#juice ortiz x oc

[ravennaortiz]

Two Worlds

Summary: How does Manny handle finding Juice in his sisters house. Sons/Mayans AU. 18+ Flashbacks/Time Jumps.

This was requested by @hatersaremymotivators using the prompts number 2. I'm not the right man for you and number 7. Stay away from my sister.

Neither man spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. "Go ahead and finish putting your shirt on." drawled Manny his face giving Juice no hint as to what he was thinking. Juice yanked his black tshirt down quickly and stepped to the table where the Mayan was sitting. "You must be Manny. Lupe has told me a lot about you" stated Juice as he extended his hand out to shake. "Odd she's not said a word about you" replied Manny as he leaned back in the chair letting his words fall between them like grenades.

Juice nodded as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Angel and the others had warned him about Manny. That he wouldn't approve of Lupe dating a Son. "Listen man. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Finding a random guy in your" started Juice trying to make light of the awarknedness. "I'mma cut you off. Facts are I never wanna see you in my sisters house, around my sister, say her name ever again after this moment" stated Manny as he leaned forward on his elbows his eyes never leaving Juices.

"Are you asking me to break up with your sister?" questioned Juice taken aback. "No I'm telling you. You two should never have been together in the first place. I get my sister being a bit naïve on the danger but you? Your a grown man who knows the darker side of the leather we wear. Sons and Mayans might have an alliance now but what about when that gets broken? Mayans and SONs will both want her dead." snapped Manny his voice tight and low with anger. Juice was shocked at the venom in Mannys voice and couldn't speak for a moment. "I would never let anyone hurt Lupe. Your sister" started to reassure Juice before Manny sighed and stood up. " Look, I've been told your a good dude and that you are treating Lupe like she deserves. I appreciate that but I want you to stay away from my sister. This will be our only talk on the matter." stated Manny as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I don't repeat myself either by the way" called Manny over his shoulder.

Four Months Prior

"The regal Guadalupe is gracing us mere peasants with her presence tonight boys" greeted Angel as he kicked EZ out of the chair for her. "Eres un niño"(you such a child) stated Lupe as she rolled her eyes at Angel. "I love when you call me names mami" purred Angel as he leaned in to her space. "¿No recuerdas qué pasó con el último hombre que entró en mi espacio personal? (Do you not remember what happened to the last man who got in my personal space?). replied Lupe as she patted his cheek as she smiled at him. "Sí. Lo enterré. (Yes. I buried him) answered Angel with a chuckle.

"You two are so weird" muttered Coco as he took a drag off his cigarette as Gilly nodded in agreement. "Says the man who pretended to be his daughters brother for most of her life and now wonders why she wont listen to him" snipped Lupe making Gilly and Angel laugh. "You know you could be nicer" replied Coco as he rolled his eyes. "I'm letting your kid live with me. How much nicer do you want me to be" replied Lupe with a raised brow. "I have a list" replied Coco with a smirk as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "On that note I'm going to get another beer" replied Angel as he stood up while Coco and Lupe bickered away.

A couple hours later a guy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head caught Lupes attention as he spoke to Bishop and a man named Chibs who was the President of the Sons. Lupe sipped her beer as she studied the well muscled man with a gorgeous smile. "I'll catch you guys later" stated Lupe as she stood up and made her way over to the bar where the men were now standing.

Juice had been casually scanning the crowd still not feeling quite at home in the Mayans clubhouse when a leggy brunette with curves he would love to travel stepped into his view. Juice felt his soul leave his body when there eyes met. He was so entranced in her aura that he didn't register she was speaking to him until he felt Chibs nudge him in the back.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" half fibbed Juice as he felt himself start to sweat as she cocked her head to the side. "I said, hi I'm Guadalupe but you can call me Lupe. " repeated the gorgeous woman in front of him as she let her eyes drift over him. He's even hotter up close Lupe thought to herself. "Juice" replied Juice as he stook out his hand to shake. The feel of her soft skin against his roughened made sparks fly as she laughed. "Something tells me your momma didn't carry you for months on end and endure birth to just name you Juice" joked Lupe as she smiled at him. Juice chuckled as he nodded. "Real name is Juan Carlos" he explained as he took a sip of his beer to calm his nerves. "Juan Carlos. I like the sound of that" purred Lupe as she put her hand on his forearm. "I like how you say it" replied Juice as he shot her a wink.

Next Morning Lupe's House

Lupe had just stepped into her kitchen, where Letty sat drinking coffee and eating breakfast ,when she heard her front door open and Angel call out. "To what do I owe this early morning visit?" inquired Lupe as she walked into the living room yawning. "Did you bed a Son last night after you ditched your friends?" inquired Angel with arms folded as he shot her s sly look. "Hmm, I dont' think I understand your question" replied Lupe as she put on her best poker face.

"I'd say you gave him that good shit cause he was up before me and made us both food before that old man with scars picked him up just so you know. So like keep that up cause he cooks better than you" inserted Letty as she joined Angel and Lupe in the living room. "Letty" grumbled Lupe as her face warmed and Angel dropped to the floor laughing. "What? You deserve to have your back" started Letty making Angel howl louder with laughter as Lupe cut her off. "Enough! Room now please" snapped Lupe as she closed her eyes. "That kid is great" stated Angel as he wiped tears from his eyes after a couple minutes. "If you must know. Yes and we are going out to dinner next weekend" sighed Lupe as she made her way back to the kitchen with Angel hot on her heels.

Present Day

The clubhouse door slamming open and an angry tirade of Spanish mixed in with English had every Mayan in silence. Lupes eyes were ablaze and her mascara streaked cheeks were a sight as she scanned the room for her brother . Manny sighed as he slid out of a chair and made his way to her. "I'm a grown ass woman!" snapped Lupe as she jabbed her finger into her brothers chest. "Hell yeah she is. Look at that grown woman body" shouted Angel as he tried to diffuse the situation. "How dare you tell Juice to break up with me. Have him telling me " I'm not the right man for you?" continued Lupe each jab getting harder as her temper flared. "He's not Lupe. Being in two worlds is " started Manny as he stepped back slightly as his chest ached. "Screw you" interrupted Lupe as she stepped back into his personal space.

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage Masterlist

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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[filipfuckingtelford]

Just before the shadows fall. Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[theesirenteller]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 ; 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝

◦•●◉✿ 𝙹𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚣/ 𝙾𝙵𝙲 ✿◉●•◦

Ofc; Suzanna "Suzie" Wallace-Ortiz

"Look Suzie please! Please just listen to me!" Juice pleaded frantically as he dodged and ducked from the flying flip flops. "I can't be without you. I..I don't wanna lose you!" he pleaded.

"You're a fucking liar! You left me!"

" Woman, I was in prison!"

"Well who's fucking fault was that?! Yours! Nobody told you to follow those inbreds, they're not your brothers! They wouldn't do the same for you!"

"You don't get it Suzie! I can't be alone!" Juice yelled His eyes filled with tears as his face grew reddened. His hands balled into fists at his sides. "I-I don't do good with being alone. I start thinking about shit and i…it just gets real fucking bad for me. The clubs all I've got, Suzie. WIthout you, they're all I've got."

