Juan-Carlos

Vicious Cycle

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Author’s Note: This is a Juan-Carlos “Juice” Ortiz Imagine based on You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi as requested by a wonderful Nonny, as well as the fourth and final imagine for Tune Tuesday. This imagine is all sorts of Smut -Tastic so if that’s not your sort of thing, his is not the imagine for you and naturally it is rated M. Hope you all enjoy!


Vicious Cycle

-XX-

Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
Darling, you give love a bad name…

An angel’s smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven, then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion’s a prison, you can’t break free
Oh, oh, you’re a loaded gun (yeah)
Oh, oh, there’s nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
You give love a bad name (bad name)
I play my part
And you play your game
You give love a bad name (bad name)
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name

-XX-

His jaw clenches as soon as he sees her. As much as he wants to hate her, and God knows he does, he can’t. All she has to do is smile and he’s falling all over himself again. Her lips are painted an inviting shade of pink and because when he licks his lips he can remember all too well what she tastes like he feels himself going rock hard in his jeans.

He’s been in love with for as long as he can remember and they’ve danced around one another long enough, and if he’s being honest he’s sick of the vicious cycle they’ve found themselves in.

“Brenna,” he calls her name, pitching his voice over the noise. She hears him, her eyes finding his as she sips from her drink and with anticipation building in him he watches her excuse herself from the group of friends she’s came here with. His eyes stay on her as she walks to the front of the crowded bar, and as soon as she disappears outside he’s not far behind.

-XX-

Paint your smile on your lips
Blood red nails on your fingertips
A school boy’s dream, you act so shy
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye

Oh, oh, you’re a loaded gun
Oh, oh, there’s nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
You give love a bad name (bad name)
I play my part
And you play your game
You give love a bad name (bad name)
You give love… ah!
Oh!

-XX-

“Hey,” her voice is silken and turning his head he finds her in the shadows of the alley. Her dress is a slip of black lacey material that hugs her body like a glove; the dress cut to a deep v between her breasts, material riding high to flirt with the tight skin of her thighs.

He can’t control himself, his lips covering hers possessively as he presses her against the brick wall.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” his confession comes quickly as one of his hands snake up her dress, and he groans, finding her naked underneath. “Fuck.”

“I knew you’d be here tonight,” she whispers as her teeth scrape across his jaw. “I got dressed hoping you’d find a way to get me naked.” She arches against him as he slides his fingers between her slick folds. “Take me home Juan…”

He doesn’t have to be told twice as he takes her hand in his and he leads her to his bike.

::

Her laughter fills the air as he circles her into the apartment, her back bumping against the wall as he shrugs out of his Cut, tossing it gently onto the table beside the door, his lips leaving hers only long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head.

His mouth is hot on hers, and she swears she’s can get drunk off the taste of him. Her fingers are greedy as they feast on his skin.

He turns her, hands cuffing her wrists over her head as his free hand lowers her zipper, tortuously slow, his tongue lighting a trail of fire down her spine, and pulling her dress down to her waist he fills his hands with her breasts, his teeth latching onto her neck.

She moans under him, and he thrives off her responses. He whips her into a frenzy, stopping when he knows she’s on the cusp of an orgasm, smiling darkly when she groans.

He pulls her behind him leading the way to his room and with little warning he pulls her dress the rest of the way down her body so that she stands in front of him in nothing but her heels. She’s vibrating with need, and it’s nice for him to know that he’s not alone in his need.

His eyes stay on hers as he undresses and when he’s completely free of his clothes he lays her down, hands parting her thighs; and when he sinks into her their moans merge together as his hands search hers out, just one more link.

Her breath sobs out of her as he moves inside of her, and he’s completely enthralled by her responsiveness, and when she comes it takes everything in him to not let it end too soon.

“Hold on, just hold on, not yet,” he pants out as he drives into her. “Look at me Brenna, look at me.” Her eyes meet his and as his climax builds to an unbearable high, he whispers the three words he’s been trying so hard to say and just never knew how to.

-XX-

Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part
And you play your game
You give love a bad name (bad name)

Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
You give love a bad name (bad name)
I play my part
And you play your game
You give love a bad name (bad name)
(Whoa) You give love
(Whoa) You give love (bad name)
(Whoa) You give love
(Whoa) You give love (bad name)
(Whoa) You give love
(Whoa) You give love (bad name)
(Whoa) You give love
(Whoa) You give love (bad name)

-XX-

He knew the cycle would just continue as he watches her dress. She’s been quiet and he knows he’s partly to blame. After all who fucking says I love you for the first time while in the middle of sex? An idiot, that’s who.

