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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

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

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

Word Count: 1466 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dallianceangel]

Just A Peek? 🎄🎁

another random drabble for you x

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It’s 9PM on Christmas Eve. You walk out of the en-suite to find Juice sulking in your shared bed, clutching a pillow to his chest. He’s pouting, clearly still upset. 

“Juice, stop sulking,” you say, trying not to smile. “We need to be setting off to the clubhouse soon.”

He turns his face to you. “I only wanted a quick peek.”

You chuckle as you sit down beside him. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

He sighs, hugging the pillow tighter. “But it’s Christmas!” 

“Not for a few hours, it isn’t. You’ll love your gift. I promise you the wait will be worth it.”

Juice shakes his head, your words doing nothing to change his mood. “Yeah, yeah.”

You lean closer, your fingers brushing his chest, flashing him a soft smile. “You know…” you whisper, “I think I may have a solution.”

His eyes meet yours again, his frown fading slightly. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

Without answering, you slide your hand down his chest, the sensation giving him goosebumps. The mood shifts as you grind against him, his eyes darkening with interest. You kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, and before you know it, he’s buried inside of you.

[bullet-prooflove]

"Maybe I can drive ya home", with our sweet Juice Ortiz please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @darqchilddaydreamz @librarian1002 @trublu2u @ravennaortiz

Canvas!Series:

Canvas - You've brought so much colour into Juice's life.

Follow Me - Your ex Ronnie realises you have a new boyfriend.

Runaway - Juice comes home to find you absent.

Goodbye - Juice recieves a phone call from you in the middle of the night.

Love Letter (feat: Filip 'Chibs' Telford) - Juice begins to spiral.

Maps - Juice discovers who helped you to disappear.

Come Home - Juice finally lays eyes on you after a year apart.

You’re asleep in the car, your head resting against the window as Nickleback plays on the radio. It’s one of their softer songs, ‘I’d Come For You’, he thinks. It seems appropriate considering he’s now driving you back to Charming from all the way in Neveda.

The scent of you still clings to his skin from your love making, and he recalls that moment when he’d asked you to come home and you’d whispered the word yes against his lips. It’s the first ray of sunshine he’s had in almost a year full of rain.

The sign for Charming comes into view and something in his chest just settles.

“We’re almost there now baby.” He whispers as he turned onto his street. “Almost home.”

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[little-horror-smut]

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Sexy mofo

[ravennaortiz]

Hey

Juice 10,24 please

Thank u

Hey there! Lets see what magic we can cook up with Juice and the prompts 10:Shit. There's only 1 bed and 24:No panties?. As Always 18+. This is a little AU

Out of Sight

Juice was exhausted as he walked the small cabin that the two of you were staying at for a bit under Chibs orders. Jax had led the club to far in to destruction and the bullets you had taken because of it had been the last straw for Chibs. The two of you had been in the car for the better part of two days and wanted nothing more than to shower and sleep in a decent bed. As Juice trudged back to the car eyes blurry from lack of sleep it hit him.

Shit. He thought to himself as he stopped midstride and walked back through the cabin quickly before sighing heavily. Making his way back to the car where you sat waiting for the all clear, he tried to put on a smile. You weren't buying it though. "Whats wrong?" you asked as you stepped out of the car carefully. "There is only one bed" replied Juice as he grabbed your arm to steady you. "You're really bad about being helped as a side note" he added with a laugh. "Not the first time you've said that in the last two days. " you replied as the two of you walked to the cabin with him mostly holding you up.

"I don't get why my uncle is being so....dramatic. This isn't the worst injury I've had nor is it my first bullet wound" you continued. Juice was silent for a moment. While you were not wrong, he also knew like Chibs that Jax had shot you on purpose and he had not been aiming at your leg originally. "He just worries about you. You're the only family he has now" stated Juice as he helped you settle down on the couch before going to get the bags from the car.

***

"Where are you going?" you called sleepily as you turned in the bed as Juice stopped in the doorway with a small blanket and pillow. "Couch to sleep. Duh" he replied with a grin. "Why?" you asked as you watched him. Valid question thought Juice to himself. "Your uncle wants me to protect you not sleep with you" joked Juice making you laugh. "Have you asked him that? " you replied grinning as you caught his unease. "Besides isn't it easier to protect me if your in the same room?" you add as you patted the bed beside you.

"Fine but I'm not happy about this" replied Juice as he made his way over and got in next to you. "Whatever you say" you replied a smile dancing across your face before speaking again. "Wonder if you would change your tune if you knew I only had a tshirt on" you whispered low enough for him to hear. Juice leaned up on his elbow to look at you in the darkness. The two of you had always been close and flirtatious. Juice weighed his options if you were giving him the green light Chibs would probably be okay with this.

"No panties huh?" replied Juice as he moved closer to you as his hand snaked to your hip lightly caressing the fabric of the tshirt making your breath quicken. "Guess you will have to see for yourself" you whispered as you felt his hand move lower toying with the hem of the shirt. "Guess I will" he replied with a grin.

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

oh how I wish they'd kept juice with hair for a little longer.

the fresh out of prison episode (4x01) is a fave of mine anyway, but my god when juicy showed up looking like this?? so so ridiculously handsome I'm feral

that second picture has me giggling and kicking my feet every time

[garbinge]

I lied

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader From these August Prompts:  “You said you'd go with me.” "I lied."

A/N: Me??? A Juice fic??? Idk where this came from, this poor man went through so much in canon that I decided, why don't I put him through some more in fic world???

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of bruises/cuts.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

Your bags were packed with the necessities and your gut was filled with nerve and hope. You began driving to the clubhouse. It was late at night, no one would be there except a couple hang arounds and him. As you pulled into the lot, you saw him leaning against his bike, backpack on and waiting for you. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, things had been so tough lately, you could see it on his face everyday but now that you knew things were about to be new, there was a fresh start on the horizon, you couldn’t help but feel the excitement masked as butterflies as you pulled in. 

“Hey!” You couldn’t contain the elation in your tone. 

