over at Charles, “fuck, I never even offered you and Pierre a drink. I am so sorry!” she let out a frustrated growl, covering her face with her hands, “why am I like this? I am stupid!” she asked nobody in particular.

Charles’ realized just how much pressure Nova was under, he took a step closer to her, placing his fingers underneath her chin lifting her head up slightly, “Sunshine, look at me,” Charles whispered, not caring that they had an audience right now, “you are not stupid and I don’t want to hear you say that again okay.”

“But I’m fucking everything up,” she whimpered, he could see the tears starting to form in her green eyes.

“Listen to me, you need a break, there is only so much one person can take before they crumble from the pressure,” Charles hummed, brushing his thumb over Nova’s cheek, “let me cook breakfast, you can instruct me on how you like things done but I want you to sit right here, on the counter,” he whispered, picking her up with ease, placing her on the marble effect countertop, “and I don’t want you to move.”

She took a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter closed under Charles’ touch before speaking again, “I invited you to breakfast, not for you to cook the damn thing,” she mumbled.

“Sunshine, I don’t mind, all I care about right now is spending as much time as possible with you, let me do this for you please,” Charles said softly, placing his hands on her knees.

“Okay,” Nova mumbled, finally agreeing to let Charles take over the breakfast duties.

At some point during their discussion Tig had slipped out of the kitchen leaving the two of them alone. Charles quickly pulled off his hoodie, tossing it onto the island in the middle of the room. He quickly familiarized himself with where everything was, although it didn’t take long from all the sticky notes on all the cupboard doors, the sight of the multi colored pieces of paper caused his stomach to knot up.

He wanted to do something to help Nova and Jax out.

It was becoming clear that they made it look like they were managing to the outside world when in actual fact they were struggling to keep their head’s above water.

As he got to work on making the pancakes an idea popped into his head, he didn’t know how either of them would react but he needed to do it in a way where he kept himself anonymous. The fundraiser was tomorrow and it would be the perfect time to execute this new idea. He could easily make a donation to the charity but he wanted to do something more personal, something that would help Nova and Jax directly.

Pushing his thoughts aside right now, he focused on the feeling of Nova’s gaze watching his every move, it was like she was mesmerized by his movements which caused Charles to have a permanent smile on his face. He knew that this was a small gesture in the grand scheme of things but he was just happy he was able to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“Just don’t burn the pancakes, Elenor will try to stab you with her fork if you do!” Nova giggled, the sound was music to Charles’ ears as he spun around with the spatula in his hand.

“Oh babygirl, I wouldn’t dare burn them,” Charles smirked, noticing the way Nova pulled the hoodie over her face to try and hide the fact she was blushing at him calling her babygirl, “just wait until you try my pancakes.”

Before Nova could respond JT slowly walked into the kitchen, a sad look on his face the moment he saw his daughter. Charles quickly turned the heat off on the stove, placing the spatula over the top of the pan, “I will give you two some space,” he said quietly, getting ready to exit the room.

“I want you to hear this as well,” JT said, making eye contact with Charles, “I just want to apologize for last night, Tig filled me in on just how cruel I was,” he said, running his hand over his face. “My sweet Nova, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, especially in the way I did last night.”

“Pops, you called me Gemma!” Nova said extremely quietly fiddling with the sleeves of her hoodie, which was something Charles had noticed she did when she felt nervous or was trying to keep herself calm, “I can handle most things, but that was a low blow. I’m nothing like her,” she paused, taking another deep breath, “I know you didn’t mean it intentionally but it felt like a personal attack. Like you think Charles is going to take me away from you.”

“I know sweetheart,” JT whispered, placing his hand on her knee, “I will spend as long as it takes to make it up to you, to you both,” he said, turning to Charles, “I don’t think either of you are like those soul suckers. I hate that a switch flips in my brain and I’m locked in a moment with no escape,” Nova stayed silent, keeping her focus on her hands. “I can now see how much pressure I am putting on everyone, my outbursts are getting more frequent and I feel each day I am losing a little bit more of myself.”

Charles’ heart was breaking hearing JT’s voice starting to crack from all the emotions he was holding inside. Moving across the room Charles placed his hand on JT’s shoulder trying to provide some form of comfort.

“I’ve already spoken to Jax and I think it will be better if I moved into a facility where I can get full time assistance.”

“Pops, no!” Nova finally spoke, tears freely rolling down her cheeks as she looked up at her father. “I’m not fucking putting you in a god damn home. It just ain't happening. We will figure it out, we always do. Tellers never quit on family. What happened to till the wheels fall off?” Charles could see the frustration bubbling away inside her as the words flew out of her mouth. “If you get stuck in a home then I might as well get my last name changed back to Haynes because all the Haynes’ know is how to quit on their fucking own!”

Charles was confused, why would Nova be talking about changing her name back? Wasn’t she biologically JT’s daughter? JT’s eyes went wide as he processed the words that just came out of Nova’s mouth, “hell will freeze over before you do that, you are a Teller through and through!” JT said with a stern tone in his voice.

“Exactly Pops,” Nova exclaimed, roughly wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie, “look, just give me today to clear my head and we will talk things over properly.”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart,” JT whispered, leaning closer to Nova, pressing a kiss against the top of her head before he quietly slipped out of the kitchen.

Charles instantly moved so he was now standing in front of Nova, without saying a word he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. “What do you need right now?” he whispered, wanting to try and make the world right again for the girl that had single handedly captured his heart.

A heavy sigh escaped Nova’s lips before she spoke, “I just need to get outta here,” she was practically clinging onto his shirt like her life was depending on it, “for just one day I want to forget about everything”

“Come on then babygirl,” Charles whispered, pulling away from the embrace, taking Nova’s hand in his, “we can do whatever or go wherever you want. I just want to get you smiling again.”

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skellymom · 2 months

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 10

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

(Posted 2/29/24)

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 9:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/741739026615353344/vagabonds-chapter-9?source=share

Word Count: 1.2K

Background: Time is running out for Hunter, Omega, and the crew of The Beldame.

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, hypothermia, dog bites human, canon-typical violence.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

As the jovial banter continued, a group of clones stood around the window, watching the planet recede from view.

“You think She and Little One have a chance?”

“Much better than staying on Kamino. The Nomaadi will take good care of ‘em.”

“Wish I could’a stayed on the planet with ‘em. Kriffin tired of this rat race.”

“Miss them already...”

“Shhh...we can’t. At least not right NOW.”

“Maybe sometime...in the future...”

“Yeah, younger ones go first.”

“Gotta be REAL careful if we smuggle any more out.”

A hush fell among the group as the planet disappeared with only cold black space remaining.

"Stranded"

Far out in cold black space the Dread Beldame drifted.

After Mad had fainted and fallen to the floor, Sil turned her over. Pale and with a bruise from the fall developing on her face, he could feel the panic rising.

“Sil...breathe...” Omega had to keep him calm. “Love?”

The teen floated above the decking; eyes rolled back in their head. No answer.

Hunter had finally passed out from the horrific sensory stimuli.

Tiggy shook it off and ambled over to them whimpering. She pressed her body up against Sil to distract him.

The lights of the Beldame began to flicker.

“Sil! What’s going on? Are we losing power???”

Sil snapped to, furiously stroking Tiggy. “We lost main power after the Venator exploded.” He looked terrified. “The auxillary power is starting to fail...lights, gravity...and life support.”

Omega felt a chill go through her. “We can fix it...RIGHT???”

“No... we need another ship to hook up to the ‘Dame for recharge and repair.”

“It’ll be ok, Sil. The Marauder will be here soon!”

Sil shook his head. “Omega...the explosion pushed us parsecs away from Ord Mantell.” He got up, leaving Mad and Tiggy to check ships comm. He found them inoperable, then stared out into the blackness of space.

“I... recognize SOME of these stars. No planets or any other large landmarks. But we’ll continue to drift farther out.” He looked resigned to their fate. “Without coordinates, or a way to radio them, it’s going to be near impossible.”

“Tech and Echo WILL find us!” Omega was hopeful...but she was also scared.

The lights dimmed again and stayed at half capacity.

“It’s going to get VERY cold here soon, Omega. And we need to conserve oxygen best we can.” Sil opened a panel and pulled out insulation blankets and oxygen face masks.

Omega and Sil pulled Hunter, Mad, Love, Tiggy and each other close into a warm huddle, donned their oxygen masks, and hoped for the best.

Echo and Tech furiously checked as many comm channels as possible to hail the Beldame.

Techs voice was rising, “I cannot find them on ANY channel!”

Echo was starting to worry, but couldn’t concentrate...

“You stink!” Echo wrinkled up his face. “Get in the refresher, Wrecker!!! Pick up your armor, too.”

“Wait” interjected Tech “Who was that clone with you in the sewer tunnel?”

