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â„ïž Defending Their Girlfriend â„ïž
đŠ:These were all supposed to be drabbles, but I got a bit carried away, so they are more like oneshots and I didn't want to edit any of them down. Because they all came out so long I've only done Jax, Juice, Kozik, Tig and Chibs. I may do a separate one another time for Happy and Opie if that is something you guys want â„ïž
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â ïž Warnings â ïž : VIOLENCE, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CREEPY MAN, SEXIST men, swearing and other general SoA Warnings there is nothing too graphic but if you don't like reading about any of the topics listed please DO NOT read the rest of this post!!!, ONLY YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for your OWN media consumption!!! â ïž
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Jax
On a hot summer night, Jax and his girlfriend were out for a night walk, enjoying the quiet streets of Charming together.
As they walked, a group of young men, all of them a little tipsy on alcohol, passed by. One of the men catcalled Jax's girlfriend as they walked by, making a crude and sexist comment.
Jax took immediate offense, gritting his teeth in anger. He stepped up to the man, who looked startled by the tall, furious biker suddenly in his face.
"Excuse me?" Jax growled, his eyes locking onto the man who had made the inappropriate comment.
The man took a step back when he spots the club patches, suddenly realizing who Jax was.
"N-nothing, man, it's cool," the man stuttered out, trying to backpedal. But Jax wasn't satisfied he was already too angry. The other guys had stopped and were starting to circle, realizing the situation was getting heated.
"Oh, it's *not cool*, man," Jax said in a dangerous tone, his eyes flickering to the other guys slowly surrounding them. Jax wasn't worried, though - he lived for this. The tension in his body made it clear he was ready to defend his girlfriend, his pride at stake.
His girlfriend tugs at his sleeve worried "Jax it's okay...let's just go"
"Nah, this isn't okay, babe," Jax responds, his voice firm but gentle. He turns his head to look at his girlfriend, seeing the hint of worry in her eyes. He softens slightly. "He's disrespecting you. Me. *Us*."Jax turns his attention back to the man who started this whole thing. "You need to apologize. Now," he demands, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated firmly on the guy.
The man, still looking nervous but a little bolder behind his friends, scoffs and throws a cocky grin. "And if I don't?" He asks in a mocking tone.
Jax's eyes narrow, anger flaring again. He closes the space between them, getting right in the man's face. "Then you're gonna have a huge problem on your hands." The threat in Jax's voice is clear.
The man shoves Jax back when he gets in his face Jax stumbles back, but catches himself quickly, the shove only adding more fuel to his anger. He takes a step forward again, his shoulders squared swinging at him connecting with the man's jaw.
The man falls backward, clearly not expecting Jax to strike so quickly. The other men hesitate, not expecting to deal with a fight.
Jax stands over the man, glaring down at him. "Don't ever disrespect my girlfriend again," he snarls.
The man is clutching his face, a look of fear in his eyes as he looks up at Jax. He nods shakily. "S-sorry, man," he stutters out, clearly intimidated.
"Now apologize to my girlfriend," Jax's tone is firm. He's not backing down until the guy apologizes properly.
The man looks up at Jax's girlfriend, shame on his face. He mutters a quick, "Sorry, ma'am."
Jax's girlfriend looks relieved, but she's clings onto Jax's arm standing close to his side, clearly still feeling uncertain about the situation.
Jax looks down at her, silently asking if she's okay with the half-apology. She nods slowly, looking somewhat reassured.
Then, Jax looks back at the man on the ground, eyeing the other men who are still standing around, ready to step in if necessary.
"This is your only warning. Don't say that kind of shit again." Jax's voice is cold and firm. The message is clear - he won't tolerate anyone disrespecting his girlfriend like that again.
Juice
Juice and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch in his living room watching tv, when suddenly, she received a phone call from her parents. She reluctantly answers already knowing what they were gonna say. They were trying to convince her to end her relationship with Juice. Juice overheard bits of the conversation and could feel the tension in the room. He knew that they disapproved of their relationship.
Juice squeezed a pillow in frustration, but he couldn't just sit there and let her parents talk her out of their relationship without a fight.
He took the phone from her hand and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, I know you don't approve of this relationship, but I love her and I'm not going to let you talk her out of being with me without giving me a fair shot."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but he could hear her parents murmuring in the background. They clearly didn't like his interruption.
"Listen I am sure you have some good qualities or our daughter wouldn't date you, but we don't want her dating some criminal thug from a motorcycle gang," her father said, his voice filled with disapproval.
Juice clenched his jaw, stung by the man's words. He couldn't help but feel the anger rising within him, but he tried to keep his cool.
"I may be in a motorcycle club, but I am not some mindless thug. I have a brain, I have a heart, and I have feelings just like anyone else, and i love your daughter sir...I don't know what she sees in me to be honest with you...she could have anyone she wants and she chose me...but I am going to stay with her as long as she wants me to be" he said with clenched teeth.
There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone as her parents continued to murmur in the background.
Juice could feel the tension building up inside him, but he was determined to prove that he was worthy of her love. He glanced back at his girlfriend, who was sitting on the couch beside him, her eyes watching him intently. She gave him a small smile, knowing that he was defending their relationship fiercely. He smiled back at her before turning his attention back to the phone.
Her father spoke up again, his voice now filled with a hint of annoyance. "Look kid, we just don't want our daughter mixed up in some dangerous lifestyle. Motorcycle clubs are not known for their stability or their law-abiding ways, and we don't want her getting hurt or in trouble."
Juice took a deep breath before responding, his voice firm and steady. "I understand your concerns, sir, but my club is not like that. We have rules and structure and we take care of our own. We don't just go around causing trouble for the hell of it."
"But you DO cause trouble, don't you?...you say you love our daughter, but you can't, not if you want her involved in that lifestyle," her father says matter-of-factly.
Juice closes his eyes and sighs, stung by her father's words. He knew that her father had a point. His life in the club was dangerous, and he had seen firsthand how it could cause harm to those he cared about. But he couldn't deny his love for her. He couldn't just easily walk away from her.
" I know the life isn't perfect, sir, and yes, sometimes there is trouble, but I promise you I would never let anything happen to your daughter. I would protect her with my life. And as far as loving your daughter...I do, I love her more than I could even explain to her...but i am gonna try my best to show her every damn day"
Her father was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Juice could hear him talking to his wife in the background, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He waited anxiously for his response, his heart beating faster in his chest.
Finally, her father spoke up, his voice slightly more compassionate than before. "Look son, we love our daughter and we just want what's best for her. We want her to be happy and safe, and we're afraid this life you're involved in will only bring her pain."
"Come visit let me show you, meet me atleast before jumping to conclusions with gossip you hear from people who don't know me or the club....your daughter loves you guys so much and I don't want us being together creating tension in your relationship with her" he sighs down the phone trying to find someway of fixing things.
Her father was silent for a moment, mulling over Juice's invitation. He could hear him speaking to his wife in the background, and Juice could only hope that he was coming around.
Finally, her father spoke up again, his voice filled with resignation. " Fine, we'll come meet you. But we're only doing this for our daughter's sake, not yours."
"Fine with me, sir," is all he says before hanging up.
His girlfriend scoots over to him. "What did they say? They weren't rude were they? I swear I've told them so many times the club isn't a gang but they don't listen" She rattles off nervous to what was said.
He gently holds her face, looking in her eyes to get her to stop rambling. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it," he says, trying to soothe her. "It was a little rough at first, but I managed to calm them down. They agreed to come meet me."
"They did?" She asks in disbelief. "How did you manage that? I've asked before, but they said they were too busy"
He laughs softly, amused by her surprise. "I can be pretty convincing when I want to be," he jokes. "I just spoke my mind and made it clear I was serious about you. And I guess your dad didn't want to stand in the way of his baby girl's happiness."
He tightens his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He can feel the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her hair against his cheek. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.
"I'm here for you," he whispers, his voice low and intense. "I'll always have your back."
Herman Kozik
Kozik pulled up to his girlfriend's house but as he pulled up he saw her standing outside with her ex. The ex was yelling and she was crying, with tears streaming down her face. Kozik gets off his bike and could immediately sense the tension in the air.
The ex, noticing Kozik's presence, turned and scowled at him. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat.
"I'm her boyfriend," Kozik replied, trying to keep his cool. "And you need to back off from her, man."
The ex's face contorted into a sneer. "Boyfriend?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. He turns back to her "are fucking kidding me with this shit?...huh? we were just having a little spat and you go and sleep with some biker dickhead..huh? I always thought you were a bit of a whore but really? I give you your space and you treat me like this?.." With every word the ex steps closer to her, she steps back as best she can away from him until she's against the building.
"w-we broke up. You kept cheating on me so I ended it. Its been 5 months...please just leave" she says shaking.
The ex lets out a scoff as he continues his advancement on her, he's just a few steps from her now. Kozik doesn't like the look on her face and steps between the two of them putting himself in front of her. "Back off man, I'm not going to tell you again." Kozik's tone is firm as he shoves him.
The ex stumbles back, a look of anger and disbelief on his face. "Who do you think you are, you biker trash?! You think you can come here and take my girl? She's mine!"
Kozik stands his ground, not backing down. "She's not your girl anymore, she's mine and she asked you to leave, so do it."
The ex takes a step forward, his hands balling into fists, "Or what, you're going to kick my ass? I'd like to see you try biker boy"
Kozik keeps his cool, staring the ex down. "I don't want to fight you man, but I will if you don't leave. She doesn't want you here."
Kozik looks over his shoulder at his girlfriend she looks terrified.
His voice softens, "Go inside love, i'll be in after" he says not wanting her nearby should things get violent.
She shakes her head softly glancing between them "n-no...please I don't want you to get hurt"
"I'll be fine baby please go inside" he pleads with her and she relents slowly walking around, the ex hurling insults at her as she goes when she goes to move past him he lunges forward grabbing her wrist causing her to scream.
The moment he touches her Kozik tackles him to the ground. He was caught off guard as Kozik takes him down. The Ex landed hard on the gravel, his back hitting the ground with an "oof". He tried to get up but Kozik was already on top of him, pinning him down.
"YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!" He screams in his face. The Ex tries to struggle against Kozik's hold, but it's no use. Kozik's grip is tight and strong.
"Get off me!" the Ex snarls, but Kozik just presses down harder, his face inches away from the Ex's. The ex turns his head to the girlfriend "you fucking see what you've done huh? You little whor-" Kozik doesn't let him finish punching him in the jaw.
"YOU SHUT UP DONT CALL HER THAT"
The ex let out a groan as Kozik punched him. His head slumped back into the gravel, reeling from the impact.
"You bastard!" he groaned, but Kozik didn't let up. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from the Ex's.
"You listen to me and you listen well," Kozik growls. "You're going to leave her alone. You're not going to speak to her, you're not going to call her names, and you're sure as hell not going to touch her again. Do. You. Understand?"
The Ex nods, his expression a mix of anger and fear. Kozik lets go of him and stands, taking a step back. The Ex sits up, his jaw sore, and glares up at her.
