all-about-the-fairytale

[all-about-the-fairytale]

Hey! Are you still updating your Him fic? I cannot get it out of my head, it’s so good!! :)

Hi and thank you so much.

I’ve been stuck with ideas to make it go on lately and also the second part took for ever, sorry.

But I am happy to hear that you cannot get it out your head. If there is anything or an idea you have for this story to go on, please let me know. I’m open for ideas and suggestions :)

Have a wonderful weekend

[all-about-the-fairytale]

Him pt.II

It has been several days since he insisted to drive me home on his motorcycle and since the longing kiss on my cheek and the left behind sweatshirt.

Even though I went to the hospital the next day, I didn’t run into him or any of them. Because when I arrived Rose, a nurse and dear friend of me told me.

“They left Y/N, they picked him up and left. Against doctors’ orders.” she shrugged her shoulders and turned around.

I really wanted to return his sweatshirt after washing it last night, so I stored it in my locker but decided to take it home again because, the chances of him showing up there was probably higher.

 He never had asked for my number but he for sure knows where I live and work.

But still I’ve haven’t heard a word or neither I have seen him.

When I got back to work the next day for my night shift, his friend we treated the day before discharged himself and no trace was left, he was just here.

 It has been a busy couple of days. Work has been up my ass, because two nurses are sick with the cold, so I’m stressed and exhausted to the max. Also, my anxiety is rising because just as I got off work, my car broke down not even one house away from mine  - just my luck.

I frustrated closed the door of car as I looked through my phone for a auto shop. Luckily there was one not far and still in the same town Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, so I called.

“Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, Gemma speaking how can I help you?” a woman answered the phone.

 “Hi, I- um I need help with my car. It just broke down and won’t start anymore. Could you help me out, please?” I bite my lips as I got closed to your front door.

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll send two of my guys down. Can you tell me where exactly you are?” she asked.

“It actually happened down the road where I live, like two or three houses down the road. So, I could wait at my front porch for them. Is that alright?” I really did not want to wait outside while its getting late.

“Oh that’s alright. What’s your adress honey?” I heard noises in the background. Probably tiping on her keyboard.

“Yes, it’s 3630 Hillview Street, not far from St. Thomas Hospital. I’m Y/N” I  told her as Iopened my front door.

“They should be with you shortly Y/N. Don’t worry about anything sweetheart.” with that she hung up.

I took a quick shower, changes into something more comfortable and were now sitting outside at your front porch. Wrapped in a big cozy blanket, a tea and book on my lap - waiting for the tow truck.

I didn’t even finish a chapter in my book when I heard a car arriving and stopping at my house. Two guys walked up towards my in their greyish uniform.

“Excuse me Miss, are you the one calling TM about your car? Miss- um Y/N?” he looked down on a piece of paper assuming your address and name on it. The woman, Gemma, musted have gave it to them. 

“That be me. My car is just over there. I’ll go grab my keys and come with you guys.” I pointed to the direction as I got up and went inside to get my keys and a jacket.

“We will take your car to the shop, and when you pick it up you can settle everything with Gemma, she’s the one you were on the phone with and will handle your paperwork.” the big guy said as the other one checked out my car and got it hooked to the truck.

“Thank you...-” I started and just then realized the guys never introduced themself.

“Ope or Opie, whatever is fine. We will give you call when the car is ready” he said with a smile as he got into the driver seat. Two days later you picked it up already without any trouble.

 This was eleven days ago.

Eleven days.

And also still no word from him.

No knock on my door asking for his sweatshirt back or stopping at my work. Nothing.

 I was and still am working the night shift ever since the next day.

Patients in and out of the ER, the rush and adrenaline to save each and every single one of them. I really did love your job even the hard days.

He got pushed back into the back of my head but not forgotten but as more days go by less I thought about him.

Today must have been one of the hardest days of your career. It started as a normal night shift with a quick handover, ask question about what has and hasn’t been done and go over the medication charts. Check on the post- operation patients and on their family too.

Its was a slow night for once and I was welcoming it by updating charts, getting smaller orders by the doctors as like draw blood, setting up the room equipment suitable for sleeping or necessary update the family members about the progress.

 It was 2:08am when the phone rang to inform the ER that the incoming patients was a family of five, who had just been in a car crash, hanging on for their life and needed treatment immediately or even surgery. Paging all the surgeons on call, prepping the trauma rooms its was instantly over with the quit night.

I don’t know how the night went by or how I made it but because after eleven days my mental health was getting the best of me, and I was just so tired by the end of the shift. And by loosing 4/5 of that family did not make it better. It was the worst ever.