The heartbroken look on his face made the busty blonde frown. She lowered the shoe in her hand as her glaring expression softened. "Aw sugarplum..," she cooed as she rushed over to the closet-sized trailer. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she embraced him closely. Her warm palm gently rested against the back of his shaved head that she began to caress. "I done told you before that you've got me, sugarplum. You'll always have me." she laid a kiss against the nape of his neck as he hugged her tightly.``But it can't be both. I don't do well being second best to a bunch of rough lookin' rednecks" 

Suzanna Jean Wallace loathed bikers with a passion Specifically Samcro. The men had a filthy reputation. Done unspeakable things to people. People she once loved and cared dearly for had fallen into the grave because of those men. 

Juice, her sweet sugarplum was different. He was so much better than them. She knew his heart was pure. He'd been the first man to kiss her with his lips instead of a fist after an argument. He held her like he needed her.  Suzie didn't care for the type of guys who were brainless macho men that only cared about emptying their balls in whatever pussy that could get a hold on. She needed someone to hold her at night. Someone who didn't mind watching reruns of soap operas and cartoons whilst eating cereal. Juice became all that and so much more. He was sweeter than the sweetest sweet tea. 

"I've let good things go all my life. I don't wanna let you go." He wept against her hair. His fingertips dug into the softness of her skin as he squeezed her. "Marry me." he murmured with a muffled tone.

Suzie tilted her neck back and looked at him wide-eyed "What?"

"Suzie.." Juice's hands cupped her face as he stared into her brown eyes. Both of their eyes were the same shade of dark brown. "Will you marry me? Just us. I mean i love you and you love me…you're my dream girl and fuck, i couldn't think of anyone else i'd wanna spend my life with." his words were rushed but he spoke from his heart.

Suzie was one of the nicest women he'd ever met. Sure, she was an overly emotional crybaby at times. Or a drama queen who threw the oddest, scariest fits when she didn't get her way. But! she never ceased to keep a smile on his face. She baked him cherry pies and sugar cookies whenever they were together. Everyone in the diner where she worked loved her. She was so lively. An immaculate lover that left his skin marked in love bites and scatch marks. So much so you'd think he'd fought a cat. Suzie wasn't a secret but she was scared. His scared, serene lover.

A high-ear piercing squeal escaped Suzie's lips before she tackled the tanned biker onto her bed. She peppered his face in sloppy kisses as she hugged his waist. "Of course I'll marry you, Sugar." The southern Mississippi native stood up abruptly and sassed, "I'll be needing a ring. Something pretty and sweet that makes me think of you." 

Juice chuckled happily as he grasped her hand and laid a kiss at her fingers. "Whatever you want," he agreed. Standing up on his feet again, he gleefully wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling Suzie into a bear hug. His lips ravenously crashed against hers. His lips soft to the touch, overlapped hers in a slowed, yearning, and tender embrace. 

She felt the strength he possessed by the way he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed little to nothing. Suzie couldn't help but to melt in his arms and kiss Juice tenderly. He stole the air from her lungs and in that moment she felt as though they were one. Just before her tongue could brush against his, Juice pulled away. His fingers tapping against her lower back,"I wanna marry you right now." he whispered an inch from her lips. Suzie could feel his heart beating against hers. 

Her smile beamed so bright that her cheeks hurt. "Let's go get married then, sugarplum." she said, nudging her nose against his. Suzie then pecked his lips before she smacked her hands against his chest, "Now get out, I gotta get proper." 

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled before rushing out of the trailer. Juice reached into his pants pocket for his phone and his finger itched over Jax's number. But, he froze for a moment as Suzie's words replayed in his head. He instead turned off his phone and shoved it into his back pocket.

Suzie rushed to get ready.  From freshening up in a five-minute shower to getting her outfit together; Suzie was frantic with excitement. She'd put on a white overbust corset from her closet with white knee-high tights her six-inch pleaser rose & white stripper heels, and white lace g-string graced her body. The southern belle proceeded to straighten her bottle-blonde hair until it fell effortlessly to the of her breast. As she went to work on her makeup; Juice had left on his motorcycle.

The man sped off down the dust roads until he arrived at a Jewelry shop on the outskirts of Charming near a small coastal town. He took a deep breath as he parked his bike. Straightening himself up and removing his glasses, juice proceeded to head inside. He walked along the two isles with his eyes skimming over the selections. So many designs and styles to choose from. Yet, almost instantly…the ring chose him. A dainty-sized gold ring flashed revealed itself to him. It was crafted in a Japanese peach blossom shape with a tiny pink rose-quartz crystal in the center. 

"Hey, excuse me! I'd like to purchase this one." He called out. Excitement bubbled in his tone. 

Nearly thirty-minutes later; After packing an overnight bag and tossing on her oversized Levi denim jacket, Suzie rushed out the trailer and approached Juice. He had been rolling a fat joint when she approached. The man's eyes widened as he looked her over. A wide grin stretching across his lips. "Wow babe, you look amazing," he said before kissing her cheek. 

"Thank you honey. You look as handsome as ever." Suzie smiled as she pecked the tip of his nose. Once Juice had placed his helmet on her head, the pair were off to Vegas.

An hour's drive felt like five minutes. Juice blazed the couple through the highway at the speed of lightning. It wasn't that he was in a rush to head back to Charming, no. The guy was just so filled with excitement that he barely could contain it. Something about making her Mrs.Ortiz just made him so chipper and feral.

The wedding chapel. One of many in the city that never sleeps. But, what made this one special was that there were no witnesses needed. The two love birds stood in front of one another with a Priest dressed as Elvis in between them. The couple couldn't wipe the smile off of their faces. It's only been three months that they'd known one another and been together. But, it felt like thirty years. For Suzie, it was love at first sight. The sight of his golden retriever smile and hippy attitude made her want to give the hunk of a man a son named Tanner and worship him endlessly.

Suzie wore a 2.99 viel she'd brought from outside the chapel and a 5.99 bouquet of faux white roses. The trailer park princess was finally becoming a proper wife. Tears filled her little Bambi eyes as her smile grew shaky.

"Do you Juan Ortiz take Suzanne Jean Wallace as your wife in sickness & in health? For better or worse for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Juice quickly nodded his head as he agreed. He proceeds to take the ring out of his pocket and slip it into her finger.

Suzie couldn't contain the squeaky sob that escaped her lips, "Oh my gosh sugarplum!" her heels click-clacked as she stomped her feet in delight.

The Elvis priest chuckled and shook his head as proceeded on, "Do you Suzanna Jean Wallace take Juan Ortiz to be your husband in-"

"Yes! No need to yip yap too much. I do." Suzie quickly interrupted. She excitedly pulled her father's old wedding band out from under bosom before proceeding to slip it onto Juice's finger. It was a perfect fit. Almost solidifying that they were in fact meant to be.

"Well then…" The Priest chuckled, "I now pronounce you Mr.&Mrs.Ortiz."

His muscular arms wrapped around her hips as Juice quickly lifted her up in his arms. Their lips clashed together passionately. Their mouths ravished one another until their noses were nudged and their tongues pressed closely against each other. The world suddenly felt still. No one else mattered but the two of them.

They'd gotten married fast but got to their honeymoon suite at the Mermaid Motel even quicker. Sweet sativa clouded the air as Mrs.Ortiz enjoyed her KFC chicken drumstick and fourth joint. Whilst Juice had been taking a call outside their room. Giggling to herself, Suzie watched a rerun of Mall Cop on the small TV that hung from the wall. Tilting her head back, she peeked through the curtains, her eyes narrowed in on Juice pacing back and forth. Which caused Suzie to roll her eyes.