Juice looked up, hadn’t even noticed you drove in, the shock was on his face as he snapped out of whatever he was thinking. 

“Hey.” His voice was the complete opposite of yours, low, succumbed. It made every ounce of anticipation in you dissipate within seconds. 

“What’s wrong?” You immediately sped up so you were in front of him, dropping your bag at your feet to lift your hands up to his face. It took more effort than you expected lifting his head up, the weakness wasn’t just displayed on Juice’s face but in his demeanor. Your heart was starting to catch on to things, it was beating rapidly as you took in his attitude, his face. It was littered in bruises and cuts, and despite the purpled and red marks on his face, his soul was the most broken. 

“I’m fine. Just waiting for you.” Juice said after a deep breath and pushing back all his thoughts and managing to put a half-assed smile on.

“I missed you.” You said smiling back and taking his cue and moving to leave a kiss on his lips. “So much.” You pulled away to whisper the next two words against his mouth but Juice was quick to fill the space. His hands moved up to cup your face, there was desperation in it, but not in a wanting you way but in a way that he wanted this to make everything better. He kissed you with purpose but you could tell it was the wrong purpose. 

As you took a breath you rested your head against his and took the opportunity to speak to him. 

“We’ve got plenty of time for this later, c’mon we should hit the road.” Quickly you grabbed his hand and bent down to grab your bag and pull him to your SUV. “You can load your bike in the trunk, there's room. I don’t know if you wanna stop by your place and pick up anything more but I left all my stuff, figured my landlord will repurpose it after I default on the rent.” You chuckled. 

As you began to walk you noticed Juice wasn’t moving, he was back to looking at the ground and as you took one more step your conjoined hands fell. 

“Juice, c’mon.” You said once which earned you a glance from him and when you repeated it, a part of you knew what was about to happen so you raised your voice in a way that was practically begging him. Begging him not to do this. To just come with you. 

“We’re not going.” Juice’s voice was barely audible and the silence between both of you became the loudest thing in the air. 

“What?” You questioned after you realized you weren’t going to be able to wrap your mind around it. 

“We’re not going.” He had managed to sit up straight now and tell you with full volume now. 

You stared at him before speaking up. “You said you’d go with me.” Your voice also at a whisper. “I lied.”

Those words cut you deeper than anything else he could have said. The space between both of you felt like two magnets repelling against each other. There was a choice you had to make at that moment and it only took seconds for you to decide. Maybe you’d regret it, or maybe he would. But either way your choice was made. 

“No, you’re not going. I’m going. You’re an idiot to stay here, Juice. You’re choosing that,” you pointed to his face, “over starting new?” There was so much more to what you meant. Juice was choosing a life of violence, of deterioration, of constant heartbreak over a life of love, of growth, of happiness. There was no convincing him, if the actions you showed him were no match for the actions the club showed him, your words would mean nothing. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” Just like that he was back to the boy who had begged you to go with him, begged you to stay with him through this shit. None of it mattered. None of it ever mattered. 

“This is it, Juice. Either you come with me, or we’re done.”  You stepped back, that magnet repulsion still in high effect. 

That was it. It had been 3 years since that night, since you saw Juice. You didn’t exactly leave Charming, but you did make it a point to avoid any sign, trace, or mention of the club. It helped that you lived on the outskirts and decided to do all your errands in Morada. It proved to be successful, until today. 

As you walked around the convenient store, eyes on the shelves you bumped into someone, the apologies came pouring out from your mouth as you gathered the things that fell on the ground. 

“No, sorry, that was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” There was slight humor in the tone of the voice you knew so well that your heart stopped while you looked up at him, all the misstrewn groceries in your arms now as you stood up. Both of you staring at each other as the realization hit. 

He looked different. His hair was grown out, he had a mustache, a beard. Out of instinct, your eyes moved down to see he wasn’t wearing the kutte. I didn’t necessarily mean he was out of the club, but it did make your mind wander. 

“Hey.” His voice softened and he looked down at the groceries in your hand realizing what you had was mixed in with his items. “Uh, sorry.” He smiled in a way that melted you and pointed to something in your hand. “That’s mine.” 

You looked down to see his favorite snack nuzzled in between your groceries. “Oh.” You laughed back and adjusted your grip so you could hand him the bag. “Still love the honey barbeque twists.” You joked as your hands touched and you both pulled away instantly. 

“How are you?” Both of you spoke at the same time and laughed awkwardly. Juice pointed to you wanting you to speak first.

“I’m good. Y’know. Livin’ the dream.” You laughed awkwardly again. “You?” 

“Yea I’m good, just traveling back home.” He nodded. 

“No kutte.” You couldn’t help yourself as you brought up the lack of apparel. 

Juice was confused and looked down. “Oh, yea the trip was lowkey, just me and–” 

“Me.” Jax’s voice was smug as ever and it made you turn your attention to see him smiling and going to pull you into a hug. “Long time no see.” 

“Yea, been a minute.” You felt very uncomfortable but were going to see this through. 

“I’ll let you two catch up, I’ll be out by the bikes.” Jax smirked at Juice and winked at you before squeezing your shoulder as a goodbye. 

“Glad to see you two worked your shit out.” You said to Juice as Jax left the store. 

“Oh, yea, it's gotten better.” Juice tensed up and you could clock that shit from a mile away still.  

“Well, I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you.” Was it a lie? Was it the truth? You weren’t sure, but it was the polite thing to say. Juice agreed and stepped to the side to let you start walking down the aisle near check out. As you reached the end of the aisle about to turn down the next he spoke up causing you to turn to look at him. 

“I thought you left town? That night, you said you were gonna leave, I thought you left.” 

You could tell he was trying to wrap his head around this, seeing you. You knew he likely spent late nights awake thinking about it, about you, he might have looked different but he was the same Juice that you left in the Sons lot all those years ago. Which is why you didn’t want to leave anymore hope there, for either of you. You could see the hope in his eyes, that you were back, that maybe you could see eachother again, that you came back for him. All of that let you decide to break both of your hearts all over again by repeating the two words that determined both of your fates 3 years ago and keep walking away. 