Echo perked up and turned around in his seat “Another clone on Ord Mantell other than Rex???”

“He called himself Riffraff. Escaped off world after Order 66.”

Echo smiled from ear to ear, “Thank the Maker! Vod made it.”

“You know him?” Tech inquired, still checking comm channels, trying not to panic.

“Yeah, he was a shiny I met from another unit just before joining the Batch. Good kid, he had promise.”

“He looked SO OLD though. Didn’t recognize him as a clone at first.” Wrecker was shocked.

“I agree with Wrecker, he must have aged to look like a first-generation clone with all the adversity he witnessed during Order 66 and after. He said he was staying behind to gain intel for a growing rebellion.” Tech’s brow creased stressfully. “STILL cannot hail the Beldame.”

“Wrecker, shower!” Echo ordered.

“I’M GOIN’! GEEZ!!!”

“Well, I hope he accomplishes his goal. The galaxy really needs a strong rebellion. Maybe more of our brothers will join the fight.” Echo looked hopeful. “Inhibitor chips be damned.”

“I’m worried about the crew of the Beldame” Tech looked to Echo. “Without a functioning shield they may not have escaped.”

Echo shook his head, “I REFUSE to even consider that an option.”

Darkness penetrated the Beldame. A thin coating of frost covered the huddled, blanketed crew. Omega and Sil were shivering violently from the cold. Love, Mad, and Hunter were still out, but breathing and warm...for now.

Tiggy, being small and warmly nestled within the center of the group squiggled up through the bodies. She climbed up on Sil’s chest and pressed her canine head against his forehead.

He felt a strange presence in his mind. The pitter patter of little paws though his thoughts...was the best he could recall. Sil was too weak to care. Concentrating on this was better than the agony of slowly freezing to death.

“...mega?” Was the best he could muster.

“Mmm...” She was barely there. He pulled her closer, trying to keep her warm with his body heat.

How much oxygen did they have left? Even with the masks...it couldn’t last forever. Was it the low oxygen levels or the cold causing them to fight to stay awake?

Tiggy crawled away from Sil and pulled herself up to Love, who was still levitating, but tied up close to their group for warmth. She whimpered and scratched at Love’s chest. No response. She barked.

“Tiggy, leave it.” Sil tiredly commanded.

The puppy whimpered and whined...then bit Love on the chin, drawing blood.

Love’s eyes popped open with the pain response.

“Tiggy, NO!”

Omega intervened. “Sil...I think Tiggy is trying to do something.”

“What?”

“Don’t know...”

Couzin? Love’s eyes rolled back in their head.

Tiggy bit Love again. HARDER.

Love’s eye focused on the pup. Oh...can’t...too weak...

Then Tiggy MASHED her head up against Love’s. Her little tail wagging furiously. Omega and Sil watched closely.

For what, they didn’t know.

Bubbles filled the refresher shower. Wrecker scrubbed away at the stink on his skin. On his third wash to finally be rid of it.

Plunging his face under the faucet a tune wound an earworm into his head.

Wrecker hadn’t turned on his holotunes, but an oddly discordant song kept repeating in his head. More like a repeating snippet of a song...with some percussion.

It became stronger. Then Wrecker started to hum...over...and over. Tapped his foot even.

He finished, dried off, dressed. Still humming the tune, tapping the percussion now with his knuckle on the bunkroom wall.

Wrecker wandered to the cockpit...

...humming...

...tapping...

Echo and Tech were backtracking coordinates, retrying comm channels, plotting hyperspace lanes...concerned for the worst.

“Like they just disappeared!” Echo furrowed his brow.

“Echo...I think we MIGHT have to entertain the idea...” Tech eyed his brother with concern.

“NO!”

...humming...

...tapping...

“I know it’s difficult to consider...Echo...”

“I WON’T accept that they may be...”

...humming...

...tapping...

Tech swung his chair around to look at Wrecker.

Wrecker was grooving along to some type of internal tune. Humming along and tapping on the Marauder’s interior wall. It wasn’t exactly musical, but Wrecker didn’t seem to mind, eyes closed, and he just kept on jamming along.

Echo took Tech’s lead and watched Wrecker for a few moments.

“WRECKER!” Echo shouted.

“WHAAAAT?”

“Why are you tapping out Basic Standard Code?”

Wrecker shrugged. “Stuck in my head...can’t stop.”

“Keep going, Wrecker.” Tech urged, rubbing his chin.

They watched Wrecker repeat the humming and tapping over and over.

Echo broke the silence, “DEFINITELY BSC! The message keeps repeating. Don’t know what the other part is...”

Tech interrupted excitedly. “Notes on the musical scale!”

Tech repeated the Basic Alphabet that corresponded with the notes to Echo.

“With the Basic Standard Code...” Echo started the sentence...

...and Tech finished it, “They’re coordinates!”

They both spun their seats around and immediately engaged the Marauder.

Wrecker stopped humming and tapping. “YOU’RE WELCOME!”

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figgiforever · 1 year

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🎫 Lio my beloved boi <33

Lio will marry a princess.

#kinda #because she doesn't use the title of the princess #but she's the daughter of the ruler of planet Aast #so technically she is a princess #but she uses a title of Tejlessa #and her mother is the Tejla of Aast #I have to write about them one day #that princess-not-princess is one of my favourite OCs #and one of Tiggi's childhood best friends #thanks for the ask <3 #asks and answers #figgiverse #my oc lio #my oc minessa #<- yep this is the name of Lio's wife hehe

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toobz-drawz · 9 months

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I HAVE A REQUEST!!! I’ve requested this to a few people but never got a response, but I’m in desperate need for a john x reader where they are childhood friends and slowly realize they like eachother 🙏🙏🙏 I also love a good bit of jealousy 🥰

Jealous Guy

John Lennon x Reader

•Warning: no warnings need. •Summary: John had been a childhood best friend of yours, over the years the two of your grow close, and one day someone decides to speak up. •Characters: 8,150 •Additional information: Sorry if this fanfic is a bit late, I have a lot of things to do, and school is starting up soon for me. Hopefully this is good and I didn’t disappoint you.

It feels as if it was just yesterday when you and John first met at a playground. At the moment there was a game of tiggy just starting out, you sat on the sidelines just watching as the boys ran around chasing each other, that was until one boy from that crowd ran up to you and tapped you on the shoulders, “You’re it.” The boy looked down at you, as your curious eyes looked up at him. “Oh— I’m not playing, sorry.” You raised up both of your hands in defense, “Well, you don’t look like you’re doing anything except watching us, so..I insist you get up and join.” The boy looked rather determined for you to join in on the fun, you couldn’t just say no and blow him off. You sighed, “Fine, alright, I’ll play.” The boy held out his hand for you to grab, and you gladly took it so you could lift yourself off of the ground. “Oh! I forgot to ask what your name was.” You took your hand away, wiping it on your dress. “My name is John, John Winston Lennon, and you?” He gave you a warm smile, “And my name is y/n, y/n l/n. I Must say your name has a ring to it, you’re rather lucky to have such a wonderful name.” You beamed, completely forgetting that you had been invited to a game of tiggy, that was until a boy who had been previously running away from everything piped up, “Oi! Are you going to play or what?!” The random boy said while peaking out of his hiding place which startled you. You tried reaching out for John, but he’d backin’ up, making it known he knew every trick in the book, before he started running away.

From that day on you hold that memory dear to your heart, knowing not long after that you two both had bumped into one another at school, slowly building up a friendship from there, and maybe something more deeper than you expected.

Currently you were seated at the dinner table, eating the meal in front of you with your mother and father, of course your father didn’t pay much attention, and kept his face buried into the newspaper. The silence between you three was rather deafening, until—

Ring, Ring, Ring

Your father looked up from the paper which was held by his one hand, while your mother had gotten up to see who was calling at this hour. She grabbed the phone, pulled it up to her ear, and spoke. “To whom am I speaking?” Waiting for a response, your mother turned her body, now facing the two of you still at the table. “John, John Lennon, y/n’s friend.” She pulled the phone away from her face, now covering the bottom part of the telephone, as she held it out. “Y/n it’s for you, dear.” You were a bit confused on who would be calling you, but you didn’t think it through that much. You’d gotten up and walked towards the telephone, grabbing it gently from your mothers grasp. “Thank you, mother.” You dismissed her, before pulling up the receiver to your ear. “Y/n speaking, who is it?” You started playing with the plastic covered wire while you waited for a response. “Y/n! It’s John, I just need to ask you something, I promise you it won’t take long.” Hearing johns voice felt like a relief wash over you, his voice always sounded so sweet and comfortingly to listen to, “Well, go ahead then, ask away.” John shifted on the other end, his talking so far seemed rather rushed and it made you raise an eyebrow, “Could you meet me at that coffee shop you’ve been dying to go to? I need to speak to you in private about something.” John didn’t give you much time to respond or think, before he had hung up leaving you with the sound of static on the other end.