"Fucking shit hole bikers." She muttered as she stood up from the couch. After tossing her drumstick down on her paper plate and tossing the remains of her blunt into her cherry coke can ; Suzie slips out of her heels and corset. Snatching two complimentary towels from the edge of the bed on her way out of the room, Suzie stalked toward where Juice stood. Quickly, she snatched his phone and ended the call with a snap of the flip phone.

"Hey! Babe what the hell?! That was important." Juice groaned with a huff.

"Not more important than fucking me stupid, sugarplum." She dismissed as she grasped his hand. "Let's go swimming, it's hot." her feet smacked against the pavement as she ran towards the vacant pool.

"Definitely not." He agreed as he chased behind her.

Towels were dropped at the edge of the pool as Suzie jumped in first. Juice quickly stripped out of his chunky boots, baggy jeans, and white tee before diving in after her. The fluorescent lights of the Mermaid Motel sign were their only lightning. Reflecting off the pool water. As the pair arose for air, Suzie playfully licked the side of his face. " Sweeter than a sweet tatar." She laughed.

"Whatever weirdo." Juice laughed as he splashed water her way.

"No! My makeup!" She giggled as she shielded her face with her hands.

"You're looking like a corpse bride right about now babe." He teased as he continued to splash her. The two splashed one another until she had no choice but to turn around and reach for her towel to pay her face dry.

As she gently tapped her face, he came behind her. His hands rubbed along her hips up to her breasts. Squeezing at her squishy pear-shaped mounds as his thumbs fondled at her nipples. A low whimper escaped her giggling lips. His pouty lips warmed her cool skin as he kissed along her neck. He adorned her skin with his lips and tongue, nibbling at her flesh. "You're so pretty baby." he murmured against her. Grasping greedily at her breasts he tugged her closer.

Her small hands draped over his larger ones as Suzie softly moaned. Arching her lower back, she grinds her ass against his crotch. Her nails dragged along his forearms that she couldn't help but grasp and caress. His stiff cock grinding against her plump cheeks needily earned a muffled groan to leave his lips. His large hand grasped at her throat and jaw, tugging her back as he did so. His tongue dipped down into her mouth. Their tongues licked against one another as their lips messily pressed and dragged passionately on and off each other. The way his tongue would massage the back of her mouth made her clit throb as she eagerly rocked back against his growing erection.

Juice had to have one the most modest men who carried a third leg Suzie ever encountered. Despite their first time being a quick five-minute bathroom bang; she never expected the Glock-sized cock he had. By looking at him and his demeanor, she never expected it. But their second hook-up in her trailer gave her a juicy first look. The man, her man was a whooping eight inches with about a five-inch girth. Not that she had a ruler but it was pretty clear. Circumcised (thankfully) and perfectly, cleanly shaven. He kept his hair as neat as his Mohawk. A slight tilt upward shaft that just plunged her whenever he rammed into her.

Just like now. Suzie had been so blissfully enchanted by his tongue in her mouth and his left hand groping at her breast; That she hadn't realized how swiftly he lifted and pressed her left leg to her waist. His thick and veiny shaft stuffed into her silken hole with little ease. Suzie let out a cry of both pleasure and pain. Her thighs shook as her hips jolted back against his. "Ah! You fucking mad mohawker!" she cursed through teary-eyed laughter. He made her a complete and utter mess. and she loved every minute of it.

"Shouldn't have interrupted my call, baby"Juice laughed in her ear as he dug deeper inside her. His fingers pressed against her throbbing clit and he rubbed at it tenderly. Suddenly, the cool evening air is stifling, and Suzie starts to feel like she's suffocating. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he's basking on her. The way his hips snapped against hers when his throbbing, thick veiny cock drilled into her with a force that matched the roaring of thunder. Her moans grew so loud that Juice had to stuff his fingers into her mouth.

The newlywed's pleasurable night was only the beginning of their wild ride. Their love was a fire that would burn down any obstacle in their way. No matter how 'Brotherly' that obstacle was.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

I'm gonna call this 'Chapter One'

#theesirenteller fanfic #Juice Ortiz; trailer park barbie #juice ortiz x oc

[drabbles-mc]

All For You

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Juice Ortiz & OFC (Diedra Lowman)

Inspired by the Week 1 Prompts for @the-slumberparty: bouquet of flowers & diamond necklace

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: The way I want to build a whole universe just for Di, Kota, Juice, and Happy. I wish I had the time and the mental bandwidth. Little snippets will have to do! Enjoy this fun lil valentine's fic!

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Juice carefully extracted himself from the bed. He managed to untangle himself from Dakota without waking her, although that wasn’t the most difficult thing to do since she was probably the heaviest sleeper that Juice had ever met. She let out a small grumble when he pulled his arms from around her, but she didn’t wake.

He gently shut the bedroom door behind him as he stepped out into the short hallway that separated the two bedrooms from the rest of the apartment. He tip-toed past the door to her sister’s bedroom, not wanting to be responsible for waking her up either. He let out a small sigh of relief when he stepped into the space where the living room and the kitchen met, the only semblance of a divider between the two sides of the apartment was the counter that more often than not served as their dinner table if they weren’t eating in front of the TV.

Turning, he looked up from the floor and into the kitchen. His eyes widened and he gasped quietly when he saw Diedra standing in the kitchen, her back to him as she set the coffee pot to brew. Even though she hadn’t turned around to look at him, she still shook her head. He couldn’t see it, but there was a bit of an amused smile on her face.

She glanced back over her shoulder. “Coffee?”

He nodded, sitting down at the counter rather than trying to linger in her space. “Yea, sure. Thanks.” He paused, offering her a lopsided grin when she turned around to fully face him. “Was worried I was gonna wake you up, but…”

Diedra chuckled and shook her head. “I wouldn’t worry about that.” She saw the apprehension on his face so she clarified, “Because I’m pretty much always gonna be up before you anyway.”

Juice relaxed a bit at that. “Right.”

“Good thing you’re dating the one Lowman who actually sleeps in.”

Juice laughed quietly as he watched Diedra grab two coffee mugs from the cupboard. “Yea, good thing, because sleeping habits were why Happy and I never worked out.”

Diedra laughed as she shook her head. “Sometimes I forget that you can be funny, Juicebox.”

He nodded in thanks as she slid his mug across the counter to him. “Shit, Di, that’s like one of the only things I still have going for me at this point. You can’t forget that.”

She leaned against the counter across from him, hands cupping her coffee mug. “My bad,” she said with a smile.

There were a few beats of silence between them, and Juice desperately wanted to feel at ease about it but he didn’t, not fully anyway. He struggled less now than he used to with the nagging belief that Dakota’s sister was constantly plotting his murder. They weren’t exactly friends, and Juice didn’t know if they ever would be, but Diedra didn’t seem to have a big problem with him. He would take that as a win.

But in moments like that, when it was just the two of them without the buffer of Dakota, or Happy, or the chaos of the clubhouse, Juice still felt like he was squirming in discomfort. And she wasn’t even trying to make him do that anymore.

“Big plans for next week?” Diedra asked. She hadn’t ever been a fan of the holiday, but she knew for a fact that her sister was.

The question caught Juice off-guard. He took another sip of his coffee. “Big plans?”

She cocked one eyebrow. “Valentine’s Day?”

“Right! Right.” Juice knew that. Really, he did, but he always felt like he was taking some sort of test when he was talking to Di, and he was terrible at tests. “Um, yea, yea kind of.”