They called me in to tell me the news and they tell you to stay strong but seeing the fragile 10 weeks old baby just loosing mom, dad and their siblings was horrible. She’s an orphan. On car crash killed her whole family and now she got no one. I needed a moment to myself, and I cried. Literally cried in the nurse lounge for a good five minutes, only then to be brave enough to face the doctors again telling me “Y/N, the people from CPS will be here as soon as possible but it could take a couple days. We know this is a huge responsibility but as you are off for the next days. Could you take her in and take care of her, please?”

Saying I was shocked but by now I knew how this city and system worked. And I don’t want anything to happen to this baby by some weird as women out there.

So here I am.

Sitting in my car at the parking lot of the grocery store to scared to turn the car back on after putting her back in the cars eat, that made it out intact after the impact on their previous crash, in my backseat. After they have told me to take her in for some nights, I grabbed my stuff and with the help of the security I got everything safely into my car. My mind was running wild and even though she is just supposed to be staying with me for a couple of days it’s confusing.

We made it home and because she was still sleeping, I let her stay in the baby carrier and set her down on the kitchen counter to have my eyes on her while I prep myself some dinner, put the groceries away and stock the baby formular and whatsoever away in my kitchen. In the corner, neatly folded and freshly washed as his sweatshirt.

Holy shit, there is an actual baby sleeping in my kitchen. My house, needing my help for the next days.

“Fuck” I whispered to myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids and babies and probably have my own if the serious relationship has had happen a long time ago, but it was never in the picture with focusing on high school, focusing on college and getting my nursing degree. All my life has been around building a stable life, career and be independent. Never realizing how much I wanted children in my life.

But I life in this very small city now, where you probably met all the guys and rather stay single.

After having dinner/breakfast, which contained only a quick veggie sandwich and water and coffee, she woke up crying.

“Hey girlie, you awake little O?” I unbuckled her and took her in my arms. “Are you hungry?” I asked, knowing she doesn’t understand me but kept spiting out her pacifier. I made her a bottle and set down on my couch, feeding and watching her. She was watching me back and I must look like a crazy lady to her. Hair in a messy bun, sticking out in every direction, glasses and exhausted. After a couple minutes she wrapped her hand around my finger, and I was stroking her cheek. “Did you have a good nap? I bet you did, and you did so good for me, I am auntie Y/N for a couple of days until we settle everything for you. I bet this must be crazy confusing. And I am talking to a baby.” I giggled to myself made her grin at me. “Oh, you this I am funny aren’t you. Huh?”

When she finished her whole bottle, I changed her diaper and put her in the pajamas, I found in the baby bag. We went back to the living room, and I decided to put on some calming music and bounced her in my arms, hoping to get her back to sleep again. We even danced for a while until she finally put her head down on my shoulder and fell asleep.

The made-up safety around her in my bed made her look even smaller, where I put her down. Now she’s laying right in the center of my king size bed with about six pillows around so she would fall out. I left the small light on and door halfway open in case she wakes up again.

I was still in my scrubs, un-showered with a glass of wine in one hand (I know but give me a break I worked the night shift) and a book in the other, glasses high on my nose when the quit street outside started to rumble. You could hear it in the distance, the rattling of a motorcycle. For the first time in nearly two weeks, perfect timing. The motorcycle got closer and louder, and I thought, any minute now there would be crying down my hallway, leading to the bedroom where she’s asleep.

The noise stopped outside the house and not long after the was a someone knocking on my door. And I knew exactly who it was.

When I opened the door a little, he shyly smiled at me “Hey Y/N”

For a moment you just stared at him, opened the door a little wider “Hi Juice”

He shifted for one leg to the other, hands deep in his leather kutte and focused on your face.

“You’re here for your sweatshirt aren’t ya? I’ll go get it, hold on” I was about to turn towards the kitchen, when he stopped me. “Actually, I wanted to see if you want to chill, ma- maybe hang out tonight? But you probably need to work so I ju-“

“You’re rambling Juice” I teased him. “Yeah- Yeah I probably am” he finally looked up again at you, eyes full of hope.

“Do you want to come inside now? Have a coffee, I just got of work and will maybe fall asleep by minute if I keep standing. Have a seat and coffee Juice”

Him and I are sitting in my living room now. “You went MIA the last couple of days. Not that I’ve noticed or anything since the last time and I also have been working at night in the hospital. Which reminds me how is your friend?”

