he suspected and wanted to see on jax's face when he walked in

Crash into Me (Ch.6)

(Juice x OC Janna)

Special thanks to my girls @juiceboxxortiz & @chaosmieu for the incredible support on this!!

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

The next weeks they would get up and go to work where Janna continued to work well with everyone. Juice kept up with Gemma’s paperwork and Janna would work on Juice’s bike. At the end of each day Janna and Juice would go home and where they would continue to fall harder and harder for one another each day.

Everyone began to notice the two growing closer and closer. “Hey man” Jax came into the shop. “So you and Janna?”

Juice chuckled at his friends utter lack of tact. “Yeah me and Janna.” He smiled.

“So things are going good?”

“I guess man. We haven’t really talked about it.”

“Bro it’s been what? Almost 2 months now?”

“Yeah.. don’t say nothin but my foots fine, been fine for 2 weeks. I just…”

“You don’t want her to go.” Jax finished for him. Juice nodded Jax wanted to help ‘Shit what would Chibs say?’ Their Scottish brother with all the answers was gone on a run to meet with the Irish and Jax was lost… or was he. “Hold up.” And he ran out of the office. Returning a few moments later with the only other man that had any advice worth listening to.

“What the shit boy?” Bobby grumbled.

“Tell him.” Jax said to a very thrown off Juice. “Go ahead.” He prompted.

Jax gave up and filled Bobby in on what was happening. Bobby siged and looked over at their youngest member. “You gotta tell her Juice. And I don’t just mean that you want her to stay. You gotta give it all to her. How you feel that you want her to stay. And not just that.”

“What do you mean?” He had a feeling he knew but he needed to hear it.

“The club boy. You’ve gotta give it to her straight. You can’t promise sunshine and rainbows but you can promise honesty. This life.. it’s all or it’s nothing.”

Juice shook his head knowing full well that Bobby was right. Hell, Bobby was always right.

Janna had just finished stripping Juice’s bike for paint when she felt a presence behind her. Turing around she saw a man with tattoos from the top of his head all the way to his knuckles. “May I help you?”

“You Janna?” At her nod he flipped the tooth pick in his mouth and stepped forward. “Happy” He introduced himself.

“Oh my God! Hi! Yes! Perfect timing I just finished stripping the bike. Did you need a picture? I found some at the house.” Janna rambled on in a flurry sending the Tacoma killers eyebrows to what would’ve been a hair line if he had hair.

Tig was leaned against his bike giggling like an idiot when Bobby and Jax stepped out of the office where they had left Juice with some serious thinking to do. “Do we even wanna know?” Bobby asked knowing a happy Tig usually mean something unpleasant was happening. Tig just kept laughing and pointed.

Following his finger Jax and Bobby saw that in this case at least, his laughter was brought on by just one person’s misfortune. That person was Happy. “Oh man this is too good.”

They watched on betting how long it would take for Happy’s resolve to break and him to snap at the adorable bubble that was a bouncing Janna chatting his head off.

After thirty minutes of still nothing the guys figured Happy was just tougher than he looked in the patience department and gave up all hope of Janna’s bubble being popped when  they saw Happy nod and Janna squeal with delight giving him a peck on the cheek and skipping off in search of Juice.

“What the hell?” Tig looked to Bobby Jax and the prospect who had walked up.

“Maybe he likes her?” Half-Sack butted in.

“Shut up prospect. Don’t you have shit to clean up?” Tig grumbled.

That night Janna woke up to cold sheets. Sitting up she saw Juice’s crutches still by the bed. She decided to investigate and made her way down the hall where she heard humming. Peeking around the corner she saw Juice walking not limping but walking just fine around the kitchen humming along as he made himself a midnight snack. Slipping away she went quietly back to bed a small smile playing at her lips as she thought of only one reason he’d still be faking injuries.

The next morning Juice came hopping down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast. Janna rolled her eyes at his over exaggeration. “If you’re hungry there’s an omelette on the stove.” She smiled at him.