“Was worried you forgot when Kota didn’t come home giggling and squealing about you asking her.” She said it with heavy sarcasm but gun to her head she couldn’t deny that it was nice to see her little sister in a happy, fairly stable and somewhat normal relationship.

“Asking her? Asking her what?”

She took a sip of her coffee. “You know, to be your valentine or whatever.”

“I have to ask? She’s…I’m…we’re dating.”

Diedra was on the brink of cackling with amusement. “Dude, have you met my sister? Of fucking course, you need to ask her.”

“But she’s my girlfriend!” He sounded genuinely bewildered.

Diedra shook her head as she tried not to keep laughing. “Doesn’t matter. Gotta ask.”

She watched as Juice dropped his face into his hands and shook his head. All of the overthinking that he’d been doing about the actual day, and he missed the memo about even asking. He felt like he had just gotten booted back to square one.

Di felt something that felt like pity for him. “Look, it’s not like my sister is all that high-maintenance. She’ll be stoked with whatever. You could get her one of those cheesy valentine’s cards they make for kids to hand out at school and she would be hyped. Just,” she finished her coffee and set the mug in the sink, “make sure you do it.” She walked around the counter to grab her bag and her keys. “I’m heading out. Kota say if she needed anything?”

Juice shook his head. “She’s all set.”

Diedra nodded before offering a quick goodbye and heading for the door. Juice sat at the counter, taking his time as he mulled over what Diedra had just said to him.

When he finished his coffee, Dakota still hadn’t woken up. Despite the urge that he had to just go and crawl back into bed with her, everything that Diedra said was still playing on repeat in his head. So, instead of taking the lazy route of going back to sleep, he got up from the stool that he had been sitting on and made his way over to the refrigerator.

He went back and forth between a few different ideas for a minute. Making breakfast was a simple enough task. He’d done it a million times for himself before. He and Kota had definitely cooked together too. But now he was doing it while also overthinking everything that was going to be happening over the next week.

He rifled through the cupboards and fridge as he went back and forth on what he wanted to make. After weighing more pros and cons than any sane person would, he finally settled on French toast. It was low risk, high reward, and that was something that he could get behind.

With minimal struggle and almost no mess, Juice got through almost all of the cooking before Dakota woke up. He hadn’t heard her footsteps when she left the room and walked towards the kitchen, but the yawn that she let out as she crossed the threshold gave her away.

She walked over, still not fully awake, and leaned against Juice’s back. She rested her forehead in the space between Juice’s shoulder blades as she wrapped her arms around his middle. She felt Juice’s laughter before she heard it.

“Morning,” she mumbled against the fabric of his t-shirt.

He chuckled, placing one hand over hers for a moment before shutting off the stove and taking the last of the food off the stove. “Good morning.”

He felt the kiss that she lazily pressed into his back before she pried herself away from him. Stepped so that she was standing next to him instead of behind him, she looked at all of the food in front of her. Reaching, she swiped a piece of bacon off the plate next to all the French toast.

“What’s all this?” she asked.

Juice looked at her and laughed as she popped the bacon into her mouth. “Looks like you already know.”

“Yea, but, like,” she walked to the other side of him to grab a coffee mug for herself, “what’s it all for?”

“For you,” he answered simply.

She laughed, but there was a soft, happy look in her eyes. “You’re a sap.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Maybe.”

They sat at the counter, enjoying their quiet morning and breakfast for two. It was far from the first time that the two of them got to simply just exist like that, but no matter how many times it happened, Juice still found himself a little bit in awe of it all. He had never really considered himself the type of person who was cut out for that kind of thing, who would be allowed to have it. And he certainly never thought that Dakota was the kind of girl who would be interested in being with him like that. But there they were. And it never got old.

Juice finished off the coffee that was in his mug before saying, “There was something that I wanted to ask you.”

Dakota’s eyes widened, clearly curious. “Okay?”

“Would you, um,” he didn’t know why he felt nervous asking—it wasn’t like it was a question that she was likely to say no to, “would you want to be my Valentine this year?”

A cheesy grin spread across her face as she nodded. Leaning over, she kissed him on the lips. “I would love that, Juan.”

He had the same starry look in his eyes as he did the first time Kota ever kissed him. He finally nodded, forcing himself to speak. “Alright, yea, cool.”

Dakota laughed as she hopped off her chair to get herself another cup of coffee. “Yea, very cool.” She poured coffee into her mug before scooping in an unreal amount of sugar. “What’s the plan, anyway? For Valentine’s Day?”

He shrugged nonchalantly but there was a tiny smirk pulling at his lips. “I had some ideas.”

“Keeping me in the dark?”

“Surprising you sounds a lot better.”

She laughed, nodding as she walked back over to him. “I guess it does.”

As the days went by after that, Kota felt like every time she came back to the apartment there was always something waiting for her. They were small things—a card, her favorite snack, t-shirts of Juice’s that she had been trying to steal from him for weeks but never successfully took from his house. She wondered how he was always managing to sneak in and out and leave things for her without being caught. Anytime she asked Di about it, she just shrugged it off and claimed that she didn’t know anything about it. Dakota wasn’t sure how true that was but she wasn’t upset about it.

The closer it got to Valentine’s Day, the more intricate the gifts became. One night when Kota got home from work, she walked into the apartment and the first thing she saw was a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter in the kitchen.

She looked over to Diedra, who was sprawled out across the couch in the living room, laptop rested on her stomach. “When did these get here?”

Di lifted her eyes from the screen, glancing back and forth between her sister and the flowers. “Loverboy dropped those off a couple hours ago. I told him I was very upset that he hadn’t gotten anything for me this last week.”

Dakota laughed as she walked over to get a closer look at them. She dropped her bag on the chair before standing on her tiptoes and slowly turning the vase to be able to see all of the flowers. The sunflowers and roses looked so vibrant together. Dakota lightly traced her fingers along some of the petals.

It took a moment for her to realize that there was a holder and a small card sticking out of the flowers. Her smile grew as she carefully plucked it to read. She was on the brink of giggling as she read Juice's handwriting. It always seemed to toe the line between elegant and messy. He was a few scribbles away from doctor's handwriting territory.

“Pack a bag and a dress tonight. I’ll be over tomorrow after work for the next adventure. –Juan"

She read it over a few times, gnawing lightly at her bottom lip as she did. Finally, she looked back at her sister. “He say anything to you about this?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I also didn’t ask.”

Dakota chuckled. “Right.”

She stared at the flowers for another moment longer before grabbing her bag and heading towards her bedroom. She flipped the light on and tossed her bag over onto her mattress. Without even bothering to change or take her shoes off, she knelt and pulled her overnight bag out from underneath her mattress.

Picking that up and dropping it on top of her bed, she unzipped it so that she could start putting clothes inside. She paused, confusion flashing across her face when she saw the jewelry box sitting inside the bag.

Reaching down, she picked it up and shook it next to her ear. She finally popped it open, her eyes growing wide at what was inside. Dakota had never been a diamond necklace kind of girl, and Juice knew that. If she had any doubts about that before, the beautiful gold chain staring back at her definitely wiped away any concerns that he didn’t pay attention.

She also noticed another small card with the same unique handwriting. “Maybe something that goes with this?” She laughed as she took it out of the box and latched it on. It fell nicely over her collarbone, the metal smooth and cool to the touch for now. She decided to leave it on while she packed up her things for the mystery trip Juice had planned.