“I lied.” 

[redwood-orginals]

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[shyanddreamy]

A beautiful soul

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: By the way his sad eyes looked at you, you knew he was lying. Something big was happening. Something awful. And even though he wasn't asking for your help, you couldn't help but feel that you had to do something.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, attempted suicide, drug use.

Author´s note: I can't deny it. I love this man too much. And the one shot is a bit long, so it's going to be in two parts, but I hope u all enjoy it <3

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Since everything was clean and tidy, you had nothing else to do for the moment. You thought it could be a good time to put some music and take a beer, but a loud noise coming from the bathroom startled you. Probably that bath had seen horrible things, but it wasn’t one of that kind of noises. And you knew who was inside. He had caught your attention by passing so fast some minutes ago he didn’t even bother to say hello. You thought he could be in a hurry to use the toilet, but perhaps it was something worse. As you walked towards the bathroom door, you heard another thump.

“Juice? Are you good?”, you asked after knocking softly.

It took him a few seconds, but he ended up answering.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

But he didn’t sound credible at all. You waited out there trying to identify what was going on inside, and even though you were aware that it might be a bad idea, you brought you hand to the handle, realising he hadn’t locked the door. So, slowly, you opened it. Once you made sure that the boy hadn’t his trousers down his knees, you raised your voice again.

“Hey. Are you feeling well, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I do”, he quickly answered. Juice instantly rubbed his face, but it wasn’t enough to hide his watery eyes. And he knew you had noticed it. “I’m okay. I promise. I just need…”

His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, so he shook his head and sat down on the toilet avoiding your gaze.

“I just need to be alone. Just close the door, please”, he added, but you didn’t do exactly what he was asking.

You did close the door, but with you inside the bath. And then, you took a sit on the floor, next to his feet, and put your hand up to his knee.

“Hey. Look at me, Juicy, please”, you asked him tenderly. It took him some seconds to calm himself down, but when he did it, you could see how sad he looked. “It isn’t good to be alone when you feel like shit. And even if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m a good company.”

“Okay. Thanks”, he muttered with a slight smile on his face that made him look even sadder. “I’m good. I just needed to breath.”

“So, do it with me. Breath.”

Juice closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out moments later.

“Good. Again”, you told him.

You spent some minutes like that. Juice was breathing while you were caressing his leg tenderly. And by the time he opened his eyes again, he actually seemed calmer.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Why don’t you wash your face and come outside?”, you suggested him. “There isn’t much work on the garage, so we could have a beer.”

“I’d like that.”

You spent a few hours talking calmly in the counter bar. It was obvious that something was still troubling Juice, but he got better as time went on. You tried to carry on a light and funny conversation, feeling a warm sensation every time you got a smile from him. And when his brothers arrived at the clubhouse, they joined you.

You loved those guys more than anything. They were your family, all that you had. And the moments when you were in the clubhouse drinking and smoking all together were mostly the best part of the day. That meant they were still alive for another day, and it was all that mattered to you. Nevertheless, they had been busier than usual lately. Obviously, it was due to club business you weren’t allow to know, but after so many years with them, you were more than used to their laws. It was fine, anyway. You listened to whatever they wanted to tell you willingly and didn’t ask questions when they preferred to remain silent. You tried not to get overly involved, but there were occasions when you knew they needed you to intervene, even if they didn’t ask for your help. And, right now, Juice was one of those occasions.

“Do you want to go for a ride?”, you asked Juice while picking up the empty beer bottles. His brothers had already left except for Chibs and Bobby, who were finishing a cigarette before heading home too.

“There’s somewhere you need to go?”

“Not really”, you answered. “I just felt like a night ride.”

“Yeah. Okay”, he nodded. “I’m a bit tired, but it could be nice.”

“Great.”

“That’s how young people say they want to bang nowadays?”, you heard Bobby saying. Nor had he made any effort to lower his voice.

Chibs laughed, as well as Juice, while you two were already walking towards the door.

“You’d be dying to know, wouldn’t you, Bobby?”, you added before winking at him. “Drive home safe, old men.”

“We’ll do”, Chibs responded. “Hope you do too, darling.”

You got on Juice’s bike behind him and once he started, you gave him directions on which way to go. You get out Charming and drove for a little more before you told Juice to stop on a side of the road.

“Why have you brought me here?”, Juice asked as nothing remarkable was around you.

“It’s quiet. And the sky is beautiful without the city lights”, you told him. Juice just leaned on the bike next to you and looked up at the sky realizing that the shining stars were actually a great view. “When I’m not in the mood, I like to come here. Gives me peace”.

He understood what you were referring to, so he decided to just stare at the stars.

“Thanks”, he suddenly muttered. “Not for this. I mean, not only for this. This is really nice too, I promise, but I meant to what happened this afternoon. In the bathroom. And for not telling the boys.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want them to know.”

“You were right”, he nodded. “But you don’t have to worry about anything, Y/N. I’m good. Like, really good. I swear.”

Juice tried to sound credible, but you didn’t believe him at all.

“I still remember when you were a prospect. It was few after I started hanging up with the club”, you told him. “The boys were hard on you, as they always do with prospects, but you always had a wide smile on your face no matter what.”

As you said so, Juice couldn’t help but smile.

“That is. That smile”, you added. “You were so fucking adorable. You still are.”

“C’mon, shut up”, he said while tapping your shoulder with his gently. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“But it’s the truth. You were so cute, but also a bit foolish. That one still after being patched”, you continued. “Do you remember the accident with Tig and the Doberman?”

“How could I forget? I could never forget it, as well as Tig”, he joked.

“It was a big mistake. Hilarious, but dangerous”, you assured him. “But still, the club loved you since day one. And they still love you so much. Even if they’re a bit mean sometimes, they’d do anything for you. You are one of them. You’re their brother. And if you ever need to talk to them, for whatever the reason is, they will listen to you.”