Kozik blocks his view standing in front of his trembling girlfriend.
The Ex gets to his feet, his hand rubbing his bruised jaw. "You think this is over?" he spits.
"It's over when she says it's over," Kozik replies, his voice hard and determined. "And she's already made it clear she doesn't want anything to do with you."
The Ex opens his mouth to reply but stops himself, his eyes darting between Kozik and his girlfriend. He clearly wants to say more, but he knows he's out matched.
"You're done here," Kozik says firmly. "So do yourself a favor and save yourself the beating and leave. Don't come back." Kozik stares him down, daring him to do something after a long while the ex stalks off back to his car across the street.
Kozik stays in a protective stance in front of her until the car disappears around the corner.
The moment he is out of sight he turn back to her. She's shaking, her eyes wide and tear-streaked. Kozik gently cups her face with his large, calloused hands, his expression softening.
"Baby, it's okay," he says soothingly. "He's gone. I'm here. You're safe now."
Kozik wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against him. He rubs soothing circles on her back, trying to calm her down.
"Shhh, it's alright love," he murmurs into her hair. "I got you. I got you."
They stand like that for a few moments, her clinging to him like a lifeline, him holding her close and protective. Finally, she pulls back a bit, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. Kozik brushes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"
Tig Trager
Tig was at her place when the doorbell rang. Tig, being the gentleman he is, answered it for her.
"May I help you, ma'am?" Tig inquired to the older woman waiting outside.
The old woman glares at him, her eyes narrowing as she looks him up and down. âYouâre making too much noise! Always driving that loud motorcycle, playing music late at night. Itâs completely disrespectful!â
Hearing the womans shrill voice his girlfriend comes up behind him knowing he has a short fuse with these kinds of things. "I'm sorry, we'll try to keep it down from now on" she says not wanting to cause any issues with her neighbour.
The old woman huffs, clearly not satisfied with the response. âYou young people have no respect these days. In my day, we knew how to behave properly. But I guess your generation doesnât care about how your actions affect others, do you?â
Tigâs temper is reaching its boiling point, but he manages to keep his cool for now. "Respect goes both ways, lady," he says, his tone cold and calculated. "Weâve been keeping the noise down as much as we can. Maybe you should try investing in some earplugs or something."
The old woman looks affronted by Tigâs response. âHow dare you speak to me like that! I have lived here for years before she even considered buying that house, and I will not be disrespected by some biker thug!â
Tigâs temper ignites at her words. âBiker thug? You call me a thug?â he scoffs, his voice rising in anger. âI was a Marine. I fought for this country. What have you done besides sit in your rocking chair and complain?â
The old woman looks taken aback by his words, her eyes narrowing further. âI donât care what youâve done. Youâre still making too much noise and disturbing the peace. Maybe she should consider moving if you canât handle living in a civilized neighborhood.â
Tigâs fists clench at his sides as he struggles to keep his composure. "Civilized neighborhood? You call this place civilized when all you do is nag and complain? Maybe you should learn to mind your own damn business and stop worrying about how loud we are."
"You watch your tone, young man! I have the right to live in peace and quiet, and I will not let some criminal with a bad attitude tell me otherwise." The old ladyâs eyes flash with anger.
Tig is on the verge of losing his temper completely. "Criminal? Iâm not a criminal," he says through gritted teeth. "And you donât have the right to tell her what she can do in her own home. Weâll keep the noise down as much as we can, but we wonât be silenced just because you donât like how we live."
The old woman huffs again, clearly not satisfied with Tigâs response. "Iâll be watching you. One more loud noise and Iâll call the police and repor-."
Tig doesn't let her finish and just slams the door in her face mumbling under his breath "Damn old lady." He huffs, turning to face his girlfriend. "Canât she mind her own damn business? People these days, I swear. I bet shes just all pissy cause she ain't getting any... do you think Piney would take one for the team?" he asks jokingly pulling a giggle from her. "But seriously," he continues, his expression turning serious. "Donât let her give you any grief....but you know you would have any issues if you just live with me....we can be as loud as we want there." He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively putting his hands on her hips.
"I know, I know," she says, giggling again as she rolls her eyes at his antics. "And as tempting as that offer is... Its a little too soon for us baby...besides I dont think you can handle all this every day...do you think you could keep up old man." she says, running her hand over his chest.
He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I can definitely handle it baby doll." He says, his hands moving up her sides. "I can keep up just fine. In fact, I could probably wear you out before you could wear me out." He grins, pulling her closer to him.
"Wanna prove it, Trager?" She challenges peering up at him through her lashes.
A sly smirk spreads across his face as he eyes her up and down, taking in her seductive curves. "You bet your sweet ass I do," he growls, his hand moving to her hip, pulling her flush against his body. He cups her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he leans down to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You're playing with fire, darlin'," he whispers, his voice low and rough. His arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer still. His hands wander down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze. "You sure you can handle it?"
She gasps softly as he touches her, her body responding to his touch. "I can handle anything you throw at me, Trager," she whispers back, her eyes locking with his.
"Is that so?" He grins, nipping at her ear. "We'll see about that."
He scoops her up into his arms, holding her against his chest with ease. He strides over to the couch, setting her down on it before crawling over her, his body covering hers. He takes her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. He gazes down at her, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "You still think you can handle it, doll?" She shivers as he holds her pinned beneath him, his body pressed against hers. She can feel his heat, his strength, the hardness of his muscles.
She meets his gaze boldly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I know I can handle it. But can you handle me, old man?"
He chuckles moving his lips hovering over hers but a loud knocking comes from the door once more causing them both to groan
"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU" The voice of the woman breaks through ruining the moment.
Tig growls in frustration, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Damn it," he mutters. He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair "Let's just ignore her hmm? she has to leave eventually"
She sighs "Tiggy, baby, we are not having sex in earshot of that woman total mood killer"
He sighs heavily "I could kill her if you want.. I'm sure no one would miss the old hag" he offers only half joking.
She swats his chest laughing "Don't you dare, she'll end up haunting me forever" she pouts.
Tig laughs, amused by her playful swat. "Okay, no killing the old bat," he agrees reluctantly holding his hands up.
"But seriously, how do we shut her up? You deserve to be able to make as much noise as you want in here without being hassled by some nosy neighbor."
She pauses, thinking for a moment. "I don't know... maybe I could talk to her again and try to reason with her. Or we could get some soundproofing for the walls."
He frowns thinking for a moment "...or you could just move in with me...you could sell this place or rent it out...I have a spare room you could turn into your own space if you want...I dont think it's too soon" he asks again completely sincere.
She looks at him, surprised by his proposal. "Move in with you? But... are you sure? I mean, it's a big step."
She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a part of her is intrigued by the idea. Living with Tig would certainly be different than living alone, but the thought of waking up next to him every morning is pretty appealing...
"I'm sure," he says firmly. "I want you closer to me, and it would solve the nosy neighbor problem. Plus, I could keep you safe easier."
He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of her hair out of her face. "Besides, I like the thought of waking up with you every morning."
Chibs
Chibs and his girl were at the mall, walking up to the escalator hand in hand. While going up, Chibs' sharp eyes caught sight of something unpleasant. He saw a man standing a step bellow them discreetly aiming his phone under his girl's dress, attempting to take a picture.
Without skipping a beat, Chibs snatches the phone out of his hand. He holds it firmly, staring the man down. The creep froze, realizing he'd been caught, his eyes darting around nervously.
Chibs' grip on the phone tightened. He glanced at his girl who was visibly uncomfortable and quickly caught onto the situation, her cheeks flushing with anger.
"Ye thought ye could just take pictures of my girl without being seen, eh? Not on my watch," Chibs growled, his voice low and dangerous.
He opens the phone Chibs flicks through the images on the man's phone, each one more sickening than the last. His anger mounts as he realizes this creep has been a repeat offender, taking pictures of alot of unsuspecting women at the mall.
His jaw clenches tightly as his eyes narrow on the man, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Ye got quite the habit, don't ye? Takin' pictures up lassies' skirts without their knowledge," he seethes.
He hands the phone to his girl, making sure she sees the evidence. She looks at the pictures, her expression a mix of disgust and anger.
"I'll take care of this, don't ye worry," Chibs reassures her, turning his undivided attention back to the guy. His voice is firm and commanding, "Ye've got some explainin' to do, laddie. What's yer name?"
But they've reached the top now the man quickly trys to scramble past wanting to get away. Despite the man's attempt to flee, Chibs' reflexes are lightning fast. Before the guy can take 2 steps away, Chibs seizes him by the collar, yanking him firmly back.
"Nah, ye ain't goin' anywhere," Chibs hisses, his grip like iron, effectively boxing him in.
A small group has gathered around seeing the commotion his girlfriend quickly explains what's going on with a shaky voice so they don't get the wrong idea about what Chibs was doing handing the phone to a dad wearing dog tags with his two teen daughters so he can see for himself. The dad looks at the phone, his expression hardening as he sees the pictures. He passes the phone to one of the older girls, who also peeks at the images. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Oh my God," she whispers.
The crowd surrounding them grows, with murmurs of disgust and outrage. Chibs holds the man firmly, his eyes scanning the gathering crowd.
The dad and few other men from the crowd help him hold the man down on the ground, none of them caring if they hurt him or not.
The man squirms in the grip of Chibs and the other men, but it's useless against their combined strength. Chibs holds him tight, his eyes narrowing angrily.
"Nuh-uh, laddie. Ye ain't gettin' away from this," he growls.
One guy in the crowd heads off to fetch mall security, and they arrive within a few minutes, taking the situation in.
The security guard approaches Chibs and the rest of the men holding the man prisoner. "What's going on here?" he asks, a sense of authority in his voice.
"This creep was takin' pictures up my girl's skirt on the escalator," Chibs explains, his voice a dangerous rumble.The security guard's eyes widen slightly as he nods in understanding, he then turns to address the man. "Is this true?"
"I... um... I...," the man stutters, his protests falling flat under the intense gazes of Chibs and the others.
"Save yer excuses, laddie," Chibs interrupts, his tone firm. "We all know what ye were doin'. There's the proof, right in yer damn phone."
The security guard nods, taking the phone from from her to have a look. His expression hardens as he goes through the images. The man's face is a mask of shame and fear as he's cornered.
"Alright, we'll be taking him into custody, and call the police" the security guard says to the crowd around them. "You can all return to your day now."
The people gradually disperse, the thrill of the spectacle wearing off. Chibs nods at the security guard. "Make sure he pays the price for what he's done," he adds, his voice hard and unforgiving.The man is taken away by the security guard, struggling but ultimately unable to escape.
Chibs turns to his girlfriend who still looks shaken. He puts his arm around her, pulling her close.
"Are ye alright, love?" he asks gently, his voice softer now the immediate threat is gone."I... I think so," she says quietly, her hand clinging to his. "I just can't believe someone would actually do that."
Chibs tightens his grip on her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Aye, it's sick. But ye don's have to worry about him no more. He's goin' to get just what he deserves."