“He’s okay, thanks.” He took a rather large sip of his coffee. “We and the rest had some busy days at work you know, the club, TM and stuff.” He tried to explain to me, shifting in his seat.

I was about to speak when the crying of a baby shrilled from the bedroom out to the living room. He looked over at me with big eyes and I tried to read into them. Shock, fear and confusion. I got up and quickly went to my bedroom and pick her up. “Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay, please go back to sleep little O” I tried to suet her by lightly bouncing her up and down and running a hand over her back, her head on my shoulder. I turned around and saw him watching us in the middle of my bedroom. Me and a baby and I thought he was gonna walk away for a second. But instead, he just watched us. She calmed down after a couple minutes and by the way her head was turned on my shoulder, the two of them must be watching each other. “I didn’t know you had a baby; I should probably go before your husband comes home.” I turned “She’s not mine Juice and I am not married either”

“Did you kidnap that baby?” he asked. “Wh- what? No, god no. Jesus Christ juice. I did not fucking kidnap her. I could be babysitting you know?! Fucking hell.” I probably said a little to loud and she started wailing again. Your hand still going up and down her back “Who’s baby is that, if she’s not yours Y/N?”

“She’s an orphan and lost her family today in the car crash on highway 5. She was the only one who made it our alive without a scratch. Her brothers, mom and dad died. Can you imagine that 4/5 people lost their life and she if totally unharmed. CPS will pick her up in a couple days and because I am off work for at least a whole week, they thought getting her out of the hospital and make her stay with me is easier.” When I turned I had tears in my eyes because I was hurting for her loosing everybody just like I did when I was a little girl.

She calmed down and was nearly fast asleep again, so I put her down on my bed and signaled him to follow me. I walked straight into the kitchen and held onto the counter, while trying to keep the tears in. I heard his shoes on the tiles, gosh why was he standing so close?

“I’m so sorry” he whispered. “You don’t need to feel sorry. I-” my grip on the counter was so strong my knuckles turned white. “I’m sorry” my gaze still down.

A sob left my lips and that’s when he pulled me into his chest and let me cry. I don’t even know for how long I was crying. Crying for her and her family, how hard her life will be and even for myself. He stroked my head, trying to calm me down.

“I’m ju- just so ex- exhausted and tired an-and caring for h-er until she gets picked up is hard. That will be hard again, building a bond and then letting go. F- fuck” my hand held onto his shirt, and he let me cry until I had nothing left in me.

He tilled my head back up by my chin and look into my eyes.

“I will stay the night and help you” “No Juice, you don’t need to do that” “You can’t make me chance my mind Y/N. You take a shower, and we will go to bed, and I watch out for the two of you” he was offering, I knew that and by the time it sinks in I knew I wanted him to stay. “Okay” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead, took my hand and led me down the hallway again to my bedroom. I took a quick shower, trying not to think about the guy sitting on my bed watching over the baby sound asleep. I didn’t bother to dry my hair, only doing my facial night routine, I stepped back in my bedroom. He didn’t notice because she must have woken up when I was in the shower and they were staring at each other, it gave me the chance to make her a bottle again.

I walked around my bed and got under the covers; I felt him staring at me the whole time. Once I’m settled, I turned to the side, and both looked at me. “Hi little O” I smiled at her.

“What’s her name, you keep calling her O” he asked. “It’s Oakley James”

Oakley happily took the bottle and once again held onto my finger, her eyes getting heavier. When she’s done, he offered to burp her which took me by surprise “Are you sure?” “Yeah, here giver her to me” I watched them, and I must admit he rather looks cute with a baby in his arms but who doesn’t. He laid her back down and she turned to me giving me a grin. “Don’t worry you sleep, and I will stay until you wake up again. I promise I’ll be here, now rest Y/N”

I could barely keep my eyes open, so I stopped fighting it and finally let myself rest after those crazy ass days.

His sweatshirt is still in my kitchen.

But he is here, with me, with Oakley in my bed. He didn’t run, he stayed. He stayed the entire time I was asleep; like he promised. He wasn’t in my bedroom but instead on my couch, reading my book with Oakley dozing on his bare chest. And I could help but stare from the doorway because I liked it, a lot. More than I should because my heart was beating so fast it scared the shit out of me.

[all-about-the-fairytale]

Florence Pugh on her way to the Venice Film Festival on September 5, 2022

[all-about-the-fairytale]

Him

• Juan Carlos „Juice“ Ortiz

You first saw him when you got into Charming, passing the „Welcome“ sign on his bike with the rest of SAMCRO.