You pulled the phone away, placed it back down, then gave your parents a rather confused look. You must’ve seemed so lost in your thoughts, I mean who wouldn’t be? Your best friend had just asked you something rather weird without a proper explanation. In private? Well, for starters a coffee shop isn’t that private, but you’ve been dying to go there anyway you never could find the time to go and just enjoy yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to find out what John really wanted to tell you, so you decided to go.

It was the next morning, you had just reminded yourself halfway through brushing your teeth that you had to get ready to go to that coffee shop, so you started getting dressed in a causal outfit and got your hair done to look presentable.

You loved John, John was such a big teddy bear and always got on your good side, thought Highschool you started to fall in love with him, but you always had a feeling that it was a bit strange to like someone you grew up with, I mean people called you siblings for Christ sakes! It just felt wrong. Yet you couldn’t help but twirl you hair and giggle thinking about him at night when you should be asleep, god, he was just so dreamy, you loved every second you spent with him, and you just hoped he felt the same.

It didn’t take you that long to get dressed and headed out the door as you might’ve thought, but you knew walking would be longer. You didn’t mind walking though, it gave you a second to appreciate everything around you and also on a good note it was a pretty nice day outside.

When you got to the shop, you looked around and found John, sitting at a table fiddling with his hands, looking a John a bit more he looked a bit over dressed for the place and stuck out like a sore thumb. He was dressed in a rather flattering black suit, his hair looked perfect, and everything else looked in place on him. You walked up to John, who looked as if he was lost in his thoughts, “John?” He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked up at you, you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh- Oh, hello y/n, sorry about the call, I didn’t mean to seem a bit—“ John stood up from his seat, trying to find the word he was thinking of, “weird? John, you sounded so stressed out I thought something was actually wrong.” He laughed, “Well, I just felt like now was the right time I must tell you somethi—“ John had been cut short by someone behind you call your name, it was another boy from school who often flirted with you and tried to get a bite of you. You turned your head to look at who was calling you. “I didn’t think I’d see a bird like yourself here.” The boy walked up to you, placing his hands on your waist almost immediately as if you two were actually together. John was fuming, he absolutely despised the boy since day one, at first he thought you two were together when he saw you two at school being all close, surely then he thought it was over between him and you, thinking it should’ve been him that talked to you that way and held you like that. He was already one step closer to punching that smirk off of the boys face in just one clean swing. “Oh! I was just here to see John” You tried pulling his hands off of your waist, but they wouldn’t budge. The boy looked up at John, seeing at how nicely dressed he was, “Looks as if he’s trying a bit too hard than one should to get a girls attention.” He leaned closer to you, making you just feel uncomfortable in the slightest. John had just enough as soon as that pip squeak opened his mouth, “How about you take your hands off of her and run along now, before it gets ugly?” John stepped forward, grabbing you and pulling you away from the boys grasp. “Whatever, you’ll never get that bird anyway.” He looked up and down at the two, then headed off.

You looked at John confused, that was until you connected the dots and everything seemed so much more clearer now. “You’re trying to ask me out aren’t ya?” John looked startled when you asked that, “How-“ you grabbed him by the collar, now looking into his eyes, “Let’s just say you made it a bit obvious with that suit, mister.” You kissed him on the lips, pushing yourself away so you could sit down and see what you wanted to drink. Johns face went red, he was stunned to say the very least, before he quickly sat down as well, trying to keep himself together before spilling his guts out, “So, is that a yes?” John asked nervously. “I think I’ll say yes to that, I’ve been waiting forever for you to ask me that.” You looked up at him from your menu, on the inside you were screaming and giggling, you were just happy that you could finally call John yours after all these years.

#The Beatles #the beatles x reader #john Lennon #John Lennon x Reader

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Tiggie #3

(Itachi Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to denggu_5]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,595

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Fugaku being a shitty dad

Word ‘Harlot’ is used

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The beeping of the machines hooked up to Itachi mixes with the sound of the oxygen tank helping to pump air into his lungs. His sharingans are on as he looks at me, probably not the best idea with recent events and the state of his health but there's no use telling him to turn them off.

It's the first time I've been able to see him since everything happened. Since he reanimated Lord Fourth, since his friend died for the jutsu to work, since the village went into an uproar and demanded Danzo was taken care of, since Lord Third has been barraging with the Uchiha clan and the village for a peaceful resolve. Since my brother lost his mind and threatened to tear Itachi into shreds for 'bringing me along for the ride'.

Genma went a tad bit insane when he found out Itachi had been sniffing around. He went even more insane when I spilled everything to him. Of course, in his overprotective way, he didn't see any of it as my fault and blamed it all on Itachi. Since my little confession, he's been more overbarring than usual. Having his friends or underlings watching over me, trying to convince Lord Third - who has a hell of a lot more important things to worry about - to 'retire' me from the Anbus. Hell, even now some of his scouts are standing behind the hospital room door to eavesdrop and monitor my time with Itachi.

"Do you know there's two - "

"I know," I mutter, cutting his question off. "Genma is a little..."

"Terrified of you being around me?" Itachi asks, finally turning off his eyes and laying his head back down on his pillows.

"Yes." Silence falls between us, Itachi watching the ceiling as I watch his chest fall and jump back up again. "Rumor in the village is that your dad is going to take over as the fifth Hokage," I mention softly, feeling out to see how true the rumor might be. "The village is calling for Lord Third to step down or be overthrown."

Itachi turns his head, the exhaustion evident on his face as he looks at me. "It's not a rumor. My father will be Lord Fifth."

"Is that a good thing?"

He hums, slowly nodding his head in agreement. "If the inauguration goes through the tension between the clan and the council should go down and hopefully end once everything settles."

"And what about you?" I ask, shifting in my spot to get more comfortable.

Itachi's eyes crawl over me, working slowly up to my face. "Lord Third and my father agree that there is a good chance I could take over after him. As for now, he wants me to stay in the anbus and be his sort of 'right hand' I suppose."

"What do you want to do?"

"Kiss you," he answers instantly, his eyes going wide once he realizes what he said. "I'm sorry, that wasn't very appropriate of me and not going to help our situation with your brother."

Itachi keeps rambling on with his apology as I lean forward, hovering my head in front of his. "Shut up, Tach," I mutter before pressing my lips against his.

He's cherry red when I pull away, sharingans back on as he looks up at me. "I... ah... thank you."

"Of course, it's the least I can do for our village's hero in the shadows," I mutter, brushing my lips against his once more before climbing to my feet. "I should get going before Genma gets back from his mission. I'll see you later."

"See you later," he echoes, eyes still trailing after me as I leave the room.

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The locker room is buzzing with talk as I approach it, all the talk cutting off when I open the door. It's the first day I've been back since everything, it's also the mark of the first full week of Fugaku being Hokage, and not everyone is taking the change nicely. Not everyone is taking what Itachi did - and my connection to him - nicely either.

Eyes are glued to me as I head toward my locker, even Squirrel tenses when I settle into my spot. "Welcome back, Tiggie," Captain's voice rings out, followed by his footsteps approaching me.

"Doggie," I great back, turning to face him. "I'm glad to be back."

He lets out a hum, handing me a thin file. "The Hokage wishes to see you before you start your duty for the day."

"Oh," I mutter, taking a peak into my file. There's nothing in it but a sticky note with scratchy handwriting, the words 'stay beside Itachi; order by' written on it paired with Fugaku's signature. That's either really good or really bad; we'll see which one soon.

I quickly change, waving goodbye to the Captain before snapping on my mask and slipping out the door. My nerves shift as I make the short walk to the Hokage's office, every possible reason for this meeting running through my mind.

When I settle in front of the door, I give myself a few moments to fix my thoughts before knocking. Instantly, the door swings open, an exhausted Itachi standing in the doorway. His eyes light up when he notices me, a soft smile on his face. "Hello, Tiggie. What are you doing here?"

"I asked her to stop by," His father says, standing up from his desk.

"Lord Fifth," I mutter, bowing to the new ruler of our village.

"Go wait outside, Itachi. You can have your Tiggie in a moment," Fugaku orders, throwing his hand toward the door. Reluctantly, Itachi does as ordered, slowly leaving the room so I'm alone with his father. "Please. Sit." He orders, shifting his hand to the chair in front of his desk before sitting down in his chair.

I slide into the chair he motioned toward, sitting on the edge of it as I look at the new lord. "What can I help you with, My Lord?" I ask, running my fingertips over the underside of his desk, letting the material help soothe my nerves.

"Uchiha's don't marry outside of the clan," he says point blank, hands crossed on his chest and eyes pointed toward me.

