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Love Letter: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader
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References to:
Safe - Chibs patches you up after a bad night.
Gunpowder & Lead - Chibs searches for you in the aftermath of Safe.
Home - Chibs decides to take you home. - Companion piece to Safe and Gunpowder & Lead
By the time your letter arrives in the mail Juice has already gone completely off the rails. He spends his nights partying, drinking himself into oblivion and taking a concoction of drugs that even Tig wouldn’t have touched during his wild years.
When he’s not at the clubhouse getting fucked, he’s doing his own fucking back at Diosa. He’s slept with countless women over the past couple of months and none of them get the memory of you out of his head.
It's not your absence that kills him, although that’s part of it. It’s the guilt. He’s the one that put you back on your husband’s radar, the one that insisted you submit that painting into the competition, the one who’d encouraged you to have your picture taken with it.
He recognises your handwriting as soon as he finds the envelop in his mailbox. His thumb chases over the cursive loops before he tucks it underneathe the stack of motorcycle magazines on the coffee table. He knows it’s just a rehash of the phone conversation you had. He can’t stand to go through it again, but he also can’t bring himself to throw it away.
It’s Chibs that finds the letter.
He knows what a man in crisis looks like and he can see that Juice is starting to circle the drain. How it happens doesn’t matter, OD, bar fight, liver failure, the point is it’s doing to happen, and Chibs can’t stand the thought of it.
When he drags Juice home from the clubhouse that night and puts him to bed, he surveys the mess with a sigh. There’s empty beer bottles and take away containers all over the place. A dozen of empty mugs he’s been using as ashtrays. The kid Chibs knows is practically OCD to the point of making sure the tins in his cupboard face the right way, the mess is a sure sign that Juice is struggling.
It's when he starts cleaning up that he comes across the envelop. He tears it open because at this point, he’s looking for some insight because Juice hasn’t been forthcoming. He knows you’ve left but as to the circumstances, the younger man refuses to talk about it.
It’s as he reads the letter than he understands what happened. It’s an echo of his own past, of the night Evelyn turned up at his door with bruises on her face because her divorce had gone through, and her ex had turned up at the house that night.
The difference between you and Evelyn…
She knew she couldn’t outrun that monster, so she’d taken matters into her own hands. She’d been prepared to go to prison for it until he’d stepped in.
You…
You didn’t have it in you. Evelyn was tempered steel underneathe all that silk and litigation. You’re all heart, soft and artistic, the perfect partner for someone like Juice. Chibs sighs before he lays out the letter on the coffee table. Juice needs to read this, he needs to know that it isn’t his fault, that you don’t blame him for what happened because that’s what’s fuelling his self-destructiveness, the guilt of it all.
When the younger man wakes up the next morning, he doesn’t expect to find Chib’s in his kitchen. His head is pounding and there’s that agony in his chest, the one he wakes up with every single morning.
“Sit.” Chibs says, pushing a fresh mug of coffee towards Juice.
Even in his most rebellious moments, he still respects his president. He does as he’s told, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug before bowing his head and staring into the dark liquid.
“You need to read this.” Chibs says, setting the letter down in front of the younger man. He sees Juice’s gaze flicker up to study the writing before his lips purse together grimly.
“No.” He says shaking his head, shoving the letter away from him.
“Lad…” Chibs says firmly before using his fingertips to slide the letter back. “Read it.”
It takes Juice almost five minutes to get through it, because he finds himself re-reading parts of it over and over again, trying to absorb the words, to believe them.
It’s not your fault.
I still love you.
I’ll always love you.
It’s like a dam breaks inside of him and all of that emotion he’s been repressing, it comes rushing to the surface like a flood. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that leak down his cheeks but not before one falls onto the letter, staining the ink that’s embedded in the paper.
“I thought it was my fault.” He finds himself saying as he sets the letter back down on the table.
“No.” Chibs says, meeting Juice’s gaze. He’s been there himself; he knows the toll that something like this takes on your soul, how it can ravage you, eat you from the inside out. “None of this is your fault.”
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Sweet Dreams: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader
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It’s late when Juice gets in, too late for you to be awake. You’ve left the light on in the porch, the same way you always do every night. Everytime, he sees it, it’s like a beacon calling him home. He’s experienced so much joy here, so much laughter, his life has been brighter since you entered it and he wouldn’t give that up for anything.
He takes care to enter the house quietly, unlacing his boots before he toes out of them. He sets them alongside your smaller shoes, looking down at the row and imagining a third set, a tiny pair of velcros alongside yours. Maybe two or three of you want a larger family, hell, Juice would give you an entire football team if you asked for it.