Chibs gently kisses the side of her head, his lips lingering against her hair. He draws her closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively.
"I'm sorry ye had to go through all that, lass," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "Don't worry, I'm here for ye."
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August 17th A features Juice with the prompt "Move! Birthday girl coming through" requested by the lovely @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog .As always my stories are 18+
Juice was awestruck as you stood at the top of the stairs. You looked magnificent and he wandered if he had time to take you to bed before you guys needed to be at the clubhouse.
 âDonât even think of it Juan Carlosâ you warned as you watched the wheels turn in his mind as he stared at you. âIt took me too long to get like this and I will not be able to replicate itâ you added as he chuckled and looked down at his feet.
âI wasnât going to. Was only thinking about itâ replied Juice before shooting you a smile that melted you like always.
âUh-huhâ you stated as you made your way down the stairs. âBesides youâve kept me bed bound all day. Iâd like to use your my legs and stretch.
âI can think of a few ways you can use your legs more in the bedroom if you want some adviceâ stated Juice with a smirk as he pulled you in for a kiss. Letting his hand drift to your ass and giving your butt a squeeze. Â âI have one more present for you at the clubhouse. So I need you to put this blindfold on pleaseâ he murmured as he stepped back and pulled a purple piece of silk out of his kutte.
âThis better not be a trick to take advantage of me in the carâ you stated as you eyed him. Juice couldnât help the laugh that bubbled out of him as he turned you around to put the blindfold on. âWouldnât dream of it babe. On the way home tonight after the party? Probablyâ he stated making you laugh and smack at him.
Clubhouse
âBetter make sure my daughter doesnât get hurtâ stated Happy as he stared at Juice.
âIts why I got her a helmet Hap. Iâm not an idiotâ replied Juice as he shook the helmet in his hands before placing it on the black Dyna with purple trim that he had special ordered for you months ago. Tig and Chibs snorted and Juice rolled his eyes. âAlright, not a complete idiot. You two happy?â he questioned as he looked at the two men.
âWell. In my opinion dating Happys daughter makes you a complete idiot.â Replied Tig making Happy laugh and Juice roll his eyes.
A few minutes later Juice had his hands on your hips guiding you from the clubhouse to the parking lot. âSlow down Juiceâ you laughed as you stumbled slightly. âGoing to put me on my kneesâ you added making him snort.
âMove! Birthday girl coming throughâ shouted Juice as he neared the small crowd of party guest that had gathered around your gift. He grinned as everyone moved and he steered you to the bow covered bike.
âHappy Birthdayâ he whispered in your ear as he pulled the blindfold off.
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in the process of getting some writing done, would anyone be interested in shooting me a message to help with the process? shoot some ideas at me, or proof read for me? đ€Ș
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SOA
Juice Oritz
Let me save you
Let me save you pt. II
Let me save you pt. III
Let me save you pt. IV
Let me save you pt. V
Let me save you pt. VI
MCU
Bucky Barnes
I'll do that again for you - oneshot
The book of regrets part one
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Being Juiceâs Old Lady would includeâŠ
- You two wouldnât be this movie-like couple who had been highschool sweethearts or anything
- It all started pretty simple, you met at TM, where a friend brought you to a party but from there it went faster than you could have ever imagined
- Juice was head over heels for you, he could barely stop thinking about you for a minute. Luckily, it wouldnât be much different for you
- After a bit over a year the two of you knew that what you had was special, and Juice asked you to marry him
- You married at the cottage with the club and your closest friends and family members and the day after your wedding you got your crow tattoo
- Your life together would be easy going and loving. Juice would tell you everything he could without putting you in danger. An agreement you both settled for after he came in the first time covered in blood that was certainly not his own
- Spending rainy Sundays cuddled up in bed, watching movies and eating junk food was one of your favourite guilty pleasures
- Juice would love to take you to club parties whenever you would agree to come, making everyone jealous by showing you off
- Though he would always make sure that you knew how much you actually meant to him, that he wouldnât just want you as an arm candy
- He would bring you breakfast every time a run would take all night or pour you a bath after a long dayÂ
- Juice would love your cooking! He had tried himself every now and then, but after terribly burned steaks and hard potatoes you two decided that cooking should probably remain your thing
- When you knew that Juice would have a long day at work or was too busy to take a break in time, you would sometimes bring over some home cooked food for the guys
- The other members, especially Chibs, would totally adore you. They would love your cooking and just in general what a sweet person you were
- Chibs always liked you best, also because he kept urging Juice on that very first party to finally get his ass up and talk to you
- Juice wanted to make sure you knew that you were the best thing that ever happened to him, which is why he surprised you to your first wedding anniversary with a tattoo of your name right above his heart
- You two would be loving and sweet with each other, yet neither of you would doubt the otherâs strengh and that your partner would be there to have your back at any time
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Drinks
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help herâ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of youâ kissing youâ risking her life for you and you#thinkâ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berriesâ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you thinkâ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also thinkâ i should've bit down on those berriesâ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you thinkâ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to youâ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you thinkâ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get torturedâ your mind altered. the girl is a muttâ a murderer. she's#everything you despiseâ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the lineâ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some daysâ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your lifeâ you love me.#real or not real? and she saysâ realâ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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I'm just imagining Price getting home after a rough mission.
He's bruised, beat up, and exhausted to the point where he passes out on the couch fully dressed. You don't want to wake him. So, you dutifully drop to your knees and begin to undo the laces of his boots. Price wakes up enough to see his gorgeous wife tugging off his shoes. They're beat to hell things, stripped leather with caked on mud and yet you don't grimace. He watches silently as you remove the other boot, placing them together at your side.
You look up at him, slightly surprised to find he's awake.
He leans forward just enough to cup at your cheek, runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You don't miss how his face pinches in that way when he's remembering something awful.
"God. I don't deserve you."
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think it'd be really cool if percy could teleport using water. just needing to be in direct contact with a water source to transfer from one puddle to the next. cornering monsters in damp alleyways like it's no one's business. foregoing the subway when the forecast calls for showers. crossing the ocean quicker that you can say pacific. quality content.
#one minute you're doing your biology homework in your college dorm room#then next you're laying in a puddle of apple juice your baby sister spilled on the floor#your stepdad fascinated beyond imagination#your mom looks like she was expecting you to figure this out eventually#and you literally have ten minutes to haul ass back to new rome university before your girlfriend realizes you're missing#the burdens of being the son of poseidon#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#pjo headcanon#percy jackson#sally jackson#paul blofis#estelle blofis jackson#annabeth chase#percy jackson funny
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Small for his Age
Bug Fact: Queen termites are among the longest-living insects, with the average lifespan ranging from 25-50 years.
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#i imagine the bugs in hollow knight have an average human lifespan. for convenience sake.#thanks everyone for being patient. That week off helped me relax and gain back my creative juices#I may be a little slower with the upload schedule. but that's to be expected. Drawing 2 pages a day is very difficult#my art#art#hollow knight#hollow knight knight#hollow knight humans#hollow knight hornet#hollow knight quirrel#hollow knight zote#Dewi's Adventures in Hollow Knight
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With their drunk girlfriend
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Chibs
Chibs looked across at his girlfriend as she laughed loudly at something one of club hangarounds had said. It was easy to see that she was thoroughly drunk, as she stumbled about and slurred her words. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and affection, shaking his head at how adorable she was when she got wasted.
As the night progressed, Chibs kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid or get into any trouble. He even stepped in when some drunk guy tried to flirt with her.
By the time the club party came to an end, his girlfriend was stumbling around bumping into things. Chibs chuckled and steadied her, slinging her arm around his shoulders to support her.
"Come on, lass, you're wasted," he said, leading her towards the exit. She giggled and leaned heavily against him, her legs apparently made of jelly.
"I'm not drunk," she protested, slurring her words. "I'm just... a little impaired."
"Uh-huh, sure you are," Chibs said, humoring her. "Just hold on tight, okay?"
He guided her to the parking lot where his bike was parked. He helped her on to the back seat, making sure she was sitting securely. As he straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms drunkenly around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck. "Like... leather and... and... danger."
Chibs chuckled and shook his head, starting up the engine. "And you smell like beer and trouble, lass."
The ride back to her house was slow and careful. Chibs kept a steady pace, mindful of the inebriated passenger clinging to him like a koala. She kept giggling and commenting on how fun it was to be on the motorcycle, her words a slightly slurred mess.
When they finally arrived at her house, Chibs dismounted and helped her off the bike. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, holding her against his chest.
"We're here, love," Chibs said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You made it in one piece."
She looked up at him with glassy eyes, her face flushed from the alcohol and the wind. "I had the best night ever," she declared, grinning goofily.
He chuckled and shook his head again. "I'm glad you had fun, but you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."
He led her up to her porch, his arm around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned on him heavily, her steps uneven.
Once they got to her front door, he pulled her keys from her purse and slowly unlocked the door. He steered her inside, flicking on the lights as they entered the quiet house.
He helped her to the couch and sat her down. She immediately flopped onto the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Chibs looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her on the couch. He rummaged through the fridge, finding a bottle of water. When he returned to the living room, she was already fast asleep, her body sprawled across the cushions.
Chibs couldn't help but smile at the sight of her asleep. He knelt down next to the couch, taking a moment to study her face. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the wild laughter and stumbling from earlier.
He carefully placed the water bottle on the table, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he should probably leave her to sleep off the alcohol, but part of him didn't want to go. He liked being near her like this, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.
After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, love," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
He stood up, giving her one last glance before reluctantly turning away. He switched off the lights as he left, shutting the front door behind him quietly.
Happy
Happy sat on the couch in his dimly lit apartment, holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was currently stumbling around, giggling to herself. She was clearly drunk, and had been for a while.
"Hey there, princess," he called out, setting his glass down on the table. "You need to sit down and rest before you fall down."
His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I'm fiiiine," she slurred, taking an exaggerated step forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I can totally walk."
Happy chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've seen more coordination from a newborn deer," he said, standing up to approach her. "Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself."
His girlfriend pouted but didn't protest as he gently took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. She flopped down onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, looking up at him with a grin that was equal parts cute and ridiculous. "You worry too much," she said, waving a hand dismissively.
Happy sat down next to her, shaking his head again with a slight smile. "Maybe," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But someone's got to keep an eye on you when you get like this."
His girlfriend snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and letting out a content sigh. "You're so comfy," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred. "Like a big ol' teddy bear."
Happy chuckled again, gently running his fingers through her hair. "That's me," he said, his tone both dry and affectionate. "Big Bad Biker Teddy Bear."
His girlfriend giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Mmm, I love your chest," she said, her hand slowly snaking down to rest just above his belt buckle. "It's so... hard and muscley."
Happy raised an eyebrow, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping a note lower. He gently took her hand in his, preventing her from moving it any lower. "You're very handsy when you're drunk."