"Oh...?" I mumble, shifting in my seat. Does Lord Fifth know about my relationship with Itachi? If he does, isn't it a little too soon to be talking about marriage? Aren't Itachi and me too young to be worried about marriage?

"Or at least that's how it was," he mutters, letting his eyes settle closed as he relaxes in his chair. That's good. "How it'll stay." That's not good. "But I'm deciding to make an exception." That's... good? "For you." That's really good. "On one condition." That's... not good? What the hell is up with Fugaku and his delayed speech? Just tell me everything at once.

"Oh?" I repeat, bouncing my knee as I wait for the slow speaker to finish his little speech.

"My son, as most people, is not useful if he is not at least semi-happy. Your brother is..." The Lord lets out a long sigh, gently rubbing his temples before setting his sights on me again. "Annoying, at best, and does not wish for you to continue as an Anbu. If you stop being an Anbu, my son will be distracted because of his... fondness for you. My son and you can... do as you please, as long as you keep his focus on work."

"How am I supposed to do that?" I mutter, letting my eyes jump around his office.

"Whatever you did to help him reanimate the Fourth Lord. Keep him happy and productive. In return, you will get a pay raise, which will hopefully keep your brother silent, and whatever comes of my son and you will be."

"Will be what?" I ask, slowly blinking at Fugaku.

"Fling, sexual, romantic, marriage, wherever it lands, it will stay despite the clan's disapproval. As long as Itachi stays productive and useful to me, and in turn the clan and the village."

What the hell is this conversation? 'Date my son so he'll be more useful to me'? 'If my son is useful and he falls in love, you can have him, just make sure he gets his work done'? What kind of father is Fugaku? A shit one, that's for sure.

"What if I can't? Or, or Itachi lose his 'fondness' of me? Then what?" You'll kill me? The question hangs in my head, daring to tumble past my lips.

"You will be disbanded from the Anbus, be knocked down to an everyday Shinobi. Then I shall find another harlot or something else to encourage Itachi's work ethic."

Harlot? Harlot?! Does the Lord think I'm sleeping with his son? Let alone think I'm sleeping with his son for some kind of payout? What kind of payout could I possibly get from Itachi? The village feeling unfavorited about me because of me aiding in reanimating Lord Fourth?

"Oh," I repeat for the third time, blinking like crazy as I try to process Fugaku's words; more so threat. Not even in office for a month and he's already abusing his power. Though, at least it's for his son, I guess.

"You are dismissed," he grumbles, trying to wave me out of his office. "As your duty order said, from now on your orders are to accompany Itachi with whatever tasks or duties he is doing for me. I have already informed your Captain that you are no longer under his service and will be under Itachi's from now on."

"Okay," I mutter, standing up before I walk out of his office. My head is so turned around it feels like I'm floating as I exit the room. Once the door closes behind me, I'm able to shake the cloudiness out of my head.

"Don't take it to heart," Itachi mumbles, his arms wrapping around me as he rests his head on my shoulder. "I will not fall out of... my feelings for you," he mutters, tightening his hold around my waist. "My father is a jerk and feels like he needs to hang something over my head. He's all bark, no harm will come to you."

I hope you're right.

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Itachi's fingers slide through my hair as my head rests on his lap. He's curled up in the corner of the couch with me stretched out and his little brother sitting on my stomach. Sasuke is rambling about some flowered named girl, spilling about how smart she is and how pretty her hair is. I hum along to his rant, occasionally throwing out an "oh ya?" as I listen.

"How about you go start your homework?" Itachi mumbles, helping - more like forcing - his younger brother off of me, shooing him into the kitchen.

"But Itachi -"

"Kitchen, homework, now," Tach grumbles, squirming out from under me. The boys leave me alone in the living room, letting my anxiety set in.

The recent weeks have been nice but weird. I've spent a lot of time with Itachi and his family. Working alongside him all day every day, dinners with them, Itachi having dinners with Genma and me, Itachi still sneaking into my room at night, school events for Sasuke, and then days like this. When we're off, a lot of our time is spent with his younger brother, catching up on sleep, or occasionally spending time with my older brother.

Genma is a little less on edge about Itachi. He's still not the biggest fan of our growing relationship but he'd act like that with any person I ended up with. My brother has also seemed to be a bit nosey after nightfall, making me suspect he's catching wind of Itachi sneaking in at night.

"I'm back, my Little Crow," Itachi grumbles, slowly walking back into the room.

"Welcome back," I greet, turning my eyes from the ceiling to the side so I can watch him make his way toward me. "What should we do while Sasuke works on his assignments?"

"Nap," he shortly answers, crawling onto the couch. Itachi moves slowly and carefully, settling himself between my legs, arms wrapped around my thighs. "Goodnight," he mutters, taking a chuck of my thigh into his mouth, sinking his teeth into it for a beat before resting his head on my stomach.

"Goodnight," I echo, letting my fingers toy with the ends of his hair as my eyes fall closed.

By the time my fingers start to ache, the sound of a chair moving in the kitchen pulls one of my eyelids open. I take a peak towards the kitchen, Sasuke's head poking around the wall, looking at his brother and me cuddling on the couch. "Onee-Chan?" He whispers, peaking further out from around the wall.

"Otouto-San?" I whisper back, gently teasing Sasuke's formality.

"Is Itachi asleep?" He continues to whisper, slowly inching further into the living room.

I shift Itachi's hair out of the way, taking in the softness of his face and the gentle way his chest rises and falls. "I think so," I answer, mirroring the younger boy's tone.

Sasuke continues to inch toward the couch, taking slow steps toward us before stopping next to us. "Can I take a nap too?" He murmurs, double-checking to see for himself if Itachi is asleep.

"Sure," I mutter, carefully scooping up the boy before settling him on top of me too.

He squirms around, burying himself between my side and the couch, Sasuke's head resting next to his brother's on my stomach. "Sweet dreams, Onee-Chan."

"Sweet dreams," I echo, burying a hand into each boy's locks, slowly running my fingers through the matching raven-colored hair. It doesn't take long for Sasuke to fall asleep and doesn't take long for the placement of the two boys to weigh on me.

As I slide my hand through Sasuke's hair again, the familiar white light of my fortune-telling sizzles into my sight. The light is soon replaced by a bit of the future. I can still feel the boys weighing on my stomach and I can still hear their soft breaths but I can't see them anymore.

I shift my head to the side, being met with the sight of a much older Sasuke and Itachi. Both boys have doubled in height but still have the typical thin frame Uchihas seem to have. The younger of the brothers is excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet, a Shinobi headband in his hands as he rambles a mile a minute. Itachi is beaming with pride, one of his rare smiles on his face as he nods along.

Itachi did it. He saved his clan, saved the village, and a happy future is promised for the brothers. I let my eyes flutter closed, being able to fully rest now that the future is promised.

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"Come on, come on, come on!" Sasuke yells, his hand clinging to mine as he drags me down the path toward his school. Today is career day at the Academy and he insisted on being Itachi and me instead of his father, which is probably for the better. Fugaku tends to be too busy for his son and if Sasuke had asked, it would have ended in disappointment.

"We're going to be late!" The younger boy whines, trying to tug me into walking faster.

"We're not going to be late," Itachi mumbles, trailing next to me as he softly smiles at his younger brother. "We have plenty of time."

"I want to show off Onee-Chan. Hinata is bringing her dad and she says he's good at the byakugan so I need to show how much cooler Onee-Chan is," Sasuke continues to whine, a smile crossing his face when I give in and walk a bit faster. "I'm going to have the coolest career presentation."

"The coolest," I tease, getting a head shake from Itachi. "You do know people can't see what I can see right?"

"Well ya, but your eyes do that cool pattern thing and they get that pretty purple color. So much cooler than the Hyugas," he rambles, tugging me harder when his school falls into view.

Itachi shakes his head more, moving quicker to beat us ahead and hold the door open. His hand slides across my hip when I'm dragged past, fingers digging into my side as I'm shifted left and right down the hallways. His hand shifts off of me as I'm dragged into a classroom, but he stays close, head on a swivel as I'm dragged towards the desk.

"This is where I sit, right in the middle. Then Sakura sits there and then that annoying kid sits on my other side," Sasuke rambles, finally letting go of my hand to point out the different chairs. "Sit down, Onee-Chan," he orders, pulling out his chair and tapping it.

"You're the boss man today," I mutter, sliding into the chair and helping him push me in. Sasuke crawls into my lap, pointing at the different chairs - most of them empty - as he tells me where everyone sits.

Itachi settles behind us, leaning against the desk as he plays the watchdog position he takes over when we go out in public with Sasuke. Every time the door opens, his head snaps towards it, sizing up whoever walks through. It doesn't take long for the room to fill up, twenty or so children and their people for the career day presentation. As promised, the Hyuga Chief is here too, his daughter hiding behind his legs.