When you stopped looking at the sky to look at Juice, you noticed a few tears down his cheeks. He had started crying in silence at some point. And you felt your heart breaking at the sight of it.

“Come here, baby.”

When you hugged him, Juice returned the embrace needily. You felt his arms around your body tightly, and since he had his head hidden in your neck, his tears were wetting your skin. His cry was almost frantic, so you did your best caressing his nape and his back.

“It’s okay, Juicy. Let it all out. Everything’s going to be alright.”

*

“Do you want some coffee?”, you asked Chibs the moment he crossed the workshop’s door.

“Please”, he answered, so you served him a cup of warm coffee. “Thanks, love.”

“How’s your day going?”

“Good. Quiet”, he said. “Yours?”

“Quiet, too.”

“That’s good”.

Chibs took a cigarette and offered one to you. It might seem a bit boring to have a day like that, but it was on the contrary. Those days were great because you didn’t have to worry at all about if the boys would come back home safe and sound. And those days weren’t too usual.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“About what?”, Chibs answered, frowned.

“Juice.”

“I don’t want to talk about the kid’s sex life.”

“It’s not like that, asshole”, you told him while trying to hold back a smile. “What I was going to ask was if you had noticed something strange with Juice.”

“Strange?”

“Yeah. Like, I dunno, weird.”

“I’m not following you, lass.”

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly released the smoke. You knew you shouldn’t be having this conversation, but you needed to. You just had to try to be subtle.

“I saw him a bit blue yesterday. That’s all.”

Chibs kept his frown for a few seconds more before shrugging his shoulders and taking a sip of his coffee.

“It may be just club’s business. You know how the kiddo is. Sometimes he’s too sensitive for his own good. But he’ll get over it”, the Scottish briefly explained to you. It was a pity that you were sure that what was happening to Juice was more serious than that. “Anyway, I saw him well last night. You should be near him more often. You really do good to him.”

“Are you talking about me, brother?”, Tig’s voice interrupted your conversation. “Because Y/N really does so much good to me. Mainly if she’s naked on my bed. That’s so fucking good.”

“That only happens in your dreams, Tiggy.”

“I know. And those are my best dreams.”

Unlike most croweaters, you hadn’t slept with each and every one of the Sons. You had hooked up with some members from other charters as Happy, and also a few times with Chibs, but it was years ago, and you just did it because you really felt like it. But you had already seen them too many times passed out, throwing up or even bleeding to death, so it was different now. And you cared too much about them to be thinking about meaningless sex.

“We were talking about Juice”, Chibs told him.

“Yeah? And you know where that fucker is?”, Tig asked. “He has not turned up at his workplace. I mean, business’ workplace. And he should be here to do his shift at the garage, but it looks like he’s going to skip that too.”

Chibs’ eyes were on you, and consequently Tig’s too.

“I don’t know where he is”, you answered without even needing to be asked. “Last time I saw him was when he drove me home yesterday.”

“Maybe he’s sick”, Chibs suggested. But by the way he looked at you, you knew he was thinking about your previous conversation. It was strange that he didn’t show up all day without a single explanation. “You should go and check on him.”

“I have to do some shopping for the clubhouse, but I can drop by his house in the evening.”

“Good. Need some help?”

“Nah. I’ve got it.”

“When are you gonna come to my place and check on me?”, Tig asked, as whenever he had the opportunity to suggest anything sexual.

“Keep dreaming, Tiggy.”

*

It was already dark when you were knocking on Juice’s door. He didn’t answer, but you knew he was in there because there was light. You knocked harder and still nothing, so you started to worry. Maybe Chibs was right and he was sick, like very sick. Or maybe it was his other problems for which he had been crying on your shoulder for at least twenty minutes last night. Luckily, the door was unlocked when you tried to open it. Unfortunately, what you found inside gave you the chills.

In the living room, on the coffee table, there was an empty pill bag. There were only two left. And Juice was lying on the sofa apparently unconscious.

“Fuck”, you barely mumbled before running to the sofa.

You tapped his face repeatedly while calling out his name. Having no result, you shook his chest insistently.

“For fuck’s shake, c’mon Juice. You can’t do this to me!”

When a kind of sound, which formed no words and made no sense, escaped from his mouth, you felt hardly relieved. He was still there, but the situation looked pretty bad. Without any other option, you turned him on his side and stuck two fingers on his throat. Moments later, he threw up.

“That’s it, babe. That’s good”, you encouraged him while keeping your fingers on his mouth. You continued like that until you thought all the pills were out of his stomach. Only then, you allowed him to lay on the sofa again. “C’mon Juice. You have to talk to me.”

He was barely opening his eyes and trying to mutter something, but you couldn’t understand a single world. As a few more seconds passed, he slightly started recovering his conscious.

“Good. I’m good”, he finally said.

“Of course you are, baby. You’ll be good”, you answered him. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay? C’mon, we have to get you up.”

You put one of his arms around your shoulders and made an effort to pull you both to your feet. He wasn’t helping at all, but you couldn’t let the two of you fall. So, slowly and making sure of every step before you took it, you made your way towards the bathroom.

“How are you so damn heavy?”, you asked more to yourself than to him. At least, his legs worked well enough that you didn’t have to drag him all the way down.

Once you reached the bathroom, you sat him down on the toilet making sure he didn’t fall forward. The best thing to do would be to put him directly in the shower, but it could be dangerous as you couldn’t handle him easily, so he could slip and fall. Instead, you opened the tap to wet his face, his head, and his nape with your own hands. His t-shirt was stained with vomit, so you took it off too. The cool water seemed to work to wake him up a little more.

“I’m good”, he repeated. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise. Just stay with me, okay?”, you asked him while cradling his face in an attempt to get him to look at you. “Have you taken anything else? Other drugs? Booze?”

“Don’t know. Beers. Pills.”

Although he was much better than a few minutes before, he slurred the words, and you weren’t sure if he really knew it was you with him. Tomorrow morning, he would probably remember little or nothing at all.