“When will you be going out again?” he asks as she stands to straighten her dress and with a soft smile she leans over and presses a kiss to his lips.

“Promise to fuck me like that again?” she asks and when he nods she smiles kneeling on the bed to press a kiss to his waiting lips. “Then I might just be going out sooner rather than later. I gotta go.”

“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?”

“I know the way Juan,” she says laughing as she heads for the door, and with her hand on the handle she sends a glance over her shoulder. “By the way, I love you too….”

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It Isn’t Going to Be Me

Originally posted by ignitetheliight

Author’s Note: This is a Herman Kozik Imagine based on Really Don’t Care by Demi Lovato, and the first imagine for Tune Tuesday, as requested by @thejulietfarciertlove. Hope you all enjoy!


It Isn’t Going to Be Me

-XX-

You wanna play, you wanna stay, you wanna have it all
You started messing with my head until I hit a wall
Maybe I should’ve known, maybe I should’ve known
That you would walk, you would walk out the door, hey!
Said we were done, then met someone and rubbed it in my face
Cut to the part, she broke your heart, and then she ran away
I guess you should’ve known, I guess you should’ve known
That I would talk, I would talk

But even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don’t care
Even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don’t care
Oh oh oh I really don’t care

-XX-

“You are unbelievable Herman Kozik!” her voice pierces the darkness as she throws his clothes onto the sidewalk, a sheet clutched tightly to her chest.

“Come on Faith, don’t be mad, it was an accident,” Kozik’s voice slurs as he stumbles to gather his clothes from the pavement.

“You called me by another bitch’s name!” she hisses and because she struggles to keep her calm she takes a deep breath, and for the first time in the six months since she starts on this vicious cycle with Kozik she sees him for what he really is. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Faith…”

“I’m serious Herman,” his name shudders from her lips as she takes a step away from him. “I’m done. Don’t come around anymore.”

“Fine, it won’t be long before you’re crawling back Faith, it never is,” he calls drunkenly as he shoves a leg into his jeans. “Besides, I’ll see you at work in the morning anyways…”

::

She took her time applying her makeup, carefully covering any trace of the tears she shed the night before, and satisfied that it’s as good as it’s going to get she flips the visor in her car up and heads into work. She knows it’s only a matter of time before Kozik will come stumbling out of bed in search of his first cup of coffee, and as much as she wants to stick to routine by having it waiting for him she busies herself elsewhere, and the distraction works, at least momentarily; until she hears a familiar voice giggling in the air.

She turns finding Kozik, arm wrapped snug around a petite blonde.

Jen.

His eyes flash to her, a slow smile forming on his lips, and gritting her teeth she chooses to ignore them. After all they aren’t worth losing a paycheck over.

“Faith, you’ve met Jen haven’t you?” Kozik asks nonchalantly.

“You know very well that I’ve had the misfortune,” she says mildly as she stacks glasses.

“Mind getting my girl a cup of coffee?” he asks and she knows he’s doing this on purpose, trying her patience, trying to get her to break, and when she turns and finds them kissing, the hold on her control snaps.

She slaps two mugs down in front of them effectively pulling them apart, and when their attention is on her she slams the coffee pot down, shattering the glass on the marble counter, sending them both stumbling backwards to avoid the river of hot coffee.

“You want coffee,” she hisses untying the apron from her waist, “pour it your damn self. I fucking quit!”

::

“You quit?” Tara’s voice rings through the line and sighing Faith sinks onto the couch.

“It was on impulse,” she says shaking her head as she looks around. “What the fuck am I going to do Tara?”

“Come to Charming, you can move in with me. Come one, it’ll be fun,” Tara insists and letting out a laugh she has to agree, besides she doesn’t have anything better in mind.

-XX-

I can’t believe I ever stayed up writing songs about you
You don’t deserve to know the way I used to think about you
Oh no not anymore, oh no not anymore
You had your shot, had your shot, but you let go
Now if we meet out on the street I won’t be running scared
I’ll walk right up to you and put one finger in the air
And make you understand, and make you understand
You had your chance, had your chance

But even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don’t care
Even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don’t care
Oh oh oh I really don’t care

-XX-

Charming proved to be the fresh start Faith desperately needed, and with a smile she swings through the shop, calling hello as she goes, and when she’s swept up in Juice’s arms and spun quickly she can’t help the laugh that slips through her lips.