"Alright, alright. Students find your chairs, parents and other family members, find your child once they've found their spot," the teacher at the front says, making the children scurry toward their desks.

I tilt my head backward trying to catch Itachi's attention, waiting for him to look down at me. When he does, he lets out a hum, eyes flickering around the room still. "Is this a family-only event?" He nods his head, head tilting to the side when the flower girl Sasuke likes slides into her spot, her father standing behind her like Itachi is doing to Sasuke and me. "Am I allowed to be here then?"

"Of course, you are," Itachi mutters, his face scrunching up as he looks away from me.

"I'm not family though."

His head snaps back toward me, eyes squinted as looks down at me. Itachi bends down, hands resting on my shoulders and lips pressed against my ear. "Of course you're family. None of us would be here without you, Tiggie."

My cheeks heat up at Itachi's words. I tighten my arms around Sasuke, trying to use it to ground myself from the bliss I'm feeling.

"Do we have any volunteers to go first?" The teacher asks, making Sasuke bounce in my lap, flagging his arms around. "Alright, alright. Sasuke Uchiha. You can go first."

He climbs out of my lap, tugging me behind him again as he weaves our way through the crowd. Itachi takes up the end like always, right behind me and head spinning as we walk to the front.

"Alright," Sasuke starts, situating his brother next to me before he picks his spot in front of the two of us. "My brother - say hi Itachi," he says, turning his head around as he cuts himself off.

"Hello," Itachi mutters, waving at the crowd.

"And his wife - "

"Friend!" Itachi cuts off, wrapping his hand around his brother's mouth. "She is my girlfriend," he says calmer this time, settling back in his spot, cheeks bright red.

Sasuke rolls his eyes, wiping his mouth before he goes back to his speech. "And his girlfriend, Tiggie - say hi Tiggie."

"Hi," I say, mimicking Itachi and waving at the crowd.

"They work for the anbus. They used to work for the on-field division but now they work right under my dad as the Hokage's personal department of anbus. They both have dojutsu abilities. Itachi specializes in genjutsu which is cool or whatever." Sasuke rolls his eyes again, mumbling the last part before reaching behind him. He grabs my wrist, tugging me forward for the hundredth time. "Tiggie's dojutsu lets her see the future, which is super cooler. She used it to help Itachi save my clan and the village. Before we see their cool eyes, does anyone have any questions for them?"

Half the room throws their hands up, including a good portion of the older Shinobis present for their kids' presentation. "Yes, you, sunglasses' dad," Sasuke picks Shibi, making me silently giggle at the nickname he gave him. "What's your question?"

"When you mean 'see the future' what does that mean?"

"Tiggie can see a couple of minutes of a future event that'll take place in a certain spot. Sometimes it's things like attacks on the village and sometimes it's good or simple things like us training in the yard or my mom making cookies for the holidays."

Itachi leans forward, lips against my ear again as Sasuke answers the question. "Maybe it wasn't the best idea to tell Sasuke about your abilities."

I shrug my shoulders, a smile on my lips as Sasuke continues to answer questions about his brother and me, pride drowning his eyes as he gushes about us. It might not have been the best choice to explain my jutsu to Sasuke, but it was a good choice to get close to Itachi again.

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ankhmutes · 10 months

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A Charming Journey Home (SOA) Chapter 4

This is filth, so as always, putting the good stuff under the cut because, minors are not welcome. Someday I'll go back and edit everything so it's nice and easy to find in one place and all my fics look prettier.. but I figure you appreciate a chapter drop now and then fresh off the press.

“Let’s make this party private.” Tig said as he grabbed Chibs’s hand, the two men ushering you towards a back room in the clubhouse, what you later discovered to be Chibs’s room at the clubhouse. The night blurred by in snatches of moments and sensations.

“Come to Tiggy.” Tig crooned, his hands all over you as Chibs spread you open for him, his hot hands sliding up and down your thighs.

“You don’t need to be quiet- let’s just let go.” Chibs whispered hotly in your ear, as you felt the hot flames of a climax consuming you from the inside out, someone was eating you out, and you saw stars. Someone’s dick was in your mouth, and you swallowed liquid heat, Chibs’s voice searing you alive as if his voice was as hot and bitter as his come had been. Tig took his turn, his hot come marking you across your breasts, drops of come decorating your hair and you didn’t care.

“You’re a good girl, such a good, dirty girl, aren’t you, darling?” Chibs’s voice echoing with Tig’s, the two men calling you a good girl, or a dirty girl, both of them endearing you with “princess” or “darling” which you held close to yourself, letting yourself go and trusting the two men to take you to the heights of pleasure with their mouths and hands. An Eiffel Tower came later, you somehow found yourself being spit-roasted by the two men, and not minding one bit when you felt yourself falling apart to pieces, being consumed by the flames of orgasm after orgasm, the waves of pleasure shooting through you like flames over a fire pit.

Your screams were muffled, and your head was muffled. You were still delighting in it, it was the first time you were able to truly let go after a long, long time. Even before Connor, you vaguely found yourself thinking as you dropped to the bed after the third round, Tig and Chibs sliding a blanket over your sated and relaxed body. Tig was already getting dressed, his belt clinking loudly in the silent room.

“Just rest for a minute, alright, lass? We’ll make sure no one disturbs you.” Chibs said gently as Tig nodded, cradling your head against his chest for a moment before dropping a kiss on the top of your sex-tousled hair and exiting the room. You let out a long exhale, wondering what you had just done with the two of them, as you listened to Chibs getting up from the bed and trying to get dressed and straightened up near you, the quiet clinking of metal and creak of leather, a cigarette being lit.

“You okay?” he asked after a moment.

“Never better.” you exhaled as you sat up slowly, reaching for a stray T-shirt to clean come off of you. You knew you’d have to shower and wash when you got home, but at least now it wasn’t obvious at first sight, at least, that someone had shot a hot load on you. “I didn’t realize I needed that. I mean.. Thank you.” you ended lamely, smiling a small, shy smile at Chibs who nodded.

“Yeah, you’re just one of the good girls, aren’t you, princess?” he asked with a wink and his smile was genuine, with a light tease at the ends of his mouth. “Just gotta make it through the gauntlet out there, I’m sure your friend won’t be too pleased with you though.” Chibs put a shirt on, finishing his cigarette.

“Oh shit. Yeah.” that left you with a problem, but you were pretty sure if Amanda had drunk enough she’d be passed out on the pool table, or in a room with a member, hopefully. “I’ll be fine. Worst case, I’ll get an uber.”

“If you say so. Tiggy and me, we’re okay with giving you a ride if ya need it.”

“You sure?” you ask after a beat, making sure your clothes were back on and cleaned up, no signs of any come or alcohol. You didn’t want to come home and have your parents, or even the kids, seeing something you missed if they had come back early from their trip.

“Yes, always.” Chibs said with a confident nod, ushering you out of the room and into the main part of the clubhouse, him and Tig sweeping you up in a flurry of distraction through a small crowd.

You managed to spot Amanda, half-passed out over the pool table as predicted; she looked like she was having a moment with one of the prospects, but you knew she was okay. Gemma had sent you a confirming nod, silently letting you know she was keeping an eye on things for you, as she had spotted you leaving the room with Tig and Chibs. You found yourself ushered into a truck, the doors slamming shut shooting you back to reality. You weren’t drunk, just in a crazy out of body experience, not quite believing the situation you had just experienced. Tig sat by your side, his hair wild as ever, his blue eyes sharp as his hands expertly navigated the truck over to your parent’s house with no assistance.

“How did you-”

“Your shitty jeep. You’re the Cherokee girl.” Tig said with a grin. “We all know you. Didn’t know the name, but knew the car.”

“Fuck. Was I that obvious or stupid?” you asked with a laugh, opening the door and shutting it after you let yourself out of the truck. Tig shrugged, leaning back in the seat as he set himself up for reversing the truck out of the driveway.

“I like to think you were just enthusiastic. We liked your creativity. Hell, we even had a pool going.”

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, as the tires squealed, Tig putting the pedal to the metal as he took off out of the driveway and down the street like a bat out of hell. Probably to avoid your questions, you thought with puzzlement and amusement. You yelled again after them, raising the bird high and proud.

“Fuckers!”

You got a two-fingered salute back from Chibs, and a wave from Tig as they left your block, turning at the Millers’ place. You hoped Mr. Miller wouldn’t have woken up from their squealing tires, but you didn’t really care. You had gotten railed so good, by the two men you had been eyeing for the longest time ever… You didn’t have a care in the world at that very moment. You loved the feeling, milking it while it lasted as you sauntered into the house, humming the first AC/DC song that came to mind. You were sated. You thought you should write Amanda a thank you text later, but first, it was time to wash all that cum out of your hair….