His girlfriend pouted again, trying to pull her hand free, but Happy held it fast. "I'm always handsy with you," she whined, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"
Happy's grip on her hand tightened just a bit, enjoying the game. "I never said I didn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But you seem a bit too wasted to be playing those kinds of games right now."
His girlfriend huffed, looking for all the world like a petulant child being denied a treat. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, wriggling a bit in his lap.
"look I'll prove it" she said holding a hand up going to touch her nose with her pointer finger but misses completely.
Happy couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt. "Yeah, you're definitely wasted," he said, amused. "If you can't even touch your own nose without missing, I think it's safe to say you're done for the night."
His girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, a childish gesture made even cuter by her inebriated state. "You're no fun," she muttered, resting her head back against his chest. "You never let me have any fun."
Happy chuckled again, resuming his stroking of her hair. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice dropping back to a deeper, huskier tone, "We can have plenty of fun when you're sober. And you'll remember it the next morning."
His girlfriend nuzzled against his chest again, her eyelids drooping as the alcohol began to pull her towards sleep. "Promise?" she mumbled, her hand once again trying to snake back towards his lap.
Happy gently moved her hand away again, though he couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "I promise," he said, his voice soft. "You get some rest, and we'll pick this up in the morning when you're not seeing double."
Jax
Jax glanced over at his girlfriend, who was slumped against his side, her eyes half-lidded and a goofy smile on her lips. She'd had a few too many drinks and was now completely wrecked. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her like this.
"All right, come here," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body sway slightly, her head lolling against his shoulder.
"Yurrrr so strong," she slurred, giggling.Jax rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a small grin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a big, strong man," he teased, gently patting her on the head. "Let's get you to bed, yeah? You're completely hammered."
He carefully helped her to her feet, keeping a tight grip on her as she wobbled. "Come on, babe. You're not walking anywhere like this." He guided her towards his dorm, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.
Once they were in the room, he sat her down on the edge of the bed with a soft thump, then knelt down in front of her to take off her shoes. "You're a real light-weight, you know that?" he teased as he slid them off her feet, setting them aside.
"Am NOT," she tried to protest, but the words didn't quite come out right. She wobbled again, nearly toppling forward before Jax caught her.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there. Don't go falling over now." He gently pushed her down onto the bed, helping her get comfortable amongst the pillows and blankets. He sat down on the bed next to her, watching her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.
She let out a contented sigh as she settled, her eyes fluttering closed. She mumbled something incoherent, and Jax couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, babe."
He sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of her soft, even breaths as she started to drift off. He knew she'd be out for the night, and he'd have to look after her in the morning when she woke up with a killer hangover. But for now, she was safe and sound in his bed, and that was all that mattered.
Opie
Opie returns home late one night after a long day to find his girlfriend already on the couch in the house, a bottle of beer in her hand and a flush to her cheeks. He can already assume she is drunk and he has to bite back a smirk, knowing the kind of trouble you get into when she is inebriated.
As soon as she hears him enter, she jumps to her feet, almost toppling over, but just about saving herself by grabbing the back of the couch. âO-Opie,â she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. âYou're home.â
âYeah, Iâm home,â he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. âAnd youâre a little drunk, arenât you?â
"No....I have only had to beers" she whined frowning at the 2 bottles on the table.
Opie chuckles when he spots the bottles realizing she found the super stong home brew he got as a gift from Bobby. âThose ain't beer, baby,â he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. âThat's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?â
"I'm totally fine," she mumbles, her words slurred as she tries to lean against the couch but misses and almost falls to the ground if it wasn't for Opie's lightening reflexes. He quickly catches her before she hits the floor and pulls her body up against his chest.
"Yeah, you're definitely not fine," he murmurs, holding her close to him. He can't help but feel amused by how adorable she is when she's drunk. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, baby."
She groans and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. âI feel funny,â she mumbled. âAnd spinny.â
Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. âThatâs because youâre drunk, sweetheart,â he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. âJust lean against me, okay?â
She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. âYou smell good, Opie,â she mumbles, her words still slurred and her breath warm against his chest.
He chuckles softly at her drunken compliment and tightens his arms around her, holding her even closer against him. âAnd you smell like a distillery,â he teases, his voice filled with affection.
She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. âYouâre mean,â she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. âYouâre not supposed to be mean to me when Iâm drunk, youâre supposed to be nice and tell me Iâm pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.â
Opie grins, amused by her drunken requests. "You want chicken nuggets?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "At this hour?"
She nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the spot in her excitement. "Yes! I'm starving," she whines, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Opie, I want chicken nuggets. Please please please."
He laughs, unable to resist her adorable drunken plea. "Alright, alright," he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I'll get your chicken nuggets, baby. But you have to promise me one thing."
She nods eagerly, her focus solely on the promise of food. "Anything," she slurs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He grins down at her, amused by her eagerness. "You gotta promise not to throw up on me, okay?" he teases, gently poking her on the nose with his index finger.
Juice
Juice leans against the doorframe, watching his girlfriend stumble around, completely intoxicated. She's laughing and swaying attempting to dance, clearly not in full control of her actions.
"How much did you drink, baby?" he asks, stepping closer.
"Dunno," she slurs, grinning sloppily at him. "A lot."
Juice chuckles, shaking his head.He moves in and scoops her up, pulling her into his arms with ease. She's lightweight to him, and he easily supports her against his chest.
"Let's get you to bed, you're wasted." he says, carrying her towards the bedroom.She giggles uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he carries her. She's making these little hiccup sounds that would be cute if not for the fact that they're coming from a drunk woman.
Juice sets her down on the bed, carefully arranging her head on a pillow. She's still giggling and murmuring incoherent words, clearly oblivious to the world around her.
"You're a mess," he says, rolling his eyes but there's a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulls off her shoes and lays a blanket over her.
She's attempting to say something but it's coming out as garbled nonsense. He leans closer to try and make out her words but they're not making any sense.
"Shhh," he soothes, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Just sleep it off."
He settles down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she fidgets and mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again. She keeps reaching out for him, her hand flailing in the air as if trying to grab hold of something.
He can't help but chuckle at her antics, despite the situation. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, giving it a squeeze to reassure her.
She mumbles something that sounds like his name, her fingers wrapping around his.
"Yeah, it's me," he replies, his voice soft. He continues sitting there, holding her hand and stroking her hair until her breathing becomes steady, signalling she's fallen asleep.
He sits there for a few more minutes, quietly watching her. She looks so peaceful now that she's asleep, a complete contrast to the stumbling mess she was just a while ago.
Slowly, carefully so as not to wake her, he gets up and turns off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar so he can hear her if she needs him.
He goes to the kitchen filling a bottle with water and ice taking it back into the bedroom leaving it by her side going into the bathroom to find some painkillers.
He comes back into the room, carrying a couple of painkillers. He sets them down on the bedside table, making sure they're within reach for when she wakes up.
He looks down at her sleeping form, contemplating waking her up to give her the medicine, but decides against it. She's in deep sleep, and he doesn't want to disturb her. Instead, he pulls up a chair and sits down to keep an eye on her, just in case she wakes up and needs anything.
Herman
Kozik and his girlfriend had spent the evening at a party hosted by the club. As the night went on, his girlfriend had indulged in a few too many drinks, while he had remained relatively sober.
As the party began to wind down, Kozik noticed that his girlfriend had become quite drunk. She was stumbling around, struggling to speak clearly, and seemed on the verge of passing out.
Seeing her in this state, Kozik knew he couldn't leave her on her own. He made his way over to her, gently placing his arm around her to help her stand steady.
"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice soft and caring. "I think it's time to get you home."
His girlfriend protested, insisting that she was fine and wanted to stay at the party longer. But Kozik gently but firmly shook his head.
"No, babe," he said, guiding her towards the door. "You've had a little too much to drink. We need to get you home and into bed."
His girlfriend groaned, but she was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Kozik led her out of the party and helped her into the passenger seat of her car.
As he buckled her seatbelt, he could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Just hang in there," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home."
The drive was quiet, with his girlfriend dozing off in the passenger seat. Kozik kept his eyes focused on the road, his hand occasionally reaching over to pat her leg reassuringly.
When they finally arrived at her house, he helped her out of the car and guided her up the driveway. She stumbled on the way to the front door, but he was there to catch her, holding her steady against him.
Inside, Kozik helped his girlfriend into bed, pulling the blankets up around her and making sure she was comfortable. She mumbled something about wanting to stay awake and chat, but her eyes were already shutting.
Kozik chuckled softly, sitting down beside her on the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and tucked the covers in around her.
"It's time to sleep," he said gently. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll be right here."
His girlfriend nodded sleepily, her eyes closed now. Kozik stayed by her side, watching her breathing even out as she fell asleep. He leaned back against the headboard, content to keep watch over her until morning.
As the night went on, Kozik found his mind drifting. He thought about the party they had just left, his brothers back at the club, and the life they lived. But throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to the woman asleep beside him.
He knew he was lucky to have her. She was feisty, spirited and beautiful. And she was all his.
Tig
Tig was watching his girlfriend's every movement from a safe distance. Not because he was worried, but because watching his girlfriend when slightly hammered was always fun. She always let her inner self shine when she's had a few drinks. She's not as shy and reserved when she's like that.
Right now she was giggling up a storm with some of the guys from the club. Her cheeks were a rosy shade and her eyes were bright. A little smile played on his lips as he took another long sip from his beer.
He chuckled to himself, watching as his girlfriend stumbled on her own two feet. She reached out and grabbed onto the nearest person to steady herself, who just so happened to not be him. His smile disappeared into a slight frown, and he took a few steps closer.
He quickly intervened and wrapped an arm around her, steadying her. He kept a tight grip, not too tight but tight enough to keep her from toppling over. "You okay there, sweetheart?" Tig asked, his voice holding a touch of amusement.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. A huge smile graced her face and she let out a small giggle. "TIGGY!! I'm good, just got a little dizzy." She replied, leaning a little closer to him, clearly tipsy.
Tig chuckled and instinctively tightened his arm around her. "Yeah, I can tell. You should slow down on the drinks, doll." He teased, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and mild concern.
"I'm fine, really. I can handle my boooze." She stated, trying to sound firm, but the slur in her voice gave her away. She stumbled again and Tig quickly caught her again, pulling her closer against him to keep her steady.
Tig rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're doing a real good job handling your booze right now.." he replied sarcastically. He let out a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing her back, soothingly.
She pouted and smacked his chest playfully. "Shut up, I'm not even that drunk." She retorted, her voice still a little slurred. "I had like, three beers and a shot then another one...Oh then Bobby made a toast so i had another few. I can handle that."
Tig raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh thats all, huh?" He teased, his tone laced with amusement. "Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds mighty reasonable for a lightweight like you."
She huffed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I am not a lightweight." She argued, but her unsteadiness and rosy cheeks said otherwise.Tig couldn't help but chuckle at her denial. He continued to hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against him. "Right, sure you're not. That's why you can barely stand up straight on your own."
"I can stand just fine, thank you very much!" She retorted, her drunken confidence taking over. She tried to step away from him to spin in a circle and prove her point, but she stumbles again, wobbling on her feet.