It was suppose to be just a stop by on a road trip, staying at a motel downtown. Two days in you passed by a small house on your way to the store, seeing it was on sale. You never thought finding your perfect house and peace in this small town; ruled by them. Finding this home, you were seeking for, for so long. Finding your place in the world, was never easy. At first you thought maybe it was gratuading college and landing the dream job. Moving to a big city and find the perfect love; live happily ever after. Or be free and explore the world, travel and seenew things. But nothing made you more happy than this house you made a home, the peace you felt in the backyard, the quit at night. You were free and worry less.

You first met him about two months being in town.

Working as an ER Nurse at St. Thomas was not an easy job, but you loved it. You saw him the first time when you of his brothers gotadmitted, bullets wound to the shoulder. Working on this case with Tara, which you figured out the minute you stepped in to the room, knewthem. Yes, they may looked intimidating, some may looked scary but you reminded yourself to focus on the man with the open wound. After Tara got the bullet out the handed it over to you to stitch him up and get him settled in.

„Mr Trager, you are stitched up and settled in. Anything else I could get you?“ you asked, then turning around to face him. As you wereputting the clipboard down on the table beside his bed.

„Call me Tigs, sweetheart“ the druged up biker smiled at you. You chuckled, while fixing the blanket around him. A man in kutte appeared at the doorway, smirking at you two. „He`s giving you a hard time, sweetheart?“ You spun around, smiling but then looking at them wide eyes. Not expecting so many of them.

„Aye, don`t be scared Love. We don`t bite“ one of them with scars on his face. The rest laughed and slap him on the shoulder. „How you doing Tiggy man, he alright Doc?“ the guy with the scars ask you.

„Not the Doctor but he`s fine. Dr. Knowles got the bullet out and I stitched him up and got him settled in. He should be release by the end of the week is he is doing good.“ You explained, while closing the blinds to let him rest.

„Tara? Were is she now, darlin? I am Jax by the way. That`s Chips, Happy, Bobby and Juice.“ The blond in a kutte pointed out to the rest oneby one. Scared face with the Scottish accent, tall and bald dude with lots of tattoos and a hard face, one with a big beer belly and warm smileand then him. His smile was wide, he had tattoos too, a Mohawk with two tribals down his head.

„You know her? Tara, I mean?“ you asked. „ Know her? Darlin, she`s my old lady and mother to my boys. Where is she?“ Jax asked. „Oh, I didn't know. Sorry, ehm right she should be back any minute. Giving you an update and if you can really pick him up by the end of the week.“ You rushed out in one breath.

You tried not to look at them directly or make eye contact but this Juice guy keep staring at you; it made you a bit uncomfortable. „Okay. I’llleave you guys alone. You can wait for here-.. „I’m here, thanks for settling him in and staying longer. You can get off work now. The running night nurse is here and will watch him overnight.“ Tara said as she stepped into the room, smiling at you. You handed her the chart „Are you sure? I can stay with you Dr Knowles.“ You frown at her but she just smiled. „It’s Tara, Y/N. But it’s fine, really.“ „Yeah, you canleave it to us and the nurses. Having a prospect outside his door and we check in again in the morning, sweetheart.“ Juice spoke up and kepthis eyes on you.

You looked around, everyone nodding at you making you sign, clearly losing this battle. „ Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow Dr Kn-.. Tara, seeyou tomorrow Tara.“ Turning to Tig „Get some rest Mr. Targer, I’ll see you in the morning.“

„It‘s Tigs, sweetheart.“ You smiled at him „Tigs“.

You made your way out of the room to the nurses station to update the night nurses and sign out as you heard your name.

„Y/N, hey wait up“ Juice jogged to you, catching up. „Yeah? Something wrong?“ He stopped at front of you, digging his hands in his hoodie. „Just wanted to thank you, I mean all of us, wanted to say thank you they just send me. Anyway, thanks for patching him up.“ he rambled on making you giggle. „Stop, okay its fine. It’s myjob, it’s what I do but you’re welcome.“ His wide smile made you smile and warm inside; which is not a good thing. „Alright, you probablywant to get home. Stay save, bad boys are out there.“ He smirked at you.

You turned around walking down the hallway „The bad boys are in that room besides it is just a short walk. I’ll be fine.“ He cut you off, handon your arm, turning you around „You walk home, it’s dark and something could happen“ you couldn’t help but stare at him. You weretrying to put the pieces of the puzzle of his concern together just as Chips appeared. „You alright brotha ? Y/N?“ he stared at the two of youwhile Juice got more and more shy around you, taking his hand of your arm. „Yeah, I was just leavi-“Juice cut you off stepping in front you, talking to his brother. „She wants to go home. As in take a walk at night to her house at this time and unprotected.“ „I am a grown asswoman, I don’t need protection.“ It was your turn to spin around. „I’m going now, I’ll see you tomorrow.“ With that you just left.