The next weekend, you went to your usual shift, getting the bar ready for the big rush in the evening, there was a lot of bikers, and a huge group had just come in. You prepped fruit for the garnishes, and you were bringing up crates of beer from the basement for the big group when you heard rough voices.

“The sons’ll never know what hit ‘em. Fuck, we got real good intel from one of their girls. mad at ‘em, so….”

“Are you sure your intel is good, though? You know Jax n’ Clay are—” there was an interruption and you scowled, glancing over at the trapdoor, walking up since you knew you wouldn’t be getting more. You moved up into the storeroom, and you could see the back door was ajar, the smell of cigarettes and marijuana drifting in the area. You shuddered slightly, knowing how close you had been to someone who would wish the Sons harm. You knew just what you had to do.

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So, feeding this monster is much welcomed, and any of my stories. I usually write where the dopamine takes me and I fandom-hop. So far, this is the best streak I've had, so encouragement is welcomed and might help. Thank you! I also want to take a minute to thank @kdogreads for all their kind words and encouragement. Thank you!

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ravennaortiz · 4 months

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Chapter 6 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

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"I'm starting to think you don't have your own place Juice" joked Stormie as she walked into the living room where her brother and Juice were sitting playing a video game. "Your always welcome to visit to see for yourself" replied Juice as he shot her a quick smile. "Might have too. Did you two leave me some coffee?" questioned Stormie as she continued into the kitchen. "I made a fresh pot just a few minutes ago" called Half-Sack as he paused the game.

"Why did you " started Juice turning to look at his best friends but stopping catching the look he was getting. "Are you flirting with my sister?" inquired Half-Sack. "Umm" stared Juice unsure what to say. He couldn't deny that he thought Stormie was good looking or that he found her fantastic to be around. There had been light flirting on both parts. "I'm not mad but like she's only been here a couple of months. I want her to feel at home here. She's delicate and I don't want her hurt" stated Half-Sack. Juice nodded before speaking. "I got you man" stated Juice as Stormie came back in to the room and sat next to him on the couch.

*Clubhouse*

"Uncle Tiggy!" screeched Isabella the moment she saw Tig at the bar. Dropping Stormies hand she bolted to the man who chuckled as he picked her up. "How's my little lady? Want an ice cream?" inquired Tig as Stormie shook her head as she made her way to the meeting room the guys called Church where Clay was seated talking with Bobby. "Its ten in the morning Tig" she called over her shoulder. "I didn't hear a no did you" asked Tig as he looked at Isabella who giggled and shook her head. "Ice cream it is" stated Tig loud enough for Stormie to hear before going to the kitchen. Stormie chuckled slightly to herself. If she had learned anything the last month it was that no one could say no to her little girl.

"Hey hun" greeted Bobby as he saw her pause in the doorway. "Sorry to bother you two. I was just wanting to let you know I am ready to start working the bar shifts. I appreciate the opportunity.....it means a lot" explained Stormie her voice cracking slightly with emotion at the end as she met Clays gaze. "Not a problem at all. You and Isabella are family and we look after each other." stated Clay as his face softened and he smiled at her. We will be having a party tomorrow night. Why don't you go stock up today, you can take Juice with you" stated Clay as Bobby got into a safe behind him and pulled out a stack of cash and held it out for her.

"Can do boss" replied Stormie as she took the money and headed out. "Make sure our guest understand she is off limits. Any unwelcome advances could end with death" stated Clay as Bobby nodded making a note to reach out to the other charters later.

*Store*

"Thank you for coming with me" stated Stormie as they walked out of the store heading other suv. "Not a problem" replied Juice as he pushed the heavy cart to the parked car. "Hop in and I can load up" stated Juice as he opened the passenger side door for her. "You sure?" inquired Stormie as she started to pick up a box. "Yes" replied Juice as he playfully smacked her hand making her laugh. "Alright. I just don't want top hear you complaining I made you do all the work" replied Stormie with a smirk as she got in the car.

Juice had just finished putting away the cart when a police cruiser pulled up alongside the SUV. "Fuck" muttered Juice as he saw it was Deputy Hale and started jogging to the car to run interference. "Ortiz. I was just introducing myself to your little friend here. Letting her know to reach out if she sees anything suspicious" explained Hale as he held out a card to Stormie who shook her head keeping her gaze forward. "How kind of you" replied Juice as he stood between the two vehicles. "Have a good day" stated Hale before driving away.

"You good" questioned Juice as he turned to Stormie watching her carefully after he had made sure Hale had left. "Yeah, he just creeped me out" replied Stormie as she turned to meet his gaze. Juice nodded before moving to get into the drivers seat.

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manestjerne · 10 months

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Let me save you pt. IV

Juice Ortiz x female

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: toxic relationship, abuse, blood, injuries, mentions of crimes, angst

A/N: Maybe it’s a little too much, but I really felt like it, promise the other parts will be more calm and fluffy, still hope you enjoy🥰

It’s been a few days now, and not much has changed. He still wasn’t talking to me about things he should, but I knew it was only a matter of time. But at least we talked a lot, about everything except the important things, but it’s okay. If he wasn’t here we were texting and it made me feel more safe.

I got up late, enjoying my day off, when I got an unexpected call. It was from St. Thomas, one of the hospitals I applied to. They wanted me to come for an interview and I could actually go there the same day, since I wasn’t at work, so I took a quick shower, did my makeup and put a jacket on to cover the tattoos on my arms. At least for the interview. I really wanted to get this job and the phone call was promising. I sat in my car, feeling like I wasn’t there for ages. Sound of the engine starting warmed my heart a little. I was still stressed, but nothing bad can happen, the worst thing is them not hiring me, but that’s not the end of the world. Driving 30 miles and obeying all the rules was pretty boring, so I decided to step on the gas harder. I knew well why I stopped doing that, but still, it can’t get any worse now, can it?

The lady interviewing me was much nicer than I expected and at the end she said I can get started next week. After that she was talking about some papers I’ll need to sign, but I couldn’t focus on that. The only thing in my head was who should I call first. My shitty boss, telling him I won’t stand behind his shitty bar ever again, or Juice. That one won’t be so easy, me moving from Lodi might make our situation worse. Leaving the room and going down the hall I was staring at my phone, wondering what should I tell him first. New job, moving out? I stared at my phone and stopped rapidly before tripping over some man. He stopped too, so I looked at him. Pretty tall, black beard and hair with silver accents, two long scars by his mouth, imitating a wide smile. But that was not what I was looking at, his cutte was hella familiar.

- Holy shit - I said before thinking of anything else

- Hi - he laughed - can I help you?

- Uh-huh. I have a quick question.

- Go on then - his smile was warm

- Is “Redwood Original” the name of your charter? - I pointed at his patch, which I saw way too many times, but on a different guy

- Ya. Why? - I liked his accent

- And what are you doing here?

- What do you mean by “here”? - his laugh was a bit comforting looking at the weirdness of the situation - The hospital?

- No, what are you doing in Charming?

- Well, darlin’ I live here.

- You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

- I’m actually not, but can you tell me what’s wrong?

- Nothing’s wrong. Could you tell Juice I said hi?

- Juice? - I heard confusion in his voice

- Yeah… - he kinda put me off guard

- Oh no, don’t get me wrong. We just didn’t know he had a lady.

- We’re just friends, nothing serious - I said nervously and he smirked

- Hey, Chibs! - I heard a man yelling from the other side of the hall - No time for chicks now, we have to go.

- Shit, sorry. So what’s your name again?

- Y/n - I realised I didn’t introduce myself - thanks Chibs.

- Anything - he said walking away

Problem solved. I dialled my bosses number when I heard Chibs saying

- Ay, Tiggy. You knew Juice got himself a girl?

- No shit, finally - the other man replied with a laugh

That’s gonna be fun.

My ride back home was way quicker than it should, but I didn’t care, still happy about my new job. I sat at the balcony with my laptop and started to look through the houses for sale in Charming, after a few minutes I heard a motorcycle pulling up. A moment later I heard a familiar knock on my door, so ran there to unlock it. Juice came in without even asking.

- The hell were you doing in Charming? - I flinched at him throwing his hands in the air and saying it a bit louder than necessary

- I got a new job…. - I replied taking a step back

He must’ve seen my reaction and realised it’s because of him, staring at the floor now.

- But why didn’t you tell me you applied to St. Thomas?

- You never asked what places I applied to. Are you mad? - I decided to get more defensive and set my boundaries - I don’t get what your problem is, you never even told me where you live, so what’s this about? Scared your friends are going to meet me now? Don’t worry, it’s already too late and I still never wanted to-

- Hey - he cut me off with a laugh - What are you talking about? That’s great news.

The relief was surely visible on my face because he shortened the distance between us again.

- So you’re not mad I’m moving?