“Why did you do that? You wanted to overdose? Was it an accident?”

“Was sad. And scared”, he muttered. “They won’t forgive me. He’s black. And he won’t stop pushing me.”

As you noticed he was starting to cry, you rushed to end the conversation.

“It’s alright, baby, don’t talk more”, you asked him softly. “You need to sleep, okay? And tomorrow you’ll be better. I promise you.”

With his arm around your shoulders again, you left the bathroom to go to what you thought was his bedroom and carefully laid him down on the bed. Then you took off his boots and, after a few more seconds of thought, his trousers too. It was just for his own comfort, and he didn’t complain at all.

“I thought the first time I saw you like that would be under different circumstances”, you muttered before covering him with the sheets. By then, he was almost asleep. However, you still had things to do.

Juice had scared you to death, but you were glad he was better now. You washed your face and put your hair in a bun before going back to the living room. There was vomit on the floor and on the sofa, which had to be cleaned up. It was awful and the smell was disgusting, but it was what you had to do.

Almost half an hour later, when all was done, you went back to Juice’s dorm once again to make sure he was well. Seeing him sleeping peacefully made you smile. You didn’t want to leave the house in case he needed anything else, but it felt wrong to lay on the bed next to him without being invited to. You finally decided to sit down on the floor next to the bed. After making yourself as comfortable as possible in that position, you took your eyes to him and caressed his arm tenderly. If you were lucky enough, you could fall asleep for a few hours.

*

When Juice appeared in the kitchen the next morning, you were already there making breakfast.

“Good morning”, he said, shyly.

“Good morning”, you answered. “How are you feeling?”

“My head aches.”

“You have an aspirin on the table. Next to the coffee”, you told him. He took a sit on the chair and seconds later you put a plate of scramble eggs in front of him. “You should eat something.”

He did as you said after taking the pill with a sip of coffee. And with another cup of coffee, you sat down next to him.

“Do you remember something about last night?”

“Something”, he muttered. “I just knew you were here because I saw your shirt on my bedroom.”

“I had puke on mine, so I took one of yours from your closet. Sorry for opening it without permission.”

“It’s fine.”

“We should talk.”

“Can you first tell me what happened?”

“You OD’d”, you answered. “I found you unconscious on the sofa. Made you throw up, cleaned you, and took you to bed.”

“Did I… Did I say anything?”

“Something. That’s why we should talk”, you nodded, but Juice didn’t seem very convinced. “You OD’d on purpose, Juice. You fucking scared me to death. I need to know what’s happening.”

“I don’t…”

“You can trust in me”, you interrupted him, putting your hand over his kindly. “Please, Juice. Trust in me.”

“But you can’t tell the club. Under no circumstances.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

It took him a couple of minutes and a few sighs, but he finally got up the courage to speak.

“The sheriff has found something in my profile. He’s threatening me with it”, he confessed.

“What it is?”

“My dad. He’s black”, he said, making a great effort not to burst into tears. “If the club find out about this, I’m out. Blacks are not allowed in the Sons. And I can’t lose them. They are everything I have. The kutt is all I have.”

Now, the three sentences he had said last night before almost start crying had sense.

“But you didn’t know he was black.”

“They won’t care. The truth is what it is, and I can’t let them know it.”

“Have you told anything to him?”

“Whom?”

“The sheriff.”

“No. Not yet”, Juice answered.

“Have you done anything for him?”, you asked him.

“No”, he denied. “He arrested me yesterday. He’s been pushing me so fucking hard. When he finally let me go, I came here, and I couldn’t… I didn’t know what to do. Just wanted everything to stop.”

You pressed the bridge of your nose for a few moments as you tried to ignore the pain in your heart. It was a fucked-up situation, but you couldn’t let the emotions out. It wasn’t the right moment.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay?”, you assured him while taking his hands with yours tightly. “But you can’t tell the sheriff shit, you hear me? Don’t tell him anything. No matter how hard he pushes you, you keep your mouth shut. You have to hold on a little longer.”

Juice pursed his lips but ended up nodding anyway.

“Okay. I’ll do it. I can do it.”

“Of course you can. I know you can.”

“I don’t know how to thank you for everything you are doing for me, Y/N”, he sadly said. “I’m full of shit and you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Just don’t OD again. That’ll be enough”, you told him with a slight smile.

“I can do it too. For you.”

Juice finished his breakfast before going to take a shower. And barely forty minutes later, you both went to the TM. As soon as Juice parked the bike, all eyes were on you. You had agreed that, if they asked, Juice would tell them that he was very sick to his stomach. You would tell that you had gone to his house to check on him and spent the night there due to his illness. And after that conversation with his brothers, not without first scolding Juice for not telling them yesterday what was wrong with him, everything went back to normal.

You were all day around the clubhouse and the workshop as always, but your head was somewhere else. Juice could break down at any moment, so you have to find a solution as soon as possible. Things could get very ugly if Juice talked to the sheriff.

In the afternoon, some boys were in the garage while others had gone to do some club’s shit, including Juice. When you approached Chibs and asked him to talk in private, he frowned, but followed you anyway to one of the dorms.

“You know that I love you all so fucking much, right?”, you asked him.

“Of course I know, darling.”

“And you know that I only want what’s best for the club, right?”

“What’s going on?”

You had sworn hours before that you wouldn’t do exactly what you were going to do right now, but you couldn’t do anything else. You hadn’t more time to think and it was the only thing that could work. With each passing day, the danger of Juice doing something he shouldn't was growing.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it’s all I can do.”, you told him. “Just, please, listen to me.”

“Whatever it is, speak up”, he said. Chibs hated to beat around the bush.

“Okay. Here we go”, you sighed.

*

When Juice arrived at the clubhouse, he had hardly stopped his bike when Chibs told him to accompany him to the garage. Juice had a small, carefree smile on his face, but as soon as he saw you waiting in the garage too, it faded slowly. Chibs went in after Juice and pulled the shutter. The door that connected the workshop with the clubhouse was already closed.