“We still on for tonight?” Juice asks as she settles her onto her feet, and grinning she pinches his cheek playfully.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world Juicy Boy, now get to work,” she says setting back to heading into the office, and once inside she boots up the computer, pressing play on the answering machine. She’s halfway through her morning routine when a voice calls from the door.

“Hey Faith.”

Lifting her head slowly she finds Kozik filling the doorway. It’s been more than a year and in that time she mourned and healed; amazing how the sight of the source of pain can knock a person back a few dozen steps.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she says and when he shoves his hands into his pockets, she shakes her head.

“No, you aren’t going to screw this up for me Kozik. I’ve made a life here, I’m happy here, go back to Tacoma, or go to hell, I don’t care, just go.”

“Faith, I want to talk to you…”

“I’m working,” she says and to put an end to the discussion she crosses to the office door and closes it in his face.

-XX-

Yeah, listen up
Hey, hey, never look back,
Dumb struck boy, ego intact
Look boy, why you so mad
Second guessin’, but should’ve hit that
Hey Demi, you picked the wrong lover
Should’ve picked that one, he’s cuter than the other
I just wanna laugh, cause you’re tryna be a hipster
Kick him to the curb, take a Polaroid picture

-XX-

“Wait, so Kozik is in town?” Tara asks as she pours popcorn into a large bowl, and with a nod Faith tears open a bag of M&M’s adding them to the bowl. “What about Juice?”

“Kozik’s presence has no impact on Juice,” she says firmly as she takes the bowl from her cousin’s hand. “It’s just, awkward.”

“Well, are you really over him?” Tara asks following her into the living room.

“Absolutely,” she says dropping onto the couch. “Doesn’t make it him being in Charming any less weird.”

“True,” Tara agrees as the sound of Jax and Juice’s bikes fill the air. “What are you going to tell Juice?”

“He already knows Tara. I’ve never hidden anything from him,” she says smiling when Juice opens the door. “I’m not going to start now.”

::

They’re halfway through their Saw marathon, and both Tara and Jax are sound asleep while Juice is completely immersed in what he’s watching. She’s trying to focus, but her mind keeps drifting to Kozik. She doesn’t miss him, she hasn’t in a long time; but a part of her, one she thought had been buried deep does seem to ache.

A quick knock on the door pulls her attention and since Juice doesn’t even notice she slips away to answer it. She peeks through the window by the door finding Kozik on the other side and with her eyes rolling to the ceiling she opens the door.

“You know, there was once a time when I lived for the moments that you ended up on my door step and now I wonder how I can get you to go away,” she says, and damn if the smile that forms on his lips still intrigue her, “what do you want Kozik?”

“I just want to talk you,” he insists.

“What could we possibly have to talk about after all this time Kozik?” she asks shaking her head.

“I made a mistake,” he says eyes searching her face, “choosing Jen was a mistake. She was all wrong for me…”

“She broke your heart didn’t she?” she asks and when he rubs at the back of his neck nervously she knows the answer without him having to say a word. “Look, Kozik, as much as I wish I could say I was sorry that Jen screwed you over, I just really don’t care. I might have once, but I’m happy now. I’ve built a life here, a good one with great friends, family, and I have a pretty great guy in there who is more than I could have ever hoped for. I hope someday you find someone Koz, it just, isn’t going to be me.”

“Faith…”

“Bye Koz. Take care of yourself okay?” she closes the door slowly and with her back braced against the wood she takes a steadying breath.

“Hey babe, who was at the door?” Juice asks coming around the corner, and with a smile she shrugs a shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she says taking the hand he reaches out to her. “You better have saved me some red vines.”

-XX-

But even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don’t care
Even if the stars and moon collide
I never want you back into my life
You can take your words and all your lies
Oh oh oh I really don’t care
Oh oh oh I really don’t care

-XX-

You Have to Go

Author’s Note: This is a Juan-Carlos “Juice’ Ortiz imagine based on Almost Lover by Jasmine Thompson as requested by anonymous, as well as request number 3 for Tune Tuesday. Hope you enjoy. I was deep in my feels when I wrote this, so a **tissue warning** is in effect! (Gif is not mind, found it on Giphy so all credit for said Gif goes to the original uploader!)


You Have to Go

-XX-

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swayin’ in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same
For me

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

-XX-

Surrounded by pictures, I stare; memories spread like an ocean around me, and here I am a single lonely island floating somewhere in the middle, trying to make sense of how I could have gotten it all so wrong.