It was late when Diedra finally decided to start getting ready for bed. Rather than going right to her own room, she walked and lingered in the doorway of Dakota’s. She rapped her knuckles lightly against the doorframe, causing her sister to look up from her phone.

Diedra nodded towards the bags on the floor. “Running off on me?”

Dakota laughed, shaking her head. “No, no.” She set her phone to the side. “I guess, um, I guess Juan has a night away planned. Told me to pack a bag.”

“Bringing some sort of knife or something with you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Jesus Christ, Di.” She paused. “But, yea.”

They both laughed and Diedra nodded in approval. “Good.” She pushed herself off the doorframe. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Dakota nodded. “See ya.”

It was creeping later into the afternoon when Diedra rolled onto the compound. The trip to Happy’s house had been pointless since he wasn’t home, but when she saw all of the bikes parked outside, she also saw his. She swung the car door shut and started making her way across the lot to the clubhouse.

Just as she was walking into the building, all of the guys were walking out of the chapel. She quickly scanned the looks on each of their faces—it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that whatever had been discussed and decided during church wasn’t sitting right with anyone. She didn’t feel bad for them, never really did. They all signed on for this so her pity was basically non-existent.

She saw that Happy was still talking to Jax and Clay. While she was waiting, she flagged Juice down and waved him over. “What’s going on?”

He shook his head. “Club shit.”

She rolled her eyes, not only at the vagueness of the answer but at the repetitiveness of the situation. “Always is.” She paused, looking at Juice’s face a little closer. “Shouldn’t you be going to get my sister for your big vacation?”

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before shaking his head. “Can’t. We gotta—”

“What?” she cut him off.

The sharpness in her tone made him flinch. “I know, I know. I gotta call her. But they said—”

“Who’s they?”

“You know.”

She shook her head. “You can’t do that to her, Juice.”

“I don’t want to, but I can’t just—”

“Yes, you can.” She stepped in a little closer to him, her voice hushed but still cutting. “I don’t give a shit what these guys said they need you for. Club’s got a full roster, right? They can find someone else to do it.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“You guys all love sayin’ that shit but I think it really is that simple.” She saw the debate resting on the tip of his tongue and didn’t let him get started on it. “Listen, you’re like, the first person Kota has dated in a long time that’s not a complete fucking asshole. I’m not going to let Clay, or Jax, or whoever the fuck is calling the shots these days, turn you into one.”

He knew that he shouldn’t be as shaken as he was, but there was always something about Diedra that was inherently terrifying. She was scary when she was in a good mood, let alone in situations like this.

“Wh-what are you gonna do?”

She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. You know me—I love any reason to have a fucking problem with Jax.” She saw the way that he was torn, almost stepping away to leave, almost stepping back towards church. She nodded in the direction of the door. “Go.”

“Right, right.” He mumbled out a quick thank you, although he wasn’t sure how thankful he was going to be about any of it when he got back. That was a problem for future him now, though. And also apparently a problem for Diedra.

Happy walked out of the chapel first, instantly clocking the way that Juice was scrambling towards the door. He walked over to Diedra, nodding at where Juice had just been. “Where’s he going?”

“He’s got some shit to do,” she answered nonchalantly.

Jax had been close enough to overhear their conversation. “He’s got shit to do for the club,” he interjected. “Fuck. He can’t just take off.”

“Well,” she shrugged, “he did. So, guess you can sort it out with him in a couple days.”

Jax narrowed his eyes at her. “What the hell did you say to him?”

“That if he had other shit to take care of, he should go do it, because you guys have enough people here to do whatever needs doing.”

“Di, are you fucking—” he stopped himself short, shaking his head. “Who’s gonna take care of it? You?” he said with a scoff.

She stepped closer to him. “Me? Sure. Or, maybe,” her eyes dropped down to the flash stitched into his kutte, “the fucking VP could handle shit for once. Just an idea.”

Jax shook his head. It was written all over his face that he was on the brink of combusting. Turning to Happy, he grit out, “Get this,” he gestured to Diedra, “under control.”

Happy’s expression didn’t really change much. He didn’t say anything to Jax, waiting until the man walked away before turning back to his daughter. “What’s going on?”

“What?”

“Juice. Where’d he go?”

“Didn’t you hear?” she asked sarcastically. “He took off.”

Happy knew that Juice wasn’t the type to just book it on the club. Either a sense of obligation or fear always kept him in line. “Why?”

“Kota.”

Happy’s brows drew together. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Diedra couldn’t help but to laugh. “It’s fucking, it’s Valentine’s Day, Dad.”

“Today?”

She laughed again. “Tomorrow.”

“Hmph.”

Diedra rolled her eyes, but she still had a smirk on her face because she knew what was going to happen. “Still wanna go get him?”

Happy sighed. “No.”

She clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s what I thought.” She walked around so that she was behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of beer for herself and holding one out to Happy. “Sit. Something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Back at the apartment, Juice felt like he had to catch his breath as he stood outside the door. He adjusted his kutte slightly before running his hands back over his head. After a few seconds, ones that seemed to stretch on longer than they should have, he reached forward and knocked.

In no time at all, he heard the clicking of the locks on the other side of the door. He didn’t know why he felt so jittery. The hardest parts were over—he had the girl, and he ditched the club. It should’ve been smooth sailing from here on out.

Dakota pulled the door open, looking as excited and as beautiful as Juice had ever seen her. Even though she was just in jeans and a t-shirt with her leather jacket, Juice could’ve sworn that he felt his knees start to buckle.

He finally forced himself to clear his throat as he leaned against the doorframe. “H-hey.”

“Ready to roll?” she asked with a smile.

He nodded. “Yea.” He watched as she reached out and tangled her hand with his own. “You?”

“Yea!” She tugged him into the apartment while she went and grabbed her bag. She lifted it up off the ground and slipped the strap over her shoulder. “Was starting to get nervous for a minute there,” she said with a laugh.

He shook his head, flashing a small smile as he reached and took her duffle bag from her. “C’mon, like I would ever leave you hanging.” He chuckled as she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He could feel his face get hot as he busied himself adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “Nice necklace, by the way.”

She laughed, dragging her fingers along the gold chain of it. “Thanks. Got it from this pretty cool guy I know.” She followed him out the door, turning around and locking it behind them once they were out in the hall. Turning back to him, she asked, smile still bright, “So, do I get to know where we’re going now? Or is it still a surprise?”

Juice laughed, shaking his head as he gestured for her to walk down the stairs. “Oh, yea, no, it’s definitely still a surprise.”

She shook her head, laughing the entire way down, “Of course it is.”

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FIRST CHAPTER IS UP!!!!

1. a great day for freedom

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[the-wandering-lunatic]

There's going to be a bit of space between updates for Scars Remain at the moment. I run my own small business and have to attend to orders and inventory. I will update as I can! I've gotten everyone from the comments into a tag list, and I'm working on creating a masterlist link so all fics are easy to locate and keep track of for you all!

I'm beyond thrilled to be writing again. The enthusiasm shown for this fic so far has been heartwarming to say the least!

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A RAVEN AMONG CROWS II: TAINTED WITH BLOOD AND SMOKE

Chapter 15: Low Hanging Fruit

Sydney and Tig continue to stumble their way through all of the truths that neither of them want to face, meanwhile Zobelle and his crew ramp up their tactics to takedown SAMCRO by proposing a tempting offer to the one man who wants them gone the most.