Juice gave you an accusatory, hurt look, as he already knew that you had betrayed him. You heart ached, but you remained impassive.

“So, you have been talking to the sheriff. Talking about your black daddy”, Chibs remarked deadly serious after standing in front of Juice, who immediately looked at you again. “No, don’t look at her. I’m the one who’s talking to you.”

“I didn’t…”, Juice tried to speak, but Chibs didn’t give him the opportunity.

“Shut the fuck up”, he ordered, and Juice obeyed. “You overdosed yourself last night as a coward because the sheriff was threatening you. Probably with ratting us out.”

You noticed Juice’s eyes watery, and you felt the urge to intervene, but you couldn’t. Chibs had allowed you to stay on the condition that you did not interrupt him while he was speaking.

“I’m sorry”, Juice mumbled. “I’m so sorry, brother.”

“What does your paperwork say?”, Chibs asked him, but Juice just shook his head without understanding the question. “Your birth certificate. Under race. What box is checked.”

Juice frowned and cleaned the tear that had escaped down his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Hispanic.”

“So, that’s what you are”, Chibs said. “Half of us don’t know who the hell our fathers are. The paperwork is the only thing that counts.”

As Juice opened his eyes in realization, more tears fell from his eyes. He was smiling but also crying. He looked so happy and so sad at the same time.

“You really tried to OD yourself for this”, Chibs muttered as if still finding it hard to believe.

“I haven’t told him anything. I swear.”

“I know, brother. I know”, Chibs nodded. “And next time you see the sheriff, you tell him he can go and suck your daddy’s big black cock.”

Listening to Juice laughing was almost healing for you after everything had happened. Chibs wanted to scare the kid a bit because he couldn’t be trying to kill himself every time a pig threatened him, but he wanted as much as you to help Juice and make sure he was well.

“He can’t do a goddamn thing against you with that, yeah?”

“Yeah”, Juice answered after sniffling.

The moment Chibs pulled him in for a hug, Juice reciprocated without hesitation. He wasn’t crying anymore, but it was obvious that he needed such a gesture of affection from his brother. And you knew you could rely on Chibs for this. Your intuition had been right in believing that talking to the Scottish would be the right thing to do, but nothing would change the fact that you had betrayed Juice. He had trusted on you to tell you his deepest secret and you had failed to him. And knowing that you couldn’t bear it if Juice threw it in your face after finishing his conversation with Chibs, you decided to cross the door and leave in silence.

Part 2→

[titobitex]

thinking about these fuckers for the past month

[coolihatemakingpasswords]

Does anyone remember this one Happy Lowman fanfic where they meet this prison nurse with piercing blue eyes and it’s later revealed she has autism?

I’ve been trying to find it again, but it’s not anywhere. If anyone knows where it is I would love the link for it. It goes like this:

He protects her during a prison riot and than she goes to his moms and becomes a live in nurse for her. After he comes out they end up living together and becoming a couple and he actually tries to understand her autism and accommodate it. At one point her older sister has her committed, but the club is able to get her out by showing a marriage license between the two and she even makes a friend from the hospital. It does have that trope where she’s the only one that can get him to calm down.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Safe - Juice Ortiz x Reader (Daughter!Reader x Dad!Happy Lowman)

Request:

A/N: I hope you enjoy anon! I'm sorry this ended up being more Reader x Happy (daughter/father) than Juice x Reader. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 if anyone is interested. Also, lets say that reader is early 20s and Happy was like 15 when she was conceived otherwise I feel like the age gaps would get a little inappropriate.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, swearing, mentions of killing and violence

Word Count: 1984 words

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you panted, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each inhale and exhale. Sitting up, you leaned onto one side, resting your weight on your elbow on the bed as you looked down at Juice. He was puffing like you, a satiated smile spreading across his face as he let his eyes roam down the length of your body hungrily. You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh, dragging the top sheet up from the end of the bed and draping it over your clammy skin. "No, no, no," Juice tutted, ripping the sheet away from you. "Don't hide from me now." He gently nudged you back down, leaning over you and grazing his teeth against the soft skin of the top of your breast.

You gasped lightly, trembling as his hands began to map the warm skin of your torso. "Juice," mumbled as he kissed your exposed chest, slowly making his way towards your peaked nipple. "Hmmm?" he hummed against your skin, drawing a shuddered breath out of you. "We gotta get up," you pushed him off you gently and he groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically and throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them. "Don't wanna," he pouted. You laughed and leaned over, pressing your mouth against his. "You need to get to TM and I told Jax I would watch Abel today, since Gemma isn't up for it and Tara is working."

Juice groaned again. "Do you think bikers can take sick days?" he asked. You just laughed, standing up and grabbing both of your towels from where they hung on the back of your bedroom door. You threw them at him, staring hungrily at his naked form as he made his way to your ensuite. "Your dad has really been giving me shit lately, it's almost like he knows somethings going on," he said. Your stomach soured, any inkling of arousal now completely extinguished. "I really don’t appreciate you bringing up my father after what we've just been doing," you grated out. Juice only laughed, disappearing into your bathroom and turning the shower on.

You pulled on your dressing gown and made your way to your kitchen, switching the electric kettle on and grabbing two mugs out of the cupboard. The low rumble of a motorcycle engine made you pause, tilting your head to the side as you listened. The noise got closer, and suddenly your pulse began to sprint as the bike audibly slowed down out the front of your house. You rushed to the front door, peaking through the curtained window to the side of it. "Shit," you cursed as you watched Happy Lowman swing himself off his bike, undoing his helmet. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," you whispered in a panic, running to your bathroom.

You dragged the shower curtain open quickly, making Juice jump. "Jesus Christ, sweetheart, couldn't wait to get in here huh?" he wiggled his eyebrows seductively. "Juice, baby, I need you to be quiet, ok," you said, waving your hand at him to get him to shut up. His brow furrowed in confusion. "It's funny that you mentioned my dad…" you trailed off. Juice's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?!" he asked. You held a finger to your lips as you heard your front door open. "Ok, keep quiet and let me get rid of him."