Tig quickly wrapped an arm around her again and pulled her back towards him. He chuckled, now finding her attempts to prove her point even more amusing. "Yeah, you're a regular ballerina on those feet, darlin'."
She went quiet too quiet. And has a weird look on her face
"Ah shit" Tig groans and quickly scooped her up with practiced ease, knowing what was about to happen. "Looks like it's a one-way ticket to the porcelain throne for you, sweetheart." He joked as he started to rush her towards the nearest bathroom.
Once they reached the bathroom, he gently set her down in front of the toilet just in time before she started to retch into it. He knelt down beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach. Tig winced in sympathy as he heard her getting sick.
"There you go, get it all out, doll." He comforted, rubbing her back soothingly. He was thankful that the bathroom was mostly empty, and he knew the guys would keep other people out.
Once she was done, she slumped against him, weak and shaky. Tig pulled her onto his lap, holding her close and letting her rest her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "You're gonna be feeling like hell tomorrow, baby." He said with a playful hint of amusement. He knew she was in for a rough morning, but he was also secretly enjoying having her so dependent on him for awhile.
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Hate Me, Love me: Juice's Story
Summary: Navigating an arranged marriage is hard enough. Its even harder when one of you seems to hate the other on site.
As always my stories are 18+
"Can you just shut the hell up? Seriously dude. You have been like the most unhelpful person today" snapped Juice as he slammed his fist down on the top of the bar. "Easy" murmured Chibs from his left as Tig just stared at Juice for a moment. It wasn't every day the kid got the balls to mouth off at him. "All I was saying was a good fuck may chill her out" grumbled Tig as he caught Chibs look before moving away to sulk on one of the couches.
Juice sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face. Too say he was on edge and stressed the fuck out was an understatement. He could easily say the last week had been the worst he had ever experienced. Everyone in the club had something to say but somehow they were managing to say nothing at all. Glancing up at the clock he sighed. He had hoped he would be able to figure out how to make his home feel like a home again and not a war zone before he headed out for the day.
"Just give her time Laddie" stated Chibs as Juice slid off his stool. Juice nodded. He had figured that already. Neither of you had asked for this arranged marriage and to be honest you had gotten the worse end of the stick. Uprooted and shipped to a new state to live with a stranger had to be shocking to say the least. So he understood your wariness. Though it seemed to feel more like hatred at this point. Which sucked because he felt he had been trying to make this easier, not to mention he really wanted to get to know you, but your responses had only gotten more aggressive. âThink I may just check in to a hotel for the night. Stop in and make sure she is good.â stated Juice as he shot a text off letting you know he was on his way so not to startle you like he had last week.
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You took a deep breath as you heard the door open and Juice call out. You were gripping the counter tightly as you tried to make your voice sound normal. âKitchen. I made dinnerâ you winced as you heard the crack in your voice. You knew he heard it too as he poked his head in and your eyes met his worried brown ones. Neither of you spoke for a while as your eyes stayed glued to each other. Scared thought Juice to himself. Fear can mimic aggression, he knew that all to well. He himself had had to unlearn some behaviors when he first moved here. He had been like a wounded wild animal. Biting at any hand that got close so to speak. You just needed to know you were safe here.
âSmells good. I was thinking of grabbing a hotel room for a couple nights to let you settle in some more. Let you decompress, I know this has been stressful, but Iâll gladly take some to go if that is okay?â offered Juice as he slouched casually against the door frame.
You swallowed hard as you broke eye contact looking anywhere but at the man in the doorway. Maybe you had judged to harshly. He seemed like he was a nice enough guy but you knew all too well how that could change. âI hate to take over your houseâŠ.maybe its better if I go?â you replied glancing back at him quickly catching his frown. Itâs not like you hadnât already made his home a living hell for him this last week. Apprehension and anxiety running rampant through your veins had you jumpy and defensive. If you were a dog your face would be in a constant snarl. You hated yourself for how you had responded to him. You had not given him a chance to prove he was decent. You had let your anger, fear and betrayal from your family about this arranged marriage rule over every interaction with the man in front of you. Then to top it off him confessing about being in a motorcycle club and being an outlaw biker had not instilled safe feelings for you. You had seen the movies and shows, saw the news. You knew women were not treated well in these circles and having already went through that time and time again with past relationships you didnât want to risk it.
âI would feel like an ass if you did. The house has the security system and most of the club is close by in case something happened. I know this sounds crazy given how the week has been but I want you safe and I need to know you are.â Replied Juice as he shook his head. âBesides if you go you donât get rid of me Iâll end of sitting outside all night watching over the roomâ he added with a light laugh as he watched you frown before a small smile floated across your face. âGuess we both are staying here then huhâ you replied before quickly glancing his way again. âGuess soâ he stated as he pushed off the door frame and moved towards the counter where you stood stopping when he saw you move back quickly.â Iâll umm bring you a plate if you want to sitâ you murmured as you gestured towards the table. Juice wanted to object but thought better of it. Small steps he thought to himself as he sat down.
The two of you ate in a somewhat comfortable silence for several minutes. âYou didnât have to make dinner or serve me a plate just so you knowâ started Juice before you cut him off quickly. âI cleaned everything up I promiseâ you spit out dropping your fork with a clatter onto the table as you tensed up for an explosion. You had been wary about doing this to begin with given how âŠ.organized the kitchen was but had convinced yourself it was the right thing to do. A peace offering.
âI saw thatâ chuckled Juice lightly as he looked up at you. âI was just going to say that I donât expect you to do that or cater to me shit like thatâ. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as you looked down at the table. âOhâŠ..sorry IâŠ.sorryâ you mumbled feeling on the verge of tears for the millionth time that dayâ. âItâs okay. This all hasnât been exactly normal. I get it and I understand.â Soothed Juice gently as he watched you. âYou donât have to be on the defense with me, we are on the same side. Neither of us asked for thisâ he added. You nodded as you looked back up at him offering him a sad smile. âTrueâ you mumbled.
âYou know just because we are married doesnât mean we have to act like it. In fact we can start from the beginning like any two people who meet do.â Stated Juice making air quotes around the word married. âI would like to do thatâ you replied with a smile. âAlright then. Nice to meet you Iâm Juan Carlos but you can call me Juiceâ stated Juice with a grin as he stretched his arm out across the table towards you.
1 Year Later
Juice was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and scrolling on his laptop when you walked in. âWhatâs with the shit eating grin babe? You look suspiciousâ joked Juice as he caught you skipped over to him. You laughed as you took a deep breath and knelt next in front of him. âWill you marry me?â you asked nervously biting your lower lip as you held out a ring pop to him. Juice was shocked. Granted the two of you were technically married already and had been asking things as they came he hadnât expected you to be ready for this a year later. âHell yesâ he stated eagerly as he put the ring on his finger. âWish you had taken me to get my nails done firstâ he huffed with a grin as you smacked him. âGotta send this to the boys real quick then you and I are going back to bed to celebrateâ he stated as he kissed your forehead making you giggle.
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Let me save you pt. VI
Juice Ortiz x female
Word count: 6.7k
Warnings: blood, bad language, violence, mentions of sex(?), angst
A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for such a long break, I had this in my drafts for some time, but couldn't get myself to post it, but I'm back now and I'll try to be more consistent đ«¶đ»
Walking to the kitchen alone in the morning was a really bad decision. The place was a complete mess and so many things I never wanted to see flashed before my eyes. Passing a few people I really wanted to stop and make sure theyâre still alive, but gladly I just walked pass by the disgusting scene, making sure I wonât put my foot in anything on the floor, either people or weird, unrecognized substances. Too early to eat anything as always I just poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down by the kitchen table, praying no one walks in. I havenât talked with anybody besides Juice about yesterdays situation and I wasnât sure if they approved what I did. Gemma is probably proud. Looking at the shelves filled with instant food packages I realized I used to do much worse things. Yeah, but you were home. Your place. Itâs not my place anymore, but it was back then. I donât think I have my place now, but itâs definitely not here. Showing up at night looking like I was hit by a truck and then showing some attitude to a girl whoâs from here was probably not the best option. Was it? I locked my eyes on a canned chicken soup and my stomach turned upside down. Thatâs disgusting.Â
- Hey - I flinched when Bobby pulled me out of my thoughtsÂ
- Youâre up early.
Itâs not early, but looking at how many people were still passed out it was surprising to see someone alive.
- Decided to give my liver a rest yesterday - he replied calmly pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee and sitting next to me - What about you?Â
- My liver deserved a rest years ago, Iâm too old for that kind of parties - I said jokingly to keep the conversation as far from the shattered glasses as I couldÂ
- I donât know how he did that, but Chibs told us youâre not letting things like that slide easily.Â
Shit, my brilliant plan didnât work.
- Look, I donât want to sound like a toddler, but she started. Iâm not here to cause any drama.
- Actually - he looked down trying to hide his smile - Iâm sure some people there were glad somebody finally did that.Â
- What do you mean? - he tried to lock his eyes with mine but I kept looking at the chicken soup in the cornerÂ
- See, Ima is the CaraCara girl. Not many are fond of her, but sheâs making good money with Layla, and thereâs actually no reason to get rid of her, a pornstar being annoying and slutty is not that much of a deal when you think about it. I work at the studio as an accountant so I spend quite a lot of time with the girls, maybe I donât know them that well, but you knowâŠ
- Deep inside sheâs just a lost, lovely girl? - I asked with a little sarcasm when I saw him struggling to finish the sentence, but he bursted out laughingÂ
- No, sheâs really just an annoying slut, I donât know where I was going there.
I finally left the soup and looked at him laughing, felt a smile forming on my face.
- Just donât blame yourself, you sat here looking like you had a moral hangover.
- I donât actually blame myself, but feels like I needed someone else to say that, thanks Bobby.
He replied with a warm smile.Â
- I should go and finish the party for good now, see you later.