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this is me announcing a new fic that i plan on publishing in september 😊

Title is not yet decided but I do have a lot of other stuff planned for it.

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[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Stormie's(OC) daughter Isabella (OC) has a surprise request for Juice.

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Juice was standing in his kitchen when Isabella padded in wrapped in her pink blanket. He smiled as he watched her put her Unicorn Stuffy in one of the chairs before taking a set in another. It was still surreal to him that Stormie had agreed to move in. His mornings were a lot different now but he wouldn't trade them for anything.

"Morning kiddo" he greeted her as he finished up his coffee before reaching for a bowl. "Want some coco pebbles?"

When Isabella nodded he got to work making her cereal before taking a seat at the table. The two sat in silence for a bit before Isabella spoke.

"Can you take me to school tomorrow?" inquired Isabella as she pushed her empty bowl back some. Fixing her chocolate eyes on Juice with a serious expression.

"Yeah. I can join you and your mom" replied Juice with a smile and shrug. He would just text Clay and let him know he would be in late.

Isabella frowned and shook her head. "No mommy. Just you" she stated as she crossed her arms.

Juice tilted his head unsure how to respond. It wouldn't be weird but he would have to ask Stormie.

"Any reason you don't want your mom to come with us?" asked Juice as he watched Isabella.

"Its dad and doughnut day. No mommies allowed and I want you to be my dad" replied Isabella matter of factly.

Juice felt his heart speed up and he swallowed hard. He felt nervous and unsure how to proceed. It was one thing for Isabella to call him uncle like she did the others but dad would be a new territory. He and Stormie had not exactly had that conversation. He knew Isabella was under the impression she didn't have a dad due to the circumstances of her existence.

Next Morning

Isabella held tightly onto Juices hand as they made their way to the cafeteria. Juice had never felt more out of place in his life. Most of the men around him were at least ten years older than him and dressed up.

Before he could get to in his head Isabella pulled him to a stop in front of an older woman. Her warm smile eased his mind as she knelt in front of Isabella.

"Well who do you have here Isabella?" inquired the woman.

"This is my dad, Miss Rachel." stated Isabella with a big smile.

"Well its nice to meet you. Isabella is such a sweet girl and a joy to have in class. Her mother and you have done a great job." replied Miss Rachel as she stood and shook Juice's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Believe me its all her mom" chuckled Juice as he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Let get our doughnuts" demanded Isabella as she tugged on his hand.

"Well I will let you two get to your breakfast" laughed Miss Rachel before moving on to greet another child and father.

Later that day

"How was it?" inquired Stormie as she greeted the two as they walked in the door. Before Juice could respond Isabella was gushing about the day but he didn't hear anything after her first sentence.

"He was the best daddy! All my friends like him and he was able to win me a new Unicorn stuff animal and we got ice cream on the way home!" exclaimed Isabella as she shook the Unicorn in Stormies face.

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #ravennasmasterlist #RaisingGirlsSeries #soa fanfiction #soa fanfic #sons of anarchy juice #imagine juice #juice fanfic #juice fanfiction #juice imagines #juice imagine #juice ortiz fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz x oc #juice x oc #soa juice #juice ortiz imagines #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz fic #fanfiction

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Juancarlos-ortiz Masterlist

Series

Marked for Carnage - Juice Ortiz x OC

Oneshots

Haunted - Juice Ortiz x Reader

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader

#soa #sons of anarchy #juice soa #juan carlos juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #juice ortiz #juice ortiz fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz fic #juice ortiz x oc #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz x reader

[filipfuckingtelford]

Just before the shadows fall. Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cjwolfwrites]

Made for eachother

Juice Ortiz X Damien “wolf/Lobo” Martinez  (oc ) ft. Father figure Chibs

Premise -  A day in the life of Damien “Lobo” Martinez

Just a fluffy self-indulgent mlm fanfic setting up some backstory and character relationships   

This is probably going to turn into a  multific and its my first tumblr fic so please be gentle 

Damien rolls himself out from underneath a worn down raggedy old pickup truck with a sigh before pulling a bandanna from his back pocket and wiping the sweat from his forehead. It’s a quiet day at Teller Morrow as Damien finishes his workload for today he tells the club prospect to take the truck he finished and put it outside for pickup. When he is done with everything he puts his tools in their right places and heads to his boyfriend's workspace. “Hey, J whatcha working on?” Damien asks with a smile. Juice jumps at the other man’s sudden appearance. “Jesus Damien you scared the shit out of me love”. Damien laughs at the other man’s reaction “I’m sorry honey I don’t mean to sneak up on you it just kinda happens”. Juice laughs as he says “man I really need to put one of those cat collars with a bell on it on you so I hear you walking” Damien laughs as Clay walks into the shop to gather the guys “Juice,Lobo grab your cuts and meet us in the church now” clay barks at the two men “ you heard the boss man we need to go get changed let’s go hun” Damien smiles holding the other man’s hand as they walk towards the clubhouse dorms. Damien goes into his and juices shared room and quickly changes into a plain white sleeveless shirt and black denim jeans before slipping into his nice leather boots and cut before discarding all his work clothes in the duffle at the foot of their shared bed and tucking his work boots in their place beside the desk. Damien walks over to juice who is waiting for him at the door “let’s go get this meeting over with “ Damien sighs wanting. Nothing more than to take a nap and go home both men enter the church quickly and quietly sit in their respective seats as they are waiting for the rest of the guys to show up Damien quietly pulls a field sketchbook out of his pocket and starts mindlessly doodling to pass the time Jax is the last one to enter the meeting room. Before the meeting starts Chibs looks over at Damien and asks. “Aye lad your always drawing in that book during meetings what are you drawing in their kid ”. He smiles as Damien is seemingly snapped from a daze “oh I just draw stuff from around the room usually. It helps me with my focus you can look through it if you want Chibs “ Damien smiles handing off the sketchbook to his sponsor and the closest person he’s ever had to a father figure. As Chibs flips through the book he sees various drawings of the club's logo, the table, different pieces of decor and memorabilia that lined the walls, and even detailed drawings of different club members. Chibs stops on the page Damien was working on 5 minutes prior it was a rough sketch of Damien and Juice from when they both got patched in with a list of materials needed To make an oil painting for the other man and with a smile he says  “damn lad you are a talented bugger aren’t you”. Damien smiles looking at the page Chibs had in between his thumb and forefinger “heh yeah I guess”. Clay suddenly clears his throat and everyone’s attention snaps to him “ today is the day we’re going to go on our monthly gun run and delivery. I want Jax, Chibs,Lobo, juice, Tig, and the prospect to come with me for this. it should be a quick in and out but in case things go south i’d like to have some extra manpower. If no one has any concerns then this meeting is adjourned and if I mentioned your names go grab your things and meet me in the parking lot in ten and oh one last thing Tig, Juice, and half sac you’re in the van and lobo you are escorting with Chibs. Jax and I will lead ” clay bangs the gavel against the table adjourning the meeting.  Damien grabs Juice's hand as they walk back to their room to grab their guns. Damien slips his shoulder holster around him before speaking. “It sucks we couldn’t escort together love” “yeah but at least we’re both going this time and I'm not stuck here”. Juice sighs. They walk to the parking lot join the others as clay says one last thing before they are dismissed to go to their respective  vehicles. Before Damien walks away he gives juice a passionate kiss. “To remember me by pretty boy”. He  grins like an idiot walking away and mounting his bike  Juice stands there while he   blushes like a mad man before snapping out of it and hopping in the back of the van. Jax and clay hop on their bikes and signal for everyone to go. When he got on the open road his mind started to drift back to when him and juice first met.