- Mad? - his laugh melted my heart - Why the hell would I be mad? It will be even easier to hit up on you when you’ll be closer. Just watch out for Tig, he might me a little extra sometimes.

My phone started buzzing but I completely ignored it.

- Why would I ever see him again? Y’all live together in a cute little house or you spend so much time at the hospital? - he didn’t say anything about that, just laughed

- You’re not going to answer?

I took the phone out of my pocket and declined the call from Mark.

- Absolutely not.

We decided to order some food and just hang out for a while. Spending time with him was something else, I felt more safe and comfortable than ever, even tho I knew him for only about a month. Although this time was different, Mark tried to call me two times and I declined. He hasn’t reach out for a few days now so it was my chance to finish it, but I couldn’t pick up when Juice was around. He will probably call again. Definitely. I tried to enjoy spending time with Juice but it was hard to focus. For the first time I was relieved when he said he’s got to go. When I closed the door behind him and sat on the couch I looked at the unread messages. “You moved to Lodi? Why didn’t you tell me?” Holy fuck. How can he know that. I stared at the messages when he called, answered immediately.

- Jesus Christ Mark. Can you finally leave me alone? We broke up months ago.

- Not really - he sounded offended - you broke up with me.

- Exactly - I just smiled at how ridiculous was what he just said - and it means we’re not together anymore

- But can we at least talk about it? For the last few months you acted like you forgot about me.

- Maybe because I did - I was confident, trying to let him know it’s really over - that’s what people do after a breakup. Fucking forget about each other, you should do that too.

- Don’t swear princess - he sounded so calm, started to freak me out

- I’m not you damn princess, what the fuck is wrong with you Mark?

- I just want to talk, you live in Lodi, right? - I felt my body tense at his words

- Well, I’m moving soon, but that’s not your business.

- But you’re still in town? I want to talk to you personally. I’ll be there in 5.

This has to be a joke. He can’t come here, he can’t know where I am.

- You’re freaking me out Mark - I said and hung up

I didn’t know what to do and lately when this happened I just texted Juice. But what am I going to tell him now? Hey, can you come save me, I think my crazy ex got my address somehow and is on his way to kill me or sth. He probably isn’t even going to come here. He surely just meant Lodi. I’ll be there in 5. I’ll be in Lodi in 5. Yup, that’s it. I opened the conversation with Juice.

Hey, I know you just left, but could you come by? I want to talk, but don’t worry, you haven’t done anything bad this time:)

I looked at the message. He won’t freak out, nothing’s happening. It sounds cool. I praised myself in my head for not overreacting when I heard knocking on the door. But it wasn’t my favourite knocking. It was more harsh, aggressive.

- Y/n, please, I just want to talk - his voice was nice, welcoming

I walked to the door slowly, thinking what could happen.

- Please, you know I won’t hurt you. Let’s just finish it.

At this point I had no choice. Slowly bringing my hand up I unlocked the door, at the same moment he slammed it open. I felt warm blood dripping from my nose. Meeting with the cool surface of the wall behind me was comforting, trying to get my thoughts together I just stood there for what felt like hours. He grabbed my hand and brought me to sit on the sofa with him.

- Oh baby, look what you made me do - he said while getting a tissue and wiping my nose and mouth, but I slammed his hand away

- What I made you do? Get out of my house and leave me alone - I yelled, but got silent as he slapped me

I wished I told Juice the truth, or at lest called him to actually come here.

- Shh, let me talk - I just nodded - look, we could start again, what do you think?

- I don’t think I’m ready for a new relationship, not with you.

- Not with me? - he put his hand on my throat and started squeezing - okay, but we don’t have to do it now, huh? - I felt my eyes watering - I can give you some time, just don’t treat me like air.

- Mark, you’re hurting me - I whispered underneath my breath

- Oh right - he pulled his hand back - sorry, love.

My phone started buzzing on the table, I tried to get it but just felt a hard punch on my ribs causing me to wrap my hands around my body.

- Who’s Juice? - he asked

- Just a friend, we work together - I forced a smile to calm him down

- Just a friend? - another punch - just a friend? - he yelled punching me again

- Yes - I said confidently

- Then why would you try to answer so fast? - another punch

I have to change my strategy before I cough my lungs out.

- I just wanted to mute, so no one will bother us.

- Oh, I’m sorry baby, you know I’m nervous sometimes.

- I know, it’s all right - I smiled, blood filling my mouth again

- So can we start again? You know I’m not like this. I have a hotel here, I’m staying for a while.

- That sounds good, but I need some rest now. You can call me tomorrow, how about that? We’ll figure something out.

He pulled me in and kissed my forehead. I felt tingling in my fingers, realising he was holding my wrists so tight I felt blood leaving my hands.

- I missed you. Glad you’re okay, I was afraid you’ll push me away again. I should go now - I felt the pressure around my wrists loosen - I’m so grateful I found you.

- How did you know where I live? - I asked before realising it will only make him stay longer

- Emily told me she talked to you before you moved.

Oh sure, fucking slut.

- I’ll go now, please don’t make me do things like that again. We’ll talk different tomorrow.

- Okay, see you then - I forced a smile and waited for him to leave so I can close the door

I sat on the couch and tried to settle my breath. While putting my fingers to my pulsing temple I felt it’s also wet and sticky. And how the fuck did that happen? I looked at my fingers covered in blood and just wished he’d really leave me alone today. I walked up to the sink to wash my hands and face, looked at the mirror. Bruises covering my neck and wrists, tried to take off my shirt to look at my ribs but couldn’t put my hands high enough so I just sat on the couch glad that it’s over and I’m all right. I remembered the times when he suddenly started being aggressive towards me and after that acted like nothing happened. That’s why I left him, that’s one of the reasons why I left LA. Focusing on what just happend I forgot about texting Juice, but when I heard knocking on my door my heart dropped.

- Y/n. Open the door please!

His scream made me shiver but I walked to the door opening it slowly. He bursted in and walked past me.

- Please don’t do that again, you can’t text me such shit and then just not answer my messages and calls, I was-

He got silent immediately when he looked at my face. Wandering around with his eyes he saw the tissues covered in blood on the coffee table.

- What the hell happened here?

I couldn’t answer, just fell into his arms feeling tears dripping on my cheeks. He gently walked me to the couch and sat close enough to wrap his hands around me in a comforting hug. He didn’t say anything, just hold me close stroking my arm lightly, waiting for me to calm down. When I started breathing normally I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, but immediately turned my head away when I felt my eyes watering again.

- Can you tell me what happened now?

- You want to hear the whole story or just todays one?

- Do we have time for the longer one? - he smiled gently encouraging me to speak

I told him everything about Mark. Starting at how we met during a race, our stormy relationship, his sudden change of attitude and finally about the breakup he couldn’t accept. Then I started about what happened today, but felt like I forgot half of it.

- So at least I was right about the toxic ex - he tried to sound funny but I heard his voice shaking - Why didn’t you tell me? Jesus, I should know, all the missed calls and messages, you flinched when I raised my voice. I should ask you about it, it’s obvious you won’t tell me.

- God, stop. Are you blaming yourself?

- Maybe a little. You should go with me, we have a doctor at the clubhouse, she should see this.

- I don’t need a doctor Juice.

He put his hand on my side which made me bring my knees up and hold them close to my chest.

- This looks like you need to see a doctor. Your nose is also not looking good.

- I don’t think it’s broken.

- Maybe it’s not, but Tara will do something about it. Let me help you, please - he sounded desperate at this point

- Okay, I’ll go.

- Then go and pack, I’ll help you but first I have to call Jax.

- Pack?

- You don’t think you’re staying here, do you?

I knew I couldn’t stay here but I was planning on getting a hotel room near Charming before I could find a house.

- I’m not homeless, I don’t need a shelter.

He just smiled at me and called Jax, I got up slowly and went to my bedroom to get the most important stuff. Juice joined me a few minutes later.

- Tara finishes her shift in about an hour, then she can come and see you, we’ll wait for her - I rolled my eyes - unless you want to go to a hospital?

- And what will I tell them?

- That you were attacked by a clowder of cats?

When we packed all the things I might need in the next few days I realised I’m still covered in blood in some places, it dried up making me feel pretty uncomfortable.

- I think I need to take a shower before we go - I said stroking my hair

- Really? - he put his face in his hands in an act of disbelief

- Really. I won’t go anywhere like that.

- As you wish princess, I’ll wait.

- Yeah, great. Can you help me with my shirt?

- You can’t put your hands up and still tried to refuse seeing a doctor?

- I just. I don’t want to go to your clubhouse okay, definitely not looking like that.

- We’re used to it, don’t worry.

- Used to bringing beat up hoes by another members? - I didn’t actually know why I reacted like that

I was really grateful Juice wanted to help me, I guess it was just my reaction about being so stressed lately. I automatically regretted saying that, waiting for him to take up the argument, but instead he came closer and lightly grabbed my hands.