I sat there for a minute after he left. Itâs kinda sad people approach me when Iâm just sitting alone, my resting face must be extremely depressed. I slowly got up from the chair and dragged my feet back to the bedroom. When I walked into the room Juice just got out of the bathroom. I looked at the single cup of coffee in my hand. Lovely.Â
- And thatâs⊠for you - I smiled and handed him the cup which he accepted with his hand still wet from the shower
- Oh wow, so lovely, you went there just to get me a coffee and didnât even think about yourself? - he took a sip and handed me the cup back with a smileÂ
- Iâm sorry, I donât know why I did that.Â
He would bring me a coffee.Â
- Who were you talking to? - he asked calmly but I felt shivers anyway
- No one.Â
Why would I lie? Whatâs the point? He turned back to me and laughed politely to ensure me heâs not mad, but curious.Â
- You were sitting there for so long alone? Come on, I just want to know if youâre getting along with anybody - he still smiled softly putting on his shirtÂ
- Oh, excuse me? - I laughed forgetting about how uncomfortable I just was - I was talking with Bobby, but just so you know, I get along with a lot of people here. Like Lyla, sheâs great. And Chibs. And Tig. Oh, and Opie, yeah, Opieâs cool. And⊠And Chucky!Â
- Okay, alright - he wrapped his arms around me to stop me from thinking of more names - Iâm glad youâre feeling good here.Â
- Yeah, about feeling good, itâs great here, but can we go home?Â
- Sure - he said not letting me go
- I believe you have to let me go so I can grab my stuff and get in the car.Â
- Oh Christ, sorry I was even touching you princess. Want me to carry you so your shoes donât get too dirty? - he responded handing me my bagÂ
How is he smiling all the time? Thatâs probably the thing I love about him the most, but thatâs also something to think about. On our way to the car we stopped at the bar. Bobby sitting on the stool with his face hidden in his hands was looking pretty pathetic. But not so pathetic as all the people still lying in different, sometimes weird places.Â
- How was your finishing the party? - I asked putting my hand on his shoulder, he patted it lightlyÂ
- Just as you can see. You know what? - he looked at our bags - Iâm going home too, Clay should handle this, Iâm not responsible for other charters, am I?Â
- You should go - Juice said firmly, exactly as he needed, Bobby immediately got up and walked us to the carÂ
- I believe todays vote will be postponed for tomorrow - he said before Juice sat behind the wheel - use your day off well.
Looking at me he smiled once again and next seconds Juice was starting the engine.Â
- Gross - I said jokinglyÂ
- What do you mean?Â
- That thing about your âday offâ. Use it well. On me? Come on.Â
- Thatâs not what he meant - he sounded serious, but a smile was still fully visible on his faceÂ
- Then what did he mean?Â
- He definitely meant my bike, I should work on it - he now laughed out loud - by the way, you saw it?Â
I moved my head and looked out through the window.Â
- Saw what?Â
- My bike.Â
- Yeah, I see it pretty much everyday, itâs hard to not see it when you live with a biker. Itâs nice, even lovely Iâd say.Â
- I donât mean that one.Â
I kept looking through the window acting like I donât know about the other one hidden in the garage. He shouldnât be mad, I definitely didnât break anything, but maybe he doesnât know Iâve touched it, why should I tell him myself?Â
- You have more than one bike? Thatâs so cool - I smiled to myself and felt him staring at the back of my headÂ
- Y/n, you know I wonât be mad.Â
- Mad? About what? - I realized he can see my face in the reflection on the glass so I immediately stopped smiling and looked at him.Â
- Just wanted to tell that you did well - he smiled at my reaction - mustâve taken you a few hours, huh?Â
- Iâm sorry, but itâs pretty boring to be alone and not at home, I was looking for anything to do. And when did you even have time to see that Iâve touched it? I left all the tools exactly where they were before, you have like a dairy or what? - I laughed and realized we were pulling into the drivewayÂ
- Sometimes when I canât sleep and think too much I go there trying to relax, so you donât know I did that probably because you were sleeping.Â
- You know - I stopped because he rushed to open the door for me right after he parked - you know you can talk to me? Iâm probably better at that stuff than your secret bike.Â
- Iâm not schizophrenic or anything, I do all the talking in my head so it wonât be weird.Â
I just gave him a meaningful look and followed him inside.Â
- Iâm worried about tomorrow - I said after settling on the couchÂ
- Whatâs tomorrow? Your first day at work? - my blank stare mustâve said everything because he continued without my answer - Why? You did all that nursing stuff before, didnât you?Â
- No, Iâve actually never done that, thatâs why they hired me. Whatâs wrong with you today? - I took a sip of my tea waiting for his response wondering if Iâm not too harsh, but he laughed as softly as alwaysÂ
- I think Iâm just tired.Â
- Tired of bitches hitting up on you all night?Â
- Alright, from what I can remember there was only one bitch hitting up on me yesterday.Â
- And I really hope you mean Ima - I laughedÂ
I was pretty shocked I got over it so fast and didnât overthink what happened last night.Â
- Well, you definitely donât need to beg me for attention so I definitely didnât mean you.Â
Is this about the âI love youâ thing? I really donât want to talk about this now.Â
- Good to hear that - I smiled and run to another topic immediately - so do we have a free evening today or you want to go check in at the club?Â
- Remember what Bobby said? - he asked playfullyÂ
- Oh come on, Iâm serious now.
- Yeah, me too. How about a movie night?Â
- How about a walk?Â
Looking at his face I could see my question put him off guard.Â
- What? - I laughed at the silenceÂ
- Where do you want to go? - his tone became more firm and calm
- I donât know, arenât there any parks here? - I laughed and grabbed his thigh gently - Juice, if you donât want to we donât have to do that, I just asked. But Iâd still like to know whatâs so terrible about walks.Â
I tried to stop smiling but the fact that he looked terrified by the idea of taking a walk was pretty hilarious.Â
- No, Iâm sorry, of course we can go for a walk, itâs just that I prefer spending my free time at home - he smoothed out the pillow not even looking at me
- Are you really afraid something might happen? - I asked moving other pillows out of his reach when he tried to grab another oneÂ
- l just, you know - I donât, keep talking - well, many people know me here - he finally got the courage to look at me and his sad puppy eyes literally made me want to cryÂ
- Iâm sorry, but whatâs wrong with people knowing who you are? - I truly didnât understand what he meant and asking was the best option since I wasnât scared of being embarrassed anymoreÂ
- Iâm sorry, I just want you to be safe and I know that there are only two places I can be sure about you not getting hurt, here and at the clubhouse. I know it sounds out of line, but some people want to hurt us and they know their best ways to do that.Â
-So the best way to hurt you would be hurting me, huh? - I tried to comfort him and did the literal opposite, but still got a little smile from himÂ
-I know how it sounds, really. Especially when I told you Iâm just a member of a club, but-Â
-Yeah, I know itâs not just a club, Iâm not that stupid - this time comforting him went a little better and he finally took his hand off the perfectly flattened pillow to grab my handÂ
-Youâre really important to me, and however unrealistic this sounds, I need to protect you at all costs right now. Itâs not always going to be like that, but we got ourselves into some trouble lately.Â
-Is it about the drugs? The club trying to leave is just not going as Jax planned?Â
Maybe I shouldnât say that, but on the other hand it might help him to open and talk to me. I already knew more than he thought, why wouldnât he just talk to me about it now? The silence between us was pretty loud and his concerned face made me want to laugh, but I tried to keep a straight face to show him Iâm serious.Â
-What do you mean âthe drugsâ?Â
-Oh come on, you really want to play that game? - his question annoyed me a little, even tho I did the same thing all the timeÂ
-How do you even know about that? - he wasnât angry, more stressed and worried, his hands landing on the pillow againÂ
-Okay, are you going to answer my question or we donât have anything to talk about?Â
-Yes, itâs about drugs. Leaving the business isnât as easy as we thought, and Clay is not cooperating with Jax. Except this whole shit with drugs we have a lot going on inside our charter. It looks like nothing is going to be better unless these two work their shit out, and I donât think itâs going to happen anytime soon - he opened even a little more than I expected, but I was so glad he finally did that - thatâs why Iâm worried about you and about what might happen.
-Thank you for being honest with me, I really appreciate that - I gently took the pillow from him and replaced it with my hands - I know you canât talk a lot about the club stuff, but you can still talk about your feelings, thatâs not pathetic, I cried in front of you so many times, come on.
I tried to lighten him up and believed it worked, since he gave me a bright smile.Â
-Okay, Iâll try, but for now is it enough? - he chuckledÂ
-Well, I accept that, but Iâll demand more honesty in the future if you want to spend it with me.Â
I looked down, his hands, always steady, now shaking a little, not matching his cheerful smile. His eyes dark, I could even say full of joy. Hiding his emotions started getting harder, or maybe I was better at reading it.Â
-You have no idea how much I want that - he smiled so adorably I almost fell for it, but another look at his hands worried me againÂ
Using how close we were to each other I sat on his laps and let him hide his face in my neck. His hands immediately started wandering around my back and when they found the spot he pulled me closer. I tried to sink in the moment, when he suddenly threw me off his knees, my back landing on the soft couch I was trapped by his body. It was so gentle, yet so fast that I froze under him.Â
-The fuck was that? - I asked completely confusedÂ
-I just wanted to see your reaction, but that little scream was so cute - wide smile wasnât leaving his face, he looked amused by my consternation - are you ticklish?Â
-Juan, donât try that, get off me - I said firmly trying not to laugh
-I promise Iâll start talking about my feelings, I just need some time - he said not movingÂ
-Okay, okay, I trust you but let me go - I was now laughing with himÂ
He slowly got up letting me do the same thing. I got closer to his face, putting my hands around his neck and just looked him in the eyes. Juice immediately shortened the distance by kissing me, licking my lip I opened my mouth to let him in when the doorbell interrupted us. He slowly pulled back and rested his forehead on mine and I just started laughing. Like a damn movie.Â
-Stay here - he got up and dragged his feet towards the door unlocking it slowlyÂ
-Hey Juicy - I heard Chibs so I made my way to the door, not wanting him to take my boyfriend away from me againÂ
My who?Â
-Hi Chibs, perfect timing, whatâs up?Â
-The voteâs tomorrow at 6 - he smiled softly to greet meÂ
-And thatâs why you came all the way here? - I asked amused by Juiceâs reactionÂ
-Well, maybe if heâd pick up his damn phone I wouldnât have to do that - he stepped through the door and closed it - that vote might take a little longer, I talked to the guys from north and they are not giving up so easily, just so you know - he gave Juice a serious look - am I interrupting you?Â
-No, we were just going to my old place to get some stuff, since you have so much free time you can come with us to help - I smiled at him and then saw Juiceâs face - we talked about it yesterdayâŠÂ
-Oh yeah, we did, Iâm sorry - he brightened up immediatelyÂ
-Actually I donât have anything better to do, you want me to call Tig?Â
-That would be nice - I said before Juice even opened his mouth - Juice, you have any empty boxes in your garage?Â
-Yeah, there are some.Â
-So Iâll call Tiggy and you kids go find some boxes so we can go - Chibs smiled at us once again and went through the doorÂ
-Juice - I said with a straight face - did you mute your phone to âuse your time wellâ with me? - I tried not to smileÂ
-Of course not - he laughed and started walking towards the garage - I mustâve did that by accident.