*flashback*

It was a cold night in queens New York and they were both 17. Damien had just gotten kicked out of his house for being gay. With nowhere to go he hopped into his old beat up 1969 mustang mache one fastback. That  he had bought off an elderly man for dirt cheap after scraping together all of his savings driving to nowhere in particular  when he saw  a boy his age running down the street with  several bags hung off his person. Against his better judgement Damien stopped his car and leaned over the other side to rolling down the window .”hey are you okay dude it’s not safe to be walking to alone around here at night. Do you want a ride? ” Damien smiles lopsidedly wincing in pain from the bruise blossoming across the right side of his face. Juice looks back the man taking in his battered features .The man sitting in the car in front of him looked vaguely familiar and he was trying to figure out why  briefly before deciding  to say fuck it and except the man’s help. Damien gets out with a limp  to help Juice put his bags in the car juice stands there shocked that there was already duffle bags in the car. Juice laughs dryly “heh i guess we both had the same idea “ “you get kicked out of your home too”. Damien smiles solemnly “yeah more or less” Juice says with a sad smile the other man speaks up “The name is Damien by the way “…. He pauses for a minute before continuing “Your Juan Carlos right…we had science and trig together” . “Yeah Damien I remember you “ juice smiles and  Damien takes in the other mans features as he moves back to the drivers seat and motions juice inside. “So Juan Carlos where to” “I don’t care as long as its somewhere far away from New York”

*flashback ends*

Chibs motions up ahead and breaks Damien out of his  thoughts “Aye Lobo we’re here lad”. Damien slows down to a stop behind the van hopping off his bike and waiting for clays command before starting to unload the guns and hand them off to the niners .  The gun run went off without a hitch and soon everyone was back at clubhouse drinking and having a good time.  Damien was sitting at the bar waiting for Juice to finish talking to Clay and Jax about some dirt digging that needed to be done and ignoring the croweater who was trying to get handsy with him as he was nursing his third cheap beer of the night “please leave me alone Leah you know I’m not interested why are you doing this”. Leah smirks “come on baby please let me show you what you’re missing”.she reaches for the button on his jeans before getting pulled back by Chibs. “Leah darling the kid isn’t interested now go find someone else to bother for the night” Leah scoffs and walks away and chibs sits to the right of Damien waving over the prospect to give them both another beer “thank you Chibs I appreciate it she just wouldn’t take the hint”. “Aye, it’s nothing kid I don’t like to see my family being harassed and you’re like a son to me”.  At that the two men drink in silence . Ten minutes pass before Juice is finally able to slip away from Clay and Jax and walk up to his partner at the bar. “Hey love you okay?”He asked concerned  “yeah it’s just Leah again . She refuses to take a hint that I’m not interested”. Damien sighs. “God I’m sorry you  had to deal with her again babe”. Juice says apologetically  “It’s fine”. Damien says burying his face into Juices chest. “Let us go enjoy our night together okay” Juice smiles while holding the other man tightly.

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice x oc #Damien lobo Martinez #slight father figure chibs #mlm

[drabbles-mc]

Getting Comfy

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Inspired by Day 25 of the August Prompts: string lights

Warnings: flufffffff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It’s been a minute since I’ve written for these two, but the soft feelings I got with this prompt just felt very right for them. Love them. 🥰

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As soon as he unlocked and opened the door to the apartment, he could hear the music coming from her bedroom. He smiled despite the exhaustion weighing him down, toeing off his boots and making his way towards the source of the music. The apartment was almost completely pitch black except for the light flooding out of her room, so he had to assume that she had no idea how late it was, or how long she had been doing whatever it was that she was doing in her room.

When he got to the doorway and looked in, he tried not to laugh. He immediately realized how she lost track of time—her entire room was rearranged. It seemed like she was putting the finishing touches together, hanging up string lights that ran along the edges where her walls met her ceiling. The precarious balancing act that she had going on in order to accomplish the job would’ve made Juice worried if it hadn’t apparently been working so far.

She had one foot braced on her bedframe, the other on her nightstand, and she was still standing on her tip-toes in order to loop the lights over the little hooks that she’d placed around the room for them. Juice kept his mouth shut, not wanting to say something and scare her, causing her to fall. He covered his mouth with his hand in an extra attempt to keep quiet, covering up the sickly-sweet grin on his face in the process.

“Ha!” Dakota laughed proudly as she hung up the last of the lights. She didn’t move from her awkward position for another few seconds, taking the time to admire her work. Stepping back so she was completely on the mattress, she let herself drop so that she was lying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked over to Juice, “It’s rude to stare and not even say hello, y’know.”

He laughed, crossing the threshold into her room, “Didn’t realize that you heard me over the music,” as he said that, he reached and turned down the volume on her speaker a little bit.

“I hear everything,” she joked as she swung her legs off the bed so that she was sitting on the edge of it. She waved him closer, “Come here.”

He didn’t hesitate to follow the simple instruction. Walking over, he stood between her legs, hands coming to rest on her shoulders as hers snaked between the beat-up leather of his kutte and the soft cotton t-shirt he had on underneath. Tilting her chin, she looked up at him with a soft smile on her face—she could instantly see how exhausted he was.

She didn’t know what exactly had been going on with the club, and she tended not to ask if no one wanted to offer up any information about it. Happy never really told her much, but the more time that went on, Juice let her in a little more. It helped him keep his sanity and it kept her in the loop. However, prior to the trip that they’d just gone on, Juice didn’t really give her any details. The club didn’t tell anyone to go into lockdown per se, but it was evident that they didn’t really want anyone going anywhere either—the tension was impossible to miss.

So she hadn’t really gone much of anywhere except to get groceries. She could do her schoolwork from the comfort of her apartment, so she just camped out. But staying home for too long would make anyone go a little stir-crazy, hence the rearrangement of her entire room. No one understood the impulse to stay busy more than Juice.

“Good thing we came back when we did,” he joked quietly as he pushed the hair back out of her face, “Otherwise you would’ve done and tried to redo Di’s room too.”

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “Not even I’m that bored…or brave.”

“You holding up okay?” he asked.

She nodded, “Yea, I’m fine. Plus, you know, clean room!” she smiled as she ran her hands up and down his sides, “What about you, though?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes at his poor attempt to play dumb, “How are you holding up? I know it wasn’t great when you left.”

He nodded, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, “I’m glad I’m back.”

“Everyone make it back in one piece?” she had to ask, knowing that there was never any guarantee of the answer.

“Yea. Only thing we lost is sleep,” he chuckled tiredly.

“You never really get that anyway,” she smiled.

The apartment became still, quiet except for the now-lowered music playing from Dakota’s speakers. Juice busied himself running his fingers back through her hair, focusing on taking slow, deep breaths as he looked at her. A source of calm after the insanity that had been the last stretch for him.

Moving her hands and giving his kutte a light tug, “C’mon, get comfy. You’re home.”

He smiled, a wave of comfort washing over him at the fact that she considered this his home now too, despite the fact that he had his own house not all that far away. He never really found himself spending that much time there these days though, so he supposed it made sense. He slipped out of his kutte and tossed it onto the chair by the desk in her room. He laughed quietly when he felt her undoing the buckle of his belt.