"'Ey kid, you here?" Happy called out. You left the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and making your way out to where your father stood. You ran a hand over your hair and pulled your dressing gown closer to your body as you walked towards him. "Hey dad, not like you to swing by this early," you smiled, trying to act calm while your heart thundered in your chest. Happy looked you up and down, a scowl on his face. Hiding things from your dad was damn near impossible, and when you did you felt extremely guilty for it. But with your situation with Juice, you had no choice. There was no way he would allow it, and you didn’t want Juice to end up as another tattoo on your fathers stomach.

"You don't want me here?" he grunted, flicking the toothpick in his mouth from side to side. You laughed awkwardly, resting your fists on your hips as you shook your head. "What? No! Of course I want you here, I just… wasn't expecting you that's all," you rambled, motioning to the kitchen. "Otherwise I would of made you some breakfast." Happy's eyes drifted to the kitchen, landing on the two mugs you had left out. You swallowed, your smile faltering. "Looks like you were expecting someone," he scowled. You nodded slowly. "Yeah, I mean, I heard your bike coming so… I thought you might want a coffee or something," you smiled. "But you came from your bedroom?" he asked. You huffed out a frustrated laugh. "Geez, what's with the interrogation?"

Happy only tilted his head, crossing his arms as his mouth pulled into a grumpy frown. "I was running to turn the shower off," you explained. Happy shook his head. You could feel your lies unravelling at the seams, your stomach beginning to feel queasy. "Shower's still on," he prodded. You swallowed thickly, nodding. "I know, I'll go turn it off now," you turned on your heel and began to walk away. "Why is Juice's bike out the front?" he asked. You froze immediately, cold washing over you from head to toe. Slowly you turned, meeting your fathers eyes. "Is it?" you asked, your voice a higher octave. "Maybe he knows the neighbours or something," you tried to shrug nonchalantly, scrabbling to hold onto your last efforts to keep your secret.

"Wrong," was all you father said before he brushed past you, heading into your room. You spun after him, grasping his arm in an attempt to stop him from going any further. "Wait, no wait, dad please I can explain," you pleaded as he shrugged out of your grip. He opened your bedroom door and froze when he saw Juice's cut and clothes folded neatly on the armchair in the corner of your room. Happy turned to you, his face now in an angry grimace. "Don't hurt him," you begged, your voice a hoarse whisper. Happy just kept moving, pulling open the bathroom door and ripping the shower curtain to the side. Juice yelped, covering his groin, his eyes bouncing between you and Happy frantically. "Oh, hey Hap," he said awkwardly, a scared smile on his face. "Fancy seeing you here?"

"Get dressed," Happy barked. "And get to the clubhouse. Now. Before I do something to make you both cry." He pulled the curtain shut and spun to face you. "Living room, now," he growled. "I think there's some things you need to tell me." You nodded, your eyes downcast, unable to meet his stare. Happy left the room and you followed miserably, your heart feeling ready to fracture. No doubt this was the end of you and Juice, there was no way in hell Happy would let you keep seeing him, especially after you had lied about it. Despite being a legal adult, you still never wanted to do things to disappoint your father. Even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness. That and you wanted to prevent the amount of dead bodies piling up in the San Joaquin area.

You slowly sat down on the couch, the backs of your eyes stinging and a lump forming in your throat. You tried to squash the sensations, knowing Happy wouldn’t have any sympathy for tears at this moment. You heard your bedroom door open as Juice stepped out, now fulling clothed, doing his cut up. He stopped when he saw you sitting on the couch, your hands folded in your lap timidly, your eyes brimming silver with unshed tears. He glanced between you and Happy, and for a second you were sure he was going to make his way to you , perhaps comfort you. But instead he turned, and made his way to the front door. It wasn't until the door had closed and you heard his bike start up and pull away that Happy spoke.

"You keepin' shit from me now?" he asked. You shrugged, picking at one of your nails. "You would never have allowed it," you sniffed, blinking the tears away. "Allowed what?" Happy prompted. You looked up at him, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You motioned your head towards the front door that Juice had left through. "Juice and I…" you leant back into the cushions of the couch. "And what are you?" Happy asked. Your brows pulled together. "What?" you questioned. "You and Juice," Happy grated. "What are you?" You scoffed and shook your head. "You really want me to explain?" you choked out. Happy shook his head. "You his Old Lady, or what?" he pressed.

Your mouth pressed into a line, and you shook your head. "No, it's not like that it's just… casual," you said. Happy's face turned bitter. "What, so you would be ok with it if I was his Old Lady?" you asked, confused and a little hopeful. It was your fathers turn to shrug. "Just don’t want you being treated like some croweater," he admitted. You sat up straighter, shaking your head. "He doesn’t treat me like that dad," you said, holding a hand up when Happy tried to cut you off. "Seriously, he's so sweet. The sweetest. And kind and generous, and thoughtful. He's funny and understanding and-" "Alright alright, I get it," Happy cut you off. "I feel safe with him," you admitted. "There's not many people I can say that about."

Happy knew you were right. Since you were young it had been you and him. Your mom had split and even though he had his mom and aunt to help out when you were younger, you two had basically been joined at the hip. He had been there for every bumped head, scraped knee, fractured bone and broken heart since you had entered this world. He was your safe place to land, and to hear you admit that someone else made you feel that way too - although in an obviously different way - had him feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he didn’t want to share you. Wanted to hide you from the world and not let anyone ever know about you. But on the other hand, you weren't his little girl anymore. At least not physically. You were all grown up, and to know that someone other than him made you feel safe, well… who was he to stand in your way.