-Youâre a bad liar, really.Â
-I think thatâs good - he pinned me to the wall and kissed me softly - will we finish that later?Â
-Oh god, stop - I laughed and walked under his hand to free myself - letâs get the boxes, how many do you have?Â
-And how many do you want? You have much stuff there? - he started going through the empty boxes and throwing the bigger ones in my directionÂ
-Well, should I get all of it? Will you get me a place when I can store them? - I asked while folding the boxes and putting them asideÂ
-Canât you just unpack here? Why would you keep your things in the boxes?Â
I kept my eyes on the flatted pile I just made.Â
-You want me to stay here for good? I know you for like a month, I canât just move in.Â
-So youâre just living here temporarily, huh? - he also wasnât looking at me but I saw him smilingÂ
-Well, if thatâs what you mean then I can tell you I was looking for some houses for sale here.Â
He threw a last one at me and came closer.Â
-I mean that I want you to feel like at home here. You donât have to move out, I have plenty of free space, thereâs even a free bedroom upstairs if you donât want to share the bed anymore.Â
-Donât you think itâs a little bit early to live together? Weâre not even a couple or anything - I tried not to look at him but he made it impossible
-Arenât we? - he took the boxes I just folded and went outside - I want you to stay here - he yelled while putting them in the trunkÂ
-Tig will wait at the clubhouse for us, I believe you want to switch the car for a bigger one if weâre taking all of your shit here - Chibs said when I met them at the drivewayÂ
-Yeah, sure - I sat on the passenger sit and waited for Juice to join meÂ
We drove to Lodi in silence, but I saw him looking at me from time to time, smile not leaving his face. I was really happy about what he said, but didnât want to show him that i really care about that. Acting casual wasnât my best skill, but I both didnât want to scare him or just ruin what we already had, so I chose to ignore my feelings for now. When we pulled up Juice parked the truck right in front of the door and guys left their bikes a little closer to the street. When we entered the building my hands were empty, nobody let me carry anything so I just led them upstairs and unlocked the door.Â
-So thereâs no elevator here, huh? - Tig asked when i was fighting with my shaky hands to put the key inÂ
-Yeah, youâll have to carry all the boxes alone, or you can let me help you - I said opening the door and letting them inÂ
-Youâre not carrying anything, just focus on the packing - Chibs said letting me go in front of him - stop whining Tiggy.Â
But I wasnât listening to him, what I saw made me freeze where I was standing. Shouldâve cleaned that up before leaving. Blood drops on the floor, marking the paths where I was walking before I cleaned myself up. Bloody tissues on the table and now also on the floor, bathroom sink still covered in blood, perfectly visible since I left the door open.Â
-Thatâs quite a lot of blood for such a small person - Tig said and put the boxes down - but weâve seen worse, donât worry, where should we start?Â
Weâve seen worse? Thatâs it? Wow.Â
-You can get all the stuff from here and the kitchen, Iâll go get the bathroom and bedroom - I said and quietly left with a few boxes in my handsÂ
I never liked packing, but today it was different. I never wanted to see that apartment again, it was so nice and I loved it with all my heart, but now it was hard to feel safe here. Glad that nobody interrupted me I just focused on packing when I heard someone knocking on the door. I went to check whatâs going on, but seeing the three of them froze, just staring at the door made me laugh.Â
-Are we expecting any guests? - Chibs asked when I entered the roomÂ
-Why donât you just check who that is? - I said a little bit more annoyed than I meant to
I walked toward the door and saw all of them reaching their belts, pretty sure what they had there.Â
-Thatâs fucking pathetic - I said looking at their reaction and slowly opened the doorÂ
-I thought youâre not going to open, like youâre mad that I just left you, oh wait, you canât be mad, because youâre the one who left me - Nat laughed and walked pass me not waiting for an invitation to come inside - oh hello gentleman - she put her bag on the table
-Guys, thatâs Nat, Nat this is Tig and Chibs, I think you remember Juice - I smiled looking at their reactionÂ
-Of course I remember, hi everyone - she started going through her bag looking for somethingÂ
-Tig, donât even try - I said when I saw him walking her way - youâre all being rude right now - I laughed when they just kept looking at her not saying anything and got a quiet âhi Natâ from all three as a responseÂ
-But sheâs not going to kill us, right? - Chibs joked looking around at the bloody mess - sheâs not the one I guess?Â
-Sadly I left all my white weapons at home, so you have advantage over me - she moved her head up and looked at his belt - oh I found it, youâre going for a smoke? - she put her lighter in the pocket and looked at meÂ
-Sure - I responded quickly and followed her to the balcony - how did you even know Iâm here? Youâre stalking me or what? - I laughed as soon as the door closed behind usÂ
-I was just walking by and saw two bikes in front of the building, who else could it be? - she sat on the bench and kept looking at me with her weird, cute smileÂ
-Why are you looking at me like that? - I laughed - itâs been a week, not like Iâve abandoned you or anythingÂ
-Are you okay? Iâm sorry, but your explanations over texts werenât really convincing - she patted the spot besides herÂ
-I had some mess to clean up lately - I said sitting downÂ
-Yeah, pretty cute mess - she looked through the window at guys packing my stuff - you live with them?Â
-They donât live together - I laughed loudly at her question - Iâm staying at Juiceâs for now, Iâm not sure what to do next.Â
-He rescued you and let you move in after knowing you for a month? What a hero - I knew it was not fully sarcastic, even tho she tried to sound like it - he loves you or what?Â
-He actually told me he does - I responded not looking at herÂ
-Are you shitting me right now? You love him too? Girl what happened to your independent, 'I donât need any man', lifestyle. I thought youâre just going to fuck him - she shook her head in fake disbelief trying not to laughÂ
-I actually donât know, I didnât say anything.Â
-Okay, you really have to be kidding me - she laughed nowÂ
-Oh shut up, do you want to help me pack since youâre here?Â
About an hour later a stack of heavy boxes filled with all my stuff was standing near the door. Tig and Chibs went to the bus to pack the first ones and I sat on the couch to clear things out with Nat.Â
-Youâre not mad at me, are you? - I asked watching as Juice went to the kitchen and leaned back on the counterÂ
-Why would I be? - she laughed - because you left me in this shitty town with my shitty job? Come on y/n, I always cheered you up, Iâm really glad you got the job you wanted so bad.Â
-The job is one thing, it I still moved away not even telling you straight away, I feel kinda bad about it - and what I said was honest, I knew it was my life and I was the only person who should decide about it, but the demons from my past or whatever weâre still chasing me and I felt like I needed permission for everythingÂ
-Sweetheart - she looked at me with her lovely eyes, and leaned in to make sure I can hear every word she says - are you fucking kidding me? Itâs your life and you have to be god damn happy, donât worry about other people so much, weâve already been there and I thought you understood itâs a bad idea.
We both laughed and I picked my bag from the floor when the guys came back upstairs.Â
-Okay, letâs go - I grabbed a box and headed to the doorÂ
-I donât think so - Chibs took it from me and placed it back down on the floor - ten minutes and everything should be handled, you should spare your wrists.
Nat joined me and watched all the of them carrying the boxes downstairs.
-Whatâs your schedule next weekend? - I asked when they disappeared behind the last wall
-Not sure yet, why? Want me to come visit your big town? - she laughed and threw her bag over her shoulderÂ
-Yeah, you should come by, Iâll probably be alone for a while - she smiled at me and slowly walked through the door
-Weâll keep in touch - she blowed me a kiss - bye, love ya.
-When are you planning to start unpacking? - Juice was leaning on the kitchen counter and looking at the boxes besides the door
I walked up to the fridge and got myself a beer.
-Are they bothering you so much? - I stood next to him looking in the same directionÂ
-I mean, not really, just wondering - he took a sip from his bottleÂ
-Oh, youâre such a pedant - I smiled at him - I wanted to at least start today, but I donât think I have enough energy for that, Iâm sorry. This work thing is kind of stressing me out, like itâs my first day ever. I just want it to be over, then Iâll take care of other stuff, is that okay?
-Of course itâs okay - he looked at me as softly as always, I wondered what would I have to do to make him mad - Iâll help you whenever youâre ready.
I didnât have a chance to answer, because his phone drown my quiet âthanksâ out. After his short answers I could immediately recognize it was a call from the club. What else could it be? I was expecting that.
-I need you to come with me - he said firmly while putting his cell back in the pocketÂ
-I can stay alone Juice, weâve talked about it. Iâll be fine.Â
-No - he looked serious and worried at the same time - They need you at the clubhouse.
I wasnât expecting that.
-Why? What happened? - I asked when he nervously started looking for the car keys
-Couldnât tell me on the phone - he answered calmly, still not looking at me - so probably thereâs someone to patch up.
-Okay - I said without hesitation and he finally looked at me
-You donât have to get involved in the club shit, thatâs my shit and I can get you out of it if you want. Just this one time if there really isnât anyone else to help, weâll figure this out, okay?
-Juice - now I was smiling softly - Iâm fine with that, really. Our shit now.
We hurried through the door and it was surprisingly quiet inside, but everyone got up from their seats when we walked through the door.Â
-Kozik got hit, Taraâs out of town and we need someone to take care of him. Her bag is already there, just come with me - Jax grabbed my arm and pulled me slightly so | would follow him
I entered the chapel and heard multiple footsteps following me, but I couldnât focus on that. A blonde man was laying on the massive wooden table. His bare chest was covered in blood, a hole in his upper arm made it pretty clear that he was shot. I froze, not at the fact that a man with probably a bullet in his body was casually laying on the table, a prospect next to him trying to stop the bleeding, but because I was the one to help him. I havenât done anything like that in some time, had no idea where to start I started panicking quietly.Â
-Tell us how to help - Chips nudged me softly but firmlyÂ
-Did it went through? - I asked filled with fake hopeÂ
-Did it what? - the prospect holding a soaked cloth looked at me like I was a ghostÂ
-How many holes are there? - I smiled sarcastically - Is the bullet still inside or did it went through? Let me see.Â
Chibs helped raising Kozikâs arm up and of course the bullet was still insideÂ
-Iâm not a damn neuro or ortho to deal with such stuff smoothly - I said looking through Taraâs bag and trying to focus.
-You donât have to get him perfectly fine, we can cut that arm off if youâll say thatâs the best option.
-Shut up Tig, thatâs not funny anymore - said Jax
I looked up and saw him sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, sipping on his beer like nothing was happening.
I came back to the table and took a closer look at the wound.Â
-Itâs not deep, you have to hold him still and Iâll take the bullet out - I wasnât sure how to do that, I had to deal with worse things in the past, but every memory of it just vanished at instant - Iâll count to three.
The faster the better. I saw a bloody mess before digging my fingers into the hole. It was gross even through the gloves, I thought I can feel my legs shaking. Trying not to make more damage I wanted to focus but the screams made it impossible and I couldnât find the right angle to take a grip on the bullet.Â
-Shut him the fuck up - I said calmly concentrating on where my fingers were going and suddenly I looked at my hand, hovered in blood, holding a shiny piece of metal
Glad that the worst part was already over I started to put stitches on, kinda surprised the bleeding almost stopped.Â
-I donât think any arteries were damaged, he should be fine soon - I said to Jax who was sitting on a stool next to mineÂ
-I really appreciate you came to help us, thank you - he said sadly, eyes locked on the countertop in front of him
-Youâve helped me enough, thatâs the least I can do. If you ever need me again, donât hesitate, Iâll gladly do it again - I said knowing it was bullshit, but he smiled slightly - I really have to go now, but I can check in tomorrow after work if you want me to.Â
-That would be great, thank you - he said and I left to find Juice - Are you coming with me? - I said when our eyes metÂ
-Of course, letâs go -Â his eyes not as bright as always, smile almost fully fainted and I instantly knew he was just disappointed with me
Tara wouldâve done it better, of course, but sheâs not here. Iâm not even a doctor, and heâs alive so overall I didnât do such a bad job. I rested my head on the cold window as I sat down in the passengers seat. The sky was beautifully clear, you could count all the stars, a perfect night for a walk, but surely I should forget about that. I closed my eyes and waited for the car to stop so I could just go to bed and burry myself under the covers. When we pulled up I took my purse from the back seat and grabbed the door handle, but Juice was faster as always. He opened the door for me and gave me his gentle hand along with a polite smile. I rushed ahead of him and quickly changed into my pajamas before crawling into bed, but it wasnât long before he joined me, putting his hand on m hip and kissing my shoulder. We laid in silence for what felt like hours and I couldnt get myself to sleep, move or even talk. I was completely frozen wandering what he was thinking about.