Looking up at him, Dakota rolled her eyes, “Don’t be a perv, Juan.”

“You’re the one who’s—”

“You’re nuts if you think I’m going to let you wear cargo pants to bed,” she laughed.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to—” he was cut off by Dakota pulling his pants down, making them pool around his ankles and getting them both to laugh, “Alright, alright,” he rolled his eyes with a smile.

Before she could do the same thing to his boxers, he stepped back adn pulled his t-shirt off over his head as well, unable to not laugh as Dakota shifted herself completely onto the bed and over to the other side, leaving room for him to crawl in beside her. She was still sprawled out on top of the covers as she rolled onto her side so she could look at him. He crawled over next to her, laying so that he was facing her, elbow propped with the side of his face resting against his palm.

Her smile shifted into something a little more serious as she asked, “You sure you’re okay?”

He took a deep breath, pausing for a moment as he really thought about the answer to the question, “I think I’m good.”

“Okay,” she leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips, “If you ever wanna talk, you know I’m here.”

He nodded, a tired smile on his face, “I know.”

Sensing that he didn’t really want to talk about whatever it was that had happened on their stint out of town, Dakota said, “Wanna know what I did yesterday?”

“Organized a different room in the apartment?” he joked softly.

She laughed, “No, no. I went and reorganized my dad’s house,” she was on the brink of cackling as she said it.

Juice’s eyes widened as he laughed, “He’s gonna lose it.”

“Oh, for sure,” she said with a shake of her head, “But it’ll be so funny.”

“This is why he doesn’t like leaving you unsupervised.”

“I wasn’t unsupervised,” she came to her own defense, “Di was with me the whole time.”

Juice’s smile was small, tired, but genuine, “You’re something else.”

“Yea,” she chuckled, “it’s in my genes,” it was visible in her eyes when her brain switched tracks, “Wanna see something cool?”

He nodded, “Yea, always.”

She rolled over, reaching off the other side of the bed, “Check this shit out,” she resurfaced with a small remote in her hand. Hitting one button, the overhead light in her room shut off, plunging the room into darkness.

“That’s pretty—” He didn’t get to finish the sentence as Dakota hit another button, the string lights that she had just finished hanging up coming to life and letting off a soft white light. His eyes widened slightly, “Wow.”

“But wait,” she said in a gimmicky tone, “there’s more,” she laughed as she hit another button and the lights changed to a soft pink.

Juice was impressed by the lights but he couldn’t pry his eyes off the woman lying on the bed next to him, “Got this all set up yourself?”

“I might not be a techie like you,” she joked, “But I do alright. There’s like five million settings on these to mess around with—we’ll have to see what they’re all about.”

“Five million?” he laughed quietly, “Really?”

She rolled her eyes, looking over at him, “Yes, Juan. Literally five million different settings. Clear your schedule.”

“Sounds good to me,” he reached out, pulling her in close so that their bodies were pressed up against each other’s, laying practically nose-to-nose. He let his eyes shut as his forehead rested against hers, “Missed you.”

She hummed in approval, tossing the control for the lights aside as she snaked his arms around him, “I missed you too.”

Prying his eyes open and pulling away just enough to be able to look her in the eyes, he couldn’t help but to smile when he saw that she was already smiling at him. A soft, breathy laugh slipped past his lips as he kissed her, wanting to be able to say more but being too tired to do so. She could sense it, too. Readjusting their bodies, she wrapped herself around him as his head rested against her chest, allowing her to run her hands up and down his back and over the back of his head. The last thing he felt was her pressing a kiss to the top of his head before he fell asleep.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x oc #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #oc dakota #oc dakota lowman #august prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[mybulletyourlove]

NEW BOOK!!!!

Fallen Star • tig trager

"𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕"

It was impossible not to fall for him. He was everything she could have wanted and more. Her heart had belonged to him for years whether she liked to admit it or not. And maybe coming back home was all it took for her to realize it. Or maybe she had known it all along.

tig trager x female original character

#sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #samcro #tig trager imagines #tig trager x reader #tig trager #tig trager x oc #jax teller #chibs telford #juice ortiz #gemma teller #clay morrow #opie winston

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The Holiday Bingo Card is Complete!!!!

Here is what we have coming up!

26th Nov: Saint Michael - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns something important to you - BINGO SQUARE: GIFT EXCHANGE

1st Dec: Montana - Cowboy!Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry doesn't expect to receieve a holiday card from you. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY CARDS

2nd Dec: Better - Bobby Goren x Reader - You're trapped in a car with a broken heater in the middle of winter. BINGO SQUARE: SHARING A SCARF

3rd Dec: Look After You - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader - Coco takes care of you when your struck down with a cold. BINGO SQUARE: COLD/FLU SEASON

8th Dec: Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop finds a surprise when he's helping you with the holiday gifts. BINGO SQUARE: HOLIDAY SHOPPING

10th Dec: Home Alone (NSFW) - Priest!Joe x Reader - Joe doesn't expect a guest this Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: SPENDING CHRISTMAS ALONE

11th Dec: Candy Cane - Chibs x Reader - You turn out to be a distraction whilst gift wrapping. BINGO SQUARE: FLANNEL PJS

13th Dec: Heaven in Hiding - Mike Duarte x Reader - You find Mike hiding out during the holiday party. BINGO SQUARE: WORK HOLIDAY PARTY

15th Dec: End of the Line - Hank Loza x Reader - You and Hank make a realisation about your relationship. BINGO SQUARE: HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

16th Dec: Gingerbread - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop comforts you when you discover your limitations. BINGO SQUARE: BAKING

19th Dec: Snow - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop asks you a question that's been on his mind recently. BINGO SQUARE: PLAYING IN THE SNOW

20th Dec: The Fight Before Christmas - Sam Abrams x Reader - Sam and get into a fight after he discovers you've been keeping a secret from him. BINGO SQUARE: THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

23rd Dec: Traditions - Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes overboard on Valeria's first Christmas. BINGO SQUARE: DECORATIONS

24th Dec: Special Delivery - Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as planned. BINGO SQUARE: WINTER CABIN

26th Dec: Hot Chocolate - Alden Parker x Reader - Alden and you discuss what happened a few nights ago. BINGO SQUARE: FIRST SNOW

27th Dec: This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice takes his new years resolution very seriously. BINGO SQUARE: RESOLUTION

28th Dec: LakeTahoe!Series Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader - You meet Manny in a lodge in Lake Tahoe. - Companion piece to End of the Line. BINGO SQUARE: SLEDDING

31st Dec: Fireworks - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza discovers why Ben hates New Year's. BINGO SQUARE: NEW YEARS

2nd Jan: BlackIce!Series Part One: Black Ice - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank returns home after hearing about your accident. BINGO SQUARE: ICE

7th Jan: Mount Shasta (NSFW) - Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Ben surprises Taza with a trip away. BINGO SQUARE: BLIZZARD/SNOWED IN

#taza romero #Manny x reader #frank castle x reader #juice ortiz x reader #alden parker x reader #tig trager x reader #chibs telford x reader #mike duarte x reader #joe velasco x reader #terry bruno x reader #bishop losa x reader #angel reyes x reader #sam abrams x reader #hank loza x reader #bobby goren x reader #coco cruz x reader