“Uuhh thanks.” He said using the crutches still Janna laughed watching him try to carry his plate and maintain his “limp”. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” She stated “try just walking.”

“I can’t” He shot back.

“Oh we’re still playing this game. I see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm? Nothing babe.” Janna faked innocence.

Juice sighed dropping his chin to his chest and dropping the crutches and walking over to her. “Oh my God Babe!!! It’s a miracle you can walk!!!”

“Ok ok how long have you known?” He gave in.

“I suspected it for a while if mean the actual bruise has nearly faded and there is no way that you still need the crutches when you’ve been getting up on your own. But I went with it not completely sure. However you ruined it for yourself lastnight.” Juice raised his eyebrows smirking at her break down. “Last night I woke suddenly, and so so cold.” She said sadly for dramatic effect. “Reaching out for my lover slash personal space heater I quickly realized I was alone.” Janna faked wiping away a worried tear. Juice just chuckled. “Suddenly I heard a strange noise from the kitchen. Thinking the worst I bravely made my way down the hall. Expecting the blood of my Puerto Rican boy toy strewn all over the kitchen I braced myself to face a malicious intruder. Only instead I found my bronzed bone machine dancing around the kitchen humming, fixing himself a midnight snack.”

Juice was nearly in tears trying to keep from laughing at her outrageous names for him. “You know what the worst part is?”

“What’s that babe?” He couldn’t wait to hear this.

“You don’t even make me a snack while you were in here.” She faked hurt.

“Oh baby I am so sorry. Please tell me how I could ever make it up to you??” He played along.

“Well.. now that you mention it there is one thing but I don’t think you’d be up for it.”

“No babe tell me. Anything you want name it and I’ll make it happen.”


“Anything.” He promised. That was a mistake because a slow smirk started to spread over Janna’s face.

“Well I have always had a fantasy about being a rich lady with a hot pool boy named Miguel.”

“Looks like I’m gonna have to get us a pool the huh?” He smiled finishing his omelette.

Pulling into work without the crutches and Juice driving the truck. Everyone cheered their friend. “Well looks like you’re back on your feet.” Gemma smiled giving Juice a hug. Completely ignoring Janna in the process. “Does this mean you’re back to work too?”

“Yep I’m good to go.”

“Actually Ma we need Juice. You good to ride man?” Jax cut in.

“Yeah but I don’t have my bike fixed yet.”

“Actually…” Janna said with a smirk, and took off running to the garage.

“You didn’t?” Juice followed her into the garage over to the table. Pulling back the tarp Janna revealed Juice’s fully restored bike. “You did!! Holy shit babe this is amazing!”

As the guys helped get the bike down Gemma watched the group suspiciously. “This looks great. But I need Juice, we have a legitimate business we gotta keep up with here.”

“Ow bout Janna keep fillin in? She’s been doing great so far.” Chibs cut in.

“I really don’t mind Gemma. I’ve…”

“I don’t know.” Gemma cut her off “I haven’t been here and how do I know shes actually any good and not just some hot piece for you all to stare at?”

Janna clenched her fists and took a deep breath.   “Ma she’s really is good it’ll be fine.” Jax assured her. “Juice you’re with Chibs. Ope, you’re with me.“  With that the guys made their way to their bikes. Spotting Tig Jax motioned him closer. “Hey do me a favor?”

“Sure man” Tig said wiping his mouth of the candy bar he’d been snacking on.

“Keep an eye on those two.” He indicated to Janna and Gemma.

“No problem.” He assured him.

A few hours and three cars later Janna was underneath an old Carola working the rusty oil plug loose when Gemma came in the garage. “Tiggy I need you to check the breaks on the Buick. I don’t think it was done right they’re still squealing.”

“No no Janna just did that one.” He complained having done this same thing to the Accord Janna had done earlier and finding nothing wrong.

“That’s why I want you to look at it she probably didn’t do it right.”

“FUCK!!” Tig and Gemma turned to see Janna rolling out from under the Carola, blood pouring from over her eye.

Gemma just looked to Tig with raised eyebrows as if to say ‘See? Incompetent’. 