You closed the door behind you as you got to the changing rooms, think about what just happened. You just met them, what’s going on? You changed and got your purse, ready to leave. Passing down the hall, you tried to fish out our headphones. You wanted to listen to some musicor something make you calm down, helping you easier go to sleep once your got home.

Its was cold outside when you exit the hospital. „Damn it“ you spoke to yourself. Because just now you were wishing you had grabbed a jacket this morning, not expecting it to be so cold tonight. Wrapping your arms around you, you made walked down the street. Just now youactually ever really thought about it. Was it always this scary at night or were you just thinking this now because of what Juice said?

You did not made it far down the road by the hospital as you heard it. The sound of motorcycles, not far away from you. And despite the factthat you had heard it, you still did not look up from your phone. You let out a breath you did not know you were holding as they passed you. Red headlights and bikes coming to a stop made you heart beat faster in your chest. His words are hunting you. „it’s dark and something could happen“ „Stay save, bad boys are out there“ You swallowed hard but did not stop moving, keeping your eyes on the ground. „Aye, yoo need a ride some, sweetheart?“ it was Chips voice only then you forced yourself to look up. You laughed and shocked your head as youmade your way over to them. He was with Bobby and him, Juice. Who stared at you like he was looking into your soul, telling you „I told you so“

„I’m fine, like I said. Only down the road, maybe 10 minutes.“ You tried but they did not buy it. For the first time, you were actually a bitstartled to walk home. „Juicy Boy, take the lady home, make sure she gets home save.“ „No, that's really not nes-“ once again, he cut you off. „Come on, Y/N. Hop on.“ The way he looked at you, you knew there was no way arguing with him about this. „See yoo at the TM Juicy. See you around Y/N.“ Chips said and rode off. „Be save kids and get the girl home, see ya later brother“ and just like that Bobby was gone too and it was just you and Juice.

You made your way over to his bike, taking the helmet from him that he just took of his head. „What about you?“ you put it on. „I‘ll be fine„ A shiver made its way down your spine. Shit, why does it have to be so cold today. He saw and frowned „You cold?“ „Huh? No, no it’s fine. Don't worry“ but he was already taking off his sweatshirt he had thrown over his hoodie and kutte to cover it. Before you got onto his bike he draped it around your shoulders, making you put your arms through and zipping it up for you. He smiled widely at you because it looks like a sack on your small figure.

„Feeling better and warm already?“ you just nodded and took hold of his outstretched hand to help you on his bike. You put your arms on his sides, holding onto him. He chuckled, took your hands and wrapped them around his waist. „You gotta hold on bit tighter, don’t want you falling off, love.“ Good thing you sat behind him, so he wouldn't see the blush creeping up your neck to yourcheeks.

He started the engine of the bike, the rattling made you jump and Juice laugh. You hide your face in his neck, close to his ear telling him to make the turns to your house. Riding on his bike made you feel free, like nothing matters in this moment just you, him and his bike. Speeding down the road. Not even 5 minutes later he pulled up to your driveway, parking behind your car, turning off his bike.

You handed him back his helmet as you turned to him but he was not looking at you, he kept his eyes on your house. It had a side entrance so you were facing a big window, the door to the left. It was cozy and small but you loved it. „Your house?“ he nodded towards it, not takinghis eyes of it. „Yeah, moved in about two months ago“ he just nod. You looked around your neighborhood, relieved that you were home; safe. „Thank you for the lift Juice, you didn’t have to do that“ he looked at you with a soft smile. Again you could feel him looking right intoyour soul, chills went down your spine. „I know.“

You could feel your hands getting sweaty and your heart beat a bit faster than usual. A nervous smile was on your face as he reached out hisleft hand towards you, pulling you close by his sweatshirt, leaving it on your waist. He looked up at you and stood up from this bike. „Good Night Y/N“ was softly spoken into your ear as he gave you a lingering kiss on the cheek. You watched as he rolled out of your driveway, making his way onto the road. He looked at you one last time, smiling, before driving away. You stood there for about a minute or two, still able to hear his motorcycle, thinking „What just happened?!“ As you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom you didn’t realize it until you laid it on your bed.

His sweatshirt.