Lifting a photo my fingers brush over his smiling face, and even as a smile teases the corner of my lips, a tear slips down my cheek splashing onto his smiling face.

We’d been so close to having it all, or so I thought.

“What the hell happened to us?” I ask the silence and lifting my face I look around. Traces of him linger in every corner, aside from the hundreds of pictures, I can walk to the closet and find a jacket hanging, upstairs his dresser is still full of his clothes. He’s everywhere, and nowhere all at once, and it’s the emptiest feeling in the world.

::

The sound of the door closing rouses me from sleep and sitting up I find myself on the living room floor, and drawing in a breath his scent still lingers in the air. He was here.

“Juan?” I call out scrambling to my feet and when I manage to get the door open I swear I can hear the roar of his bike, and I can’t help but call after him until my throat is raw and with my heart breaking a little more in my chest I stumble back into the house, eking what little comfort I can from the memories that linger there.

-XX-

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you’d never ever forget these
Images
No
But I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same
For me

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

-XX-

I’m a ghost of myself as I walk into TM; and I know people stare. Partly because their surprised I’m there, partly out of curious pity. I know I’m a mess, but how much can really be expected when I’m only half alive?

“Hope?” Jax’s voice is soft as he approaches, hands circling my shoulders, “Sweetheart, he isn’t here.”

“I know, I just-I can’t be alone,” I say and with an understanding nod he leads me to the quiet of his dorm. “You should lay down for a little while sweetheart.”

“I can’t close my eyes Jax,” I say shaking my head as he tries to get me to lay down. “Every time I do I see Juan.”

“I know darlin’,” he says settling beside me, his hand taking mine gently. Jax has always had a kindness to him, a softness I never understood.

“I just want him to come home,” I admit as exhaustion starts getting the better of me and each time I blink I find it harder and harder to open my eyes again.

“We all do Hope.”

“He danced with me once, on the boardwalk in Venice,” my voice is soft as the memory plays in my mind as my eyes close and I drift into a restless sleep.

-XX-

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So now you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you’re just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life

-XX-

“Juan,” I say his name, lips shaking as I sit on the corner of my bed, “you have to go now. You can’t keep coming back, every time I think I’m getting better, you come back and it hurts all over again.”

Bumps raise on my arms and with eyes sliding shut I know he’s here.

“I won’t ever forget you, but I have to be able to live…” I cry, hands clutching the bed. “I have to find a way to be happy again and that is never going to happen with you still here…I love you, but please, you have to go…”

There’s a lift in the air that loosens the vice grip grief had in my chest and opening my eyes I look around, knowing he’s really gone, and though I find some comfort in that, a part of me knows I’ll be missing him the rest of my life.

-XX-

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

-XX-

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Utterly amazing. Leidy Rivas and Juan Carlos of Cali, Colombia perform at the annual Asia Latin Music & Salsa Festival in Seoul, Korea. Incredibly creative and talented. When I used to salsa dance socially (never a performer/pro), I attended many shows and saw some great stuff. But they are SLAYING and like in the top 5 dance partners I’ve ever seen in my life. 

I love when they get to 1:15 and switch into that clean, rapid footwork that is common to dancers in Cali, CO specifically. My favorite styles of salsa are danced in Cali, Colombia and Havana, Cuba.

He has some killer shines and her flares are great. I love it! I watched a few of their videos last night on YouTube. Amazing.

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Back in the day, the city of Bluefields inspired poets. In truth, it should be paradise, because it sits in an enviable position along Nicaragua’s Caribbean coast.

But as history unfolded, Bluefields became a forgotten city, cut off from the rest of the country by a vast jungle and different culture. As you walk its main street, you feel a struggle: Utility cables crisscross the streets, framing buildings, making them look like they’re sagging under the weight of history. It rains so much that when paint peels off a piece of concrete, it doesn’t take long for moss to set in. And no matter where you are, you’re hit by the stench of open sewers.

Eight out of 10 people in this city are unemployed, yet there are stores everywhere and business seems brisk.

Roberto Campbell, a storekeeper who’s hanging out on a wooden cart, says this place depends fully on the the drug trade.

“It’s not no secret. Everybody knows that,” he says in English. “The big businesses from here, if there are no drugs around, they cannot sell their articles. So when you see things are good, that means drugs are around.”

Nicaragua Follows Its Own Path In Dealing With Drug Traffickers

Photo credit: Juan Carlos for NPR