-Iâm sorry - was all I mumbled after getting enough courage to open my mouth
-Youâre not asleep? - he stopped rubbing my arm and sounded pretty shockedÂ
-I really am, I know I shouldâve done better, but I was just scared. I donât know why, itâs not the circumstances, I just felt like I never did that before and it is fucking scary looking at the fact that im supposed to do such stuff everyday starting tomorrow. I think Iâve lost my damn spark, or whatever it was, I should just stayed behind the bar and do what I was good at. I donât want that job anymore, I donât want to do that and Iâm scarred Iâll fuck someone's life soon, thatâs clearly not for me.Â
He didnât interrupt my monologue, just grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over so that I was facing him. Is he really fucking smiling right now?
-I know it sounds pathetic and I donât just feel sorry for myself, I think I-
He interrupted me this time with a soft chuckle followed by a clearly sad face.
-I should apologize to you, I promised to keep my life away from you, but I didnât really have a choice there. But you did great y/n, I donât know what youâre talking about.
-My hands were shaking - I said seriouslyÂ
-Have you ever taken a bullet out of a strangerâs arm? In a motorcycle clubhouse? Surrounded by a dozen of other bikers? - he smiled, but I knew it wasnât honest
-No, but thatâs not the point Juice - I heard my voice trembling, not aware of being at the edge of crying
-Oh donât do that to me, I hate when you cry, especially when it's because of me, I promised not to do that anymore, remember? - his smile seemed more confident now and I almost fell for itÂ
-Itâs not because of you, I donât want to do that anymore.
-Then donât - he said calmly looking me in the eyes
-What do you mean, âdonâtâ?
-Well, just donât work, be a house wife and let me support you - he got a quiet laugh from me
-Iâm sorry Iâm such a whiner sometimes.
-Iâm sorry I got you into that - he looked at the clock - you should go to sleep now, itâs late.
I didnât want to know what time it is and I was glad he stayed quiet, knowing how little sleep Iâll get before my first day wasnât a good idea. I snuggled into his chest feeling relaxed and safe, as I shouldâve from the beginning. Next time just talk to him, burying your emotions wonât help.
-Thank you, goodnight.
-Goodnight, I love you.Â
#juan carlos#juan carlos imagine#juan carlos ortiz#juice#juice imagine#soa imagine#sons of anarchy#soa#juice x reader#juice ortiz x reader#juice ortiz imagine#juice ortiz#sons of anarchy imagine#fanfic
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Trying to imagine Lucyâs situation right now.
Sleep means nightmares (if youâre alone).
Sleep means your blood is disappearing (if youâre alone).
Sleep means youâre doing worse than dying (if youâre alone).
And itâs all just Dracula playing with his food. The only thing keeping him from getting straight to the conclusion is his own restraint for the sadistic sport of it and practicing stealth in a land where he doesnât yet rule the whole territory through fear.
But he could get away with it in one go. He could find half a dozen easy ways to pull it off before Van Helsing starts meddling in earnest.
âŠand that would end the game, wouldnât it? No, no. Canât have that. He wrung two whole months of fun out of Jonathan. Your turn now, Lucy.
#imagine fearing sleep because the monster feeding on you likes to use you like a juice box when your mind and body inevitably betray you#f u c k#dracula#dracula daily#re: dracula#lucy westenra
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hi! please could you do number 7 with the mc having a ghost-related quirk??
decided to quickly write this one just in time for halloween! i hope y'all enjoy this little piece amidst the boop war we all find ourselves in right now lol. thank you for playing n have a nice day <3
(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)
7. "THE GHOSTS WOULD DISAGREE WITH YOU." (1.3k)
âyouâre a fucking weirdo, you know that?â
you donât even look up from the churro youâre munching on, opting to ignore the ash-blonde sitting right next to your left.
âwhat,â he continues, and if you didnât know any better, heâs starting to sound a little annoyed. âyouâre not even gonna defend yourself?â
what youâre not about to do is tell him youâve heard that taunt over and over again growing up, lest you end up seeming pitiful, which you arenât.
so you merely shrug. âi donât see the point. i know itâs not true.â
at that, you finally glance at the man, whoâs looking nothing short of speechless under the dim light of the lounge thatâs decked out with âspookyâ embellishments.
cute is the first thing that comes to mind.
he just fucking insulted you is the next.
still, you canât help the smile that takes over your features. âyouâre the weird one, anyway. why would you say that to your date?â
bakugou promptly breaks eye contact, choosing to stare at the human skeleton thatâs conveniently parked at the corner of the room. you follow his line of vision, and you have to stop yourself from snorting at the sight.
the people manning this haunted house-themed attraction sure took budget decorating to the next level.
beside you, the pro-hero huffs. âiâm only saying that because this is your idea of a good first date,â he gestures vaguely to your surroundings, an incredulous expression on his face as he tosses you a pointed look. âa horror escape room? really?â
âwhat?â you say, trying to sound the slightest bit defensive for the sake of it. âit gives us plenty of excuses to get closer.â
whatever bakugou expected you to say in response, it surely wasnât that.
the man only splutters, quickly diverting his gaze and plopping back against his seat with his muscled arms folded across his broad chest like a petulant child.
he then mutters something that you wouldnât have caught for the life of you if it werenât for the thing.
you grin.
âyou wanted me to latch onto you for safety? you couldâve just said so.â
almost instantaneously, bakugou whips to stare at you, an absolutely horrified expression etched all over his face.
âwhat the fuck?â
you flash him the most innocent look you can muster. âwhat?â
heâs now glaring at you, but thereâs no missing the redness that has crept up the high planes of his cheeks. he opens his mouth as if to say something but hesitates. he tries again, gaze fixated on you for a couple more seconds until he shakes his head in disbelief.
ââŠthereâs no fucking way.â
you shrug again, but bakugou only stares at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. âunlessâŠâ
and, in a blink of an eye you almost couldâve missed it if you werenât staring at him yourself, you see profound realization dawn on his features.
you gulp despite yourself.
âyou have a fucking quirk?â
the truth must have been written all over your exterior, because the man leans back in slow motion like the way one would when faced with a relatively shocking revelation.
you rub at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling too self-conscious. this was the part that always made you feel uncomfortable, no matter what the context.
but especially during a first date.
âi never said i was quirklessâŠâ
âyeah, no shit,â he retorts, not missing a single bit. âwhat is it, superior hearing or something?â
you shake your head slowly, âno, but it does make me privy to things that i donât perceive with my own senses.â
bakugouâs eyebrows furrow in what you think is confusion. âwhat else?â
âuhââ you pause, eyes drifting down to your fiddling fingers, ââi can also levitate, be invisible, and permeate through things.â
when he doesnât say anything for a moment, you finally chance a glance at the man, and heâs looking honest-to-god gagged.
pro-hero dynamight is fucking gagged and itâs because of you.
before he can get a word in, though, you quickly follow it up with: âbut they make me so nauseous that i can barely pull them off. theyâre useless, really.â
when youâre met with nothing but silence, you continue.
âi know,â you chuckle, although it comes out awkward and stilted. âitâs weird. youâre right, after all. i was just messing with you.â
more silence.
not knowing what else to do or say, you take a huge bite of your pastry, although youâre far from hungry, stomach now churning in embarrassment.
youâre in the middle of chewing the remnants of your last bite when bakugou finally speaks up.
now, youâve heard about how the #9 pro-hero, despite his aggression and temper and generally unpleasant personality, is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, and intuitive, but you never really thought much about it.
not even when you found out a few hours earlier that the blind date your friends set you up with was your distant superior dynamight himself.
and while you always had a thing for capable men, you didnât want to fall early and hard lest you hurt yourself in the process. so you merely pushed back against the prejudices and expectations you had of him, and decided to just observe the person who was actually in front of you for the rest of your date.
but when he says the next thing, everything youâve heard about him suddenly makes sense.
ââŠso itâs a ghost quirk.â
you donât even get the opportunity to choke on your churro or gape at him because bakugou shakes his head so fervently, before: âthatâs such a fucking waste.â
âe-excuse me?â
at your query, he locks eyes with you. âyou have a strong-ass quirk, yet youâre working in admin for us. you could be doing more.â
a thousand questions fight to escape your lips, but what manages to emerge victorious is: âhowâd you know iâm working admin for ground riot?â
bakugou scowls at you, but again, thereâs that scarlet on his cheeks. he doesnât answer your question, though, instead going for: âthatâs your fucking takeaway?â
you shrug, not knowing what else to say. âi know my quirk is strong. but i was always made to feel like i was weird and creepy for it growing upâand until now, actually, which is why i donât really talk about itâso i just learned not to use it.â
âwell, most of it,â you add, and bakugou cocks his head to the side in question.
you take a shaky inhale.
ââŠghosts still choose to talk to me.â
âthat how you pick up on things beyond your five senses?â
you try not to gawk at him and at how fast he put two and two together. ââŠyeah.â
neither of you says anything for a few moments before bakugou finally shifts in his seat, rolling his shoulders back.
as he does so, he pipes up with: âwell, i guess theyâre not always accurate, though.â
you frown. although you rarely use your quirk, you still pride yourself in your capacity. âwhat do you mean?â
at that, bakugou turns to regard you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. âi did not want you to latch onto me.â
this time, you really canât help it. you snort, and that grants you a glower from the pro-hero. you take it in stride, though, waving him off.
âsure, big guy.â
âdonâtââ he sits up, âfuckingâiâm seriousââ
âyeah, but the ghostsââ he throws you a punch, which you dodge, âwould disagreeââ you dodge another, â with youââ he barely misses you, ââthough,â you finally finish.
and really, you donât even need your trusty ghosts to know thatâthe blush thatâs taken over the entirety of his face is all the proof you need.
#this one took a lot of brain juice in terms of deciding how reader's quirk manifests lol#what the ghosts lip-read and tell reader tho is bkg saying â's not like that even happened...â re: reader latching onto him for safety#LMAOOO#anw i told myself to keep it at like 500-700 words#look what happened again#sighs#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#mha imagines#mha scenarios#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n#bkg#2k milestone drabble
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