- Y/n - he started softly - you’re not a hoe, nobody thinks you are. You shouldn’t think about yourself like that either. I know you’re stressed, but you know I just want to help.

- I know, I’m sorry…

- Don’t be sorry, just let me do what’s best for you now.

When I took a shower Juice helped me with my bags and we were ready to go. He stopped at the door and turned to me.

- Can we take your car? I’m not sure bike is a good option for our trip - he smiled

- Sure - I tossed him the keys - but you drive.

We walked out and I leaded him to my car, before he put the bags in the trunk he stopped and looked at it for a moment.

- A fucking challenger? You really were playing Fast and Furious back there.

I just laughed and got in the passenger sit, realising I’ve never sat here.

- I never let anyone drive it, it’s like my child, so you better be careful - I sent him a warning smile - you should feel honoured.

- Well, I am. Don’t worry, I won’t be speeding.

- Oh don’t be ridiculous, that’s what this car was made for. Just don’t hit any pedestrians or worse, a curb - I sent him a death stare and he just laughed before turning on the engine

- Wow - his smile was beautiful, especially when he was sitting here

I started getting more nervous as we entered Charming. Handling one biker was enough for me and meeting an entire charter sounded even worse. I met one, basically two of them and they seem nice, but I don’t think that’s really how they are. We pulled up in the parking lot around midnight. Juice helped me get my bag and we headed to the clubhouse. Silently I wished it’ll be empty since it was that late, but I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t crowded, but when we entered, the hot smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit me as if I walked to a crowded bar in a big city. Everybody got quiet and all eyes were on me. Chibs stood up and walked to me, patting my shoulder lightly.

- Hello sweetie. I believe you looked better last time I saw you.

- Oh thanks, nice to see you too, now shove off - I said before thinking about it

At least I didn’t say fuck off.

- I knew you were a good one when I first met you - he laughed and went back to the couch

I looked around and saw that they’re not staring at me now, when I walked through the room everyone greeted me, like they actually were friendly. Juice told me to sit next to Chibs since I already knew him and he went to get Jax.

- Oh hello - said the man with curly hair I saw at the hospital - I’m Tig.

- I remembered that - I smiled lightly - I’m y/n.

- Well, so you’re Juice’s girl, huh?

- Okay, I don’t know what he told you, but we’re just friends - I was pretty annoyed by hearing it again, not knowing what Juice was saying about me

- Actually he told us nothing about you. We tried asking him but he only said that you’re from Lodi, nothing more. But now - his blue eyes wandered around my face and body, tracing all the visible bruises - what happened?

- Just a few scratches, Juice insisted that I should see a doctor so here I am, waiting for Tara.

- But who did it?

- Thanks for your worries Tig, but that’s not important.

- I’ll get you a beer, huh? - he smiled and walked up to the bar

Actually a beer is a good idea.

- Listen - I turned to Chibs immediately when I heard his voice - I know you’re not comfortable here and you don’t want to talk about it, but we need to know who did that. You’re a friend to a club now, we’ll help you.

- Juice helped me already - I shrugged my shoulders

- So you’re sure that this person won’t find you here?

- Uh, well - but I never finished

Juice came in with Jax and gave me a hand to help me get up.

- Jesus Christ… - Jax gently wrapped his hands around me as a welcome - Are you allright? Tara will be here soon, she’ll take care of you.

- I’m sorry Jax, I didn’t want to come here in her free time. I’m really grateful she’ll come.

- That’s not a problem.

- Now - Juice looked more serious then ever - can you give me your phone?

- My phone? Why do you need it?

- I need to make sure he won’t bother you again, your phone can help me find him. And don’t say you don’t want me to do that, I’ll find him either way, we can’t risk him coming back.

I didn’t know what to say, I never thought this could happen. Juice bringing me here should keep me safe.

- I’ll come with you - said a long haired man sitting at the table besides us, he greeted me with the warmest smile saying his name’s Bobby

- I’ll go too - said Chibs standing up slowly

- Count me in - Jax nodded looking at me

- If you have so many volunteers - Tig came back with our beers - I’ll stay here, keep an eye on the girls.

- Okay, so we’re all set - Jax smiled at me again - Tara will be here any minute, then we can go.

I sat on the couch, glued to Juice’s side when they were talking about some random shit, I couldn’t focus on the conversation thinking about what was going to happen. When all of them got in an argument about Tig’s hair I felt Juice’s eyes landing on me. Bringing my head up I looked at him and he put his hand on my cheek sending me a warming smile.

- Are you going to kill him? - I asked seriously, keeping my eyes on his

- We’ll do what’s necessary - he kissed my forehead

- Don’t do this - I shyly tried to push him away

- And why is that? - I looked around the room - I told you they don’t give a fuck.

And they actually didn’t. No one was even looking at us. I took a sip of my beer realising it’s almost empty.

- Another one? - Juice asked and I just nodded

When he left I looked around the room again, how can they all be so calm? My eyes stopped at a woman coming through the door. She also saw me, gave me a welcoming smile and came up to me.

- And you must be y/n. I’m Tara, nice to meet you. Let’s go clean you up.

She leaded me to a smaller room and closed the door. I looked around at the wooden table and chairs around it. Tara encouraged me to sit down and opened her bag, starting to clean the cuts on my face.

- I’m sorry you had to come here, I really wanted to do this myself but Juice got stubborn.

- Don’t worry, I help the club when I can, wanna tell me what happened?

I couldn’t say anything because the door opened and Jax came in saying that they’re ready to go. He gave Tara a kiss and told her to take care of me, after that he was gone and we stayed alone again.

- So? - she continued - it doesn’t look like a little fight with a friend.

She seemed so peaceful that I decided to shorten the story for her. She looked at me from time to time but never interrupted. When I finished she stopped for a moment and looked me in the eyes.

- I know what you’re going through, trust me. The guys will take care of him and you’ll be safe, it’ll be okay. Let them do what they have to, before it’s too late.

I didn’t know what to say, just kept looking at the door not wanting to catch her sight again.

- Good news, your nose is not broken, but it may bleed from time to time. And about your wrists-

- Oh, probably nothing happened, I’ve actually had problems with my wrists for a few years now.

- Yeah, I can see that, you should think about a surgery. None of your ribs are broken too, but it looks bad, so I’ll come again and see what’s going on in a few days. For now you’re okay - she smiled while packing her bag - I’m really sorry, wanted to stay with you but our babysitter called and I need to go home.

- Oh sure, you should be home right after you finished work. Thank you again for all you did for me, I really appreciate that.

She smiled and opened the door for me. I instantly came to sit with Tig since he was the only one here I “knew”.

- You look better now, hope you also feel that way - he handed me a beer

- Do you drink here all day long or is today any special?

- There are no limits about drinking here, don’t worry.

He was actually nice and pretty funny. All of them were, maybe it’s not going to be as bad as I thought. We talked for about 40 minutes before they came back and I actually enjoyed our conversation. I felt pretty safe here. That’s weird. When boys came through the door I felt shivers on my body. Knives and guns at their belts, bruises and scratches everywhere, they just looked scary.

- It’s all done, you don’t have to worry about him anymore - Jax said with a smile - but I think you should stay here, at least ‘till tomorrow.

- He’s right, come on - Juice got my bag and gave me his hand

I followed him through the hall and entered his room. It was much cleaner than I thought and kinda cozy. If you can say a room at a clubhouse is cozy. I went through my bag to find a T-shirt and matching shorts to sleep in. Juice helped me with a shirt and put my bag back on the floor.

- I’m going to take a shower now, you can change here. The covers are clean, don’t worry - he laughed as he closed the bathroom door behind him

I changed my jeans to shorts and crawled under the covers. The bed was much more comfortable that it looked, but maybe it was just because I was really tired. I tried not to drift away waiting for Juice to come back. When he finally opened the door quietly and made sure I’m not asleep he sat down next to me and grabbed my hand.

- You’re safe here y/n, everything will be fine. Aren’t you hungry?

- I don’t know.

- How can you don’t know? - he laughed softly

- I mean, I probably won’t eat anything, you know.

- Are you sure? I can get you something.

- I’m good - I felt my eyes closing

- Okay, so goodnight - I felt him getting up and opened my eyes again

- Are you not going to stay with me? - he froze

- Do you want me to stay?

- Well… - he raised his eyebrow - yeah, okay. I want you to stay.

He said nothing and laid down next to me, but still keeping some distance, so I decided to shorten it. Rested my head on his arm and smiled when he kissed my forehead again. That felt nice, I love feeling his body next to mine. He gently traced all my face features with his fingers, not leaving any detail, while I slowly fell asleep feeling his hot breath in my hair.

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