The low lights are on in the kitchen. There’s a plate covered in foil on the work surface, he peels it back and smiles, finding the remains of a lasagne cooling. He’s too tired to eat, he’s spent the evening cleaning up the scene of Jarry’s murder with Jax and Kozik. Tig had told them to make it look dirty, it wasn’t a hard request especially after they’d discovered the envelope of cash tucked away in driver’s side door. Juice hopes that woman rots in hell, he doesn’t know what she did to Chibs but for him to unload an entire clip into her, it had to have been bad.
He puts the plate away in the fridge before stripping off his kutte and hanging it on the back of one of the chairs. He rubs his palm over his weary features, turning off the kitchen lights and heading towards the bedroom.
You’ve left the lamp on for him, or you’ve fallen asleep reading, he isn’t sure which. You’re curled up on your side, facing the window, your book resting on your pillow. He picks it up, reviewing the cover before he sets it down on the nightstand. You look so peaceful right now, he can’t help but smile. It soothes something deep inside his soul to see you so serene.
His fingertips smooth the hair away from your face, his lips brushing over your forehead. You barely stir, you’re too busy wrapped up in whatever you’re dreaming about. Good things he hopes, you deserve all the best of everything.
He strips down to his t-shirt and boxers, tossing his discarded clothes in the hamper before he slips under the sheets. His body curls around yours, his arm wrapping around your waist as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. His lips brush over your skin as he whispers.
“Sweet dreams baby.”
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Juan. Juice. Ortiz. The new guy I fell for thanks to you.
I hope you're good! Could I have number 34 "Oh, she's a little runaway" with him, please? I hesitated with a few other prompts but this one got me curious
The porch light isn’t on when Juice comes home. It’s the first thing he notices because you always leave it on for him, no matter how late he is. In fact, the whole house is shrouded in darkness which is unusual because you don’t have an evening class tonight.
There’s a trepidation in his chest, he can feel the apprehension grow with every footstep he takes. His heart palpitates when he reaches the front door because it isn’t locked and your rigorous about that, you check and double check every single time you’re alone in the house.
There’s a stillness in the building, he can feel it when he steps inside. It’s never felt so empty, so lifeless. He flicks the light on in the hall and already he can see there’s something amiss. Some of your stuff is gone, the important items, things he knows you can’t live without.
It’s when he sees the envelop on the table with his name written on it that his world comes crashing down. His hands are trembling when he picks it up and pulls out the piece of paper tucked inside.
His jaw clenches as he studies it, the paper crumpling in his fist because he knows you wouldn’t leave unless it was for a good reason and this note tells him everything he needs to know.
I’ll call you when I can. x
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Heyyyy girlie👋🏾❤️ I have a request for Juice Ortiz! I know you writing for him but he been on my mind so much from your stories☺️
So my prompt is: #3-Sweet on the tip of my tongue
I can’t wait to see how you bring this to life ✍🏾👏🏾
Juice can never get over how sweet you taste. His tongue runs over your clit as his thumb teases over your entrance, pressing lightly. Your breathing hitches and he knows he has you right where he wants you.
Your fingers thread through his hair and he’s glad he’s grown it out just a little because when you tug it just right, it makes his cock leak all over the sheets. He moans against your cunt, his grip on your thigh tightening as the head of his cock rubs over the fabric underneath. The friction feel so good on his needy dick, his hips thrust against the mattress trying to generate a little more.
One more flick of the tongue and you are done, the ecstasy courses through your body as your back bows and his name rolls off his lips. He can feel your clenching just a little against his thumb and he smiles to himself because his girl is ready for the rest of him and he can’t wait to get inside you.
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Could I please have “She tastes like the sunshine kissing me” with Juice? Thank you!
It’s a balmy afternoon in May when you have your first kiss with Juice.
The two of you are lying on a picnic blanket in the Botanical Gardens, the flowers around you erupting in bloom as the warmth from the sunshine bathes your skin. He looks so relaxed lying there beside you, sunglasses perched on his features, his palm resting upon his stomach.
You’ve been meeting up for a couple of weeks now, taking things slow but the truth is when you’re with Juice, you feel alive for the first time in years.
His eyes are closed when you kiss him. He doesn’t expect it, but he welcomes it because he’s tried to hard to be a gentleman up until now.
Your lips are soft when they caress his, full of a tenderness he hasn’t experienced with any other woman. You taste like strawberries from the lip balm you’d applied earlier, and he savours the sensation because kissing you is better than anything he could have imagined. His thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek and he smiles against your mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “I just didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t ready for.”
“I know.” You whisper as he clasps your palm to his chest. “But I want you Juan, I want you all the god damn time.”
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