Slowly he nodded his head. "Gonna take me a while to be really ok with it," he said. "But I ain't gonna stop you from doing what you want. Or being with who you want. Especially if he makes you happy." You stood abruptly from the couch, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Wait, what?" you sputtered. "If he makes you happy then I don’t see why I should stop… whatever it is you’re doing," he gestured vaguely. You grinned and raced over to your father, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly. He gripped you back, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "But if he hurts you, then he's gotta die. Like a lot," he vowed. You rolled your eyes and pulled away. "Yeah, yeah, drama queen," you pushed Happy away. "Gonna go talk to him," Happy said, moving towards the front door. "Wait, wait, what? No, what?" you blabbed, following him. "Gotta make sure he knows what'll happen if he fucks this up," he explained. "You're not gonna hurt him are you?" you asked. Happy smiled dryly. "Don't worry. I'll leave his pretty face alone."

[sad-trash-hobo]

I'll actually never be over the fact that Juice really ratted on the club and ruined his life just because he thought the club would out him for having a dad who was black. And by the time he finally told someone about it, it was too late and he'd already given the cops real dirt and real blackmail and killed a brother. This shit pisses me off so much

[bullet-prooflove]

Love Letter: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader

Tagging: @stydiaswish @goosterroose @darqchilddaydreamz @librarian1002 @redpool @kmc1989 @trublu2u @fleureeee @yezzyyae @jeybae @@hatersaremymotivators @ravennaortiz @courtney-elizabeth93

References to:

Safe - Chibs patches you up after a bad night.

Gunpowder & Lead - Chibs searches for you in the aftermath of Safe.

Home - Chibs decides to take you home. - Companion piece to Safe and Gunpowder & Lead

By the time your letter arrives in the mail Juice has already gone completely off the rails. He spends his nights partying, drinking himself into oblivion and taking a concoction of drugs that even Tig wouldn’t have touched during his wild years.

When he’s not at the clubhouse getting fucked, he’s doing his own fucking back at Diosa. He’s slept with countless women over the past couple of months and none of them get the memory of you out of his head.

It's not your absence that kills him, although that’s part of it. It’s the guilt. He’s the one that put you back on your husband’s radar, the one that insisted you submit that painting into the competition, the one who’d encouraged you to have your picture taken with it.

He recognises your handwriting as soon as he finds the envelop in his mailbox. His thumb chases over the cursive loops before he tucks it underneathe the stack of motorcycle magazines on the coffee table. He knows it’s just a rehash of the phone conversation you had. He can’t stand to go through it again, but he also can’t bring himself to throw it away.

It’s Chibs that finds the letter.

He knows what a man in crisis looks like and he can see that Juice is starting to circle the drain. How it happens doesn’t matter, OD, bar fight, liver failure, the point is it’s doing to happen, and Chibs can’t stand the thought of it.

When he drags Juice home from the clubhouse that night and puts him to bed, he surveys the mess with a sigh. There’s empty beer bottles and take away containers all over the place. A dozen of empty mugs he’s been using as ashtrays. The kid Chibs knows is practically OCD to the point of making sure the tins in his cupboard face the right way, the mess is a sure sign that Juice is struggling.

It's when he starts cleaning up that he comes across the envelop. He tears it open because at this point, he’s looking for some insight because Juice hasn’t been forthcoming. He knows you’ve left but as to the circumstances, the younger man refuses to talk about it.

It’s as he reads the letter than he understands what happened. It’s an echo of his own past, of the night Evelyn turned up at his door with bruises on her face because her divorce had gone through, and her ex had turned up at the house that night.

The difference between you and Evelyn…

She knew she couldn’t outrun that monster, so she’d taken matters into her own hands. She’d been prepared to go to prison for it until he’d stepped in.

You…

You didn’t have it in you. Evelyn was tempered steel underneathe all that silk and litigation. You’re all heart, soft and artistic, the perfect partner for someone like Juice. Chibs sighs before he lays out the letter on the coffee table. Juice needs to read this, he needs to know that it isn’t his fault, that you don’t blame him for what happened because that’s what’s fuelling his self-destructiveness, the guilt of it all.

When the younger man wakes up the next morning, he doesn’t expect to find Chib’s in his kitchen. His head is pounding and there’s that agony in his chest, the one he wakes up with every single morning.

“Sit.” Chibs says, pushing a fresh mug of coffee towards Juice.

Even in his most rebellious moments, he still respects his president. He does as he’s told, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug before bowing his head and staring into the dark liquid.

“You need to read this.” Chibs says, setting the letter down in front of the younger man. He sees Juice’s gaze flicker up to study the writing before his lips purse together grimly.

“No.” He says shaking his head, shoving the letter away from him.

“Lad…” Chibs says firmly before using his fingertips to slide the letter back. “Read it.”

It takes Juice almost five minutes to get through it, because he finds himself re-reading parts of it over and over again, trying to absorb the words, to believe them.

It’s not your fault.

I still love you.

I’ll always love you.

It’s like a dam breaks inside of him and all of that emotion he’s been repressing, it comes rushing to the surface like a flood. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that leak down his cheeks but not before one falls onto the letter, staining the ink that’s embedded in the paper.

“I thought it was my fault.” He finds himself saying as he sets the letter back down on the table.

“No.” Chibs says, meeting Juice’s gaze. He’s been there himself; he knows the toll that something like this takes on your soul, how it can ravage you, eat you from the inside out.  “None of this is your fault.”

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Happy #1

Happy was sitting at his adopted daughters kitchen table at 6am when he heard voices and laughing. Perplexed as his daughter lived alone quickly turned into anger as his daughter and one of his MC Brothers stumbled into the kitchen kissing.

"Dad" stated his daughter as her gaze fell on her silent father as she tugged her shirt down and tried to push the hands that caressed her skin away.

"I think you forgot the d, but I can help you find it" joked Juice unaware of Happy until he grunted causing the young man to take notice of him. "Happy, hey how's it going? We were gonna make pancakes do you want some?" questioned Juice as he started backing away towards the doorway before bolting as Happy stood up.

"At least its not Jax" stated Happy as he kissed his daughters forehead before heading out of the kitchen. "I wont kill him" he added as a comfort.

*Just a little idea that passed through my mind. Hope you all enjoy!*