“Ya know? What is your problem?” Janna asked ignoring the blood dripping down from her eye to her neck and down her chest.

“My problem DARLIN” Gemma said sarcastically. “Is little tarts coming in on my boys and using them.”

“USING HIM?!?” Janna yelled

“Yeah USING him. You come in here from off the streets, spread your legs and now your living with him??”

“I didn’t ask to live with him. I caused the accident so I decided to be a decent human being and help him in any way I could.”

“Well he’s all better now?? You can go.” Gemma crossed her arms over her chest.

“That’s not your decision to make. That’s Juice’s and mine and so far he hasn’t asked me to leave…”

“Well that’s because he’s blinded by easy pussy” Gemma cut her off. “He can’t see you for what you really are..”

“Oh and I suppose you think you do?” Janna cut her back off “Let me guess you think I’m just some stupid whore using Juice for what money??” At Gemmas nod of ‘you said it not me’ Janna growled. “You know what you need to pull your tit out of his mouth and let him be the grown ass man that he is and make his own fucking decision.”

Gemma saw red and grabbed a wrench off the table taking a step towards Janna.

“WHOA WHOA WHOA” Tig grabbed Gemma around the waist pulling her back.

“Let her go!” Janna demanded picking up her own wrench. “I ain’t scared of shit. You wanna do this like some back ally street brawl?? Let’s go bitch!!”

“What the hell is this?” Jax came running up with Opie on his heels.

“Jesus” Opie said pulling the wrench out of Janna’s hand and looking at her eye.

“Shit!” Jax said seeing the blood “Ma you didnt..”

Gemma’s eyes went wide at the accusation and she thew her wrench down storming off to the office slamming the door in her wake.

Just then Juice and Chibs pulled up and Janna groaned. Walking in Juice immediately ran to Janna. “Jesus Christ baby what happend?”

“Gemma hit her in the head with a wrench.” Jax supplied.

“No no no” Tig stopped them “Gemma never hit her.”

“He’s right” Janna backed him up. “I did this on my own.” At their confused looks she explained. “Gemma came out while I was under the car and said somethings and … I don’t know.. I got frustrated and yanked on the socket wrench. It slipped.” She ended sheepishly.

“You hit your own face with a socket wrench?” Juice asked her a smirk playing on her lips.

“Keep up the jokes and we’ll see who’s laughing in the end..” She smirked back and leaned in “Miguel.”

The guys were instantly uncomfortable with their flirtatious attitude in the wake of screaming and blood.

“Come on love.” Chibs jumped in. “Let’s patch you up.”

Once Chibs had Janna patched up Juice insisted on driving Janna home on his bike. “But my truck?” She was nervous about riding the bike.

“We’ll get it tonight.” At her quizzical look he siged. “SAMCRO party tonight. You’re prolly gonna have to drive me home anyway.” He smiled holing up the helmet to her. Janna relented and took the helmet.

“Oh my God that wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought.” She giggled as the pulled up. Juice couldn’t help but join in the infectious smiling.

Watching her smiling in the sunshine shaking her hair out huge grin decorating her face. Juice once again found himself thinking she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever had the privilege of seeing.

“Come here.” He said pulling her in for a heated kiss. At Janna’s moan Juice squeezed her a bit tighter to himself, and let his hands roam.

At the clearing of a throat they jumped apart. “Sorry Mr and Mrs Martin.” Janna giggled as Juice pulled her away from the prying eyes of the elderly couple across the street.

Pulling her into the house Juice backed her up against the door. Feeling his lips trail down her neck and his large warm hands spread over her stomach under her shirt Janna was lost in the feel of him. Suddenly like a freight train rushing through her mind a mocking voice brought her back to reality. ‘He’s blinded by easy pussy’ Gemma’s voice mocked. Echoing through her memory.

Janna froze. “Babe you ok?” Juice asked sensing her tension.

“Hmm yeah.” She assured him giving a small peck of a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Are you hungry?” She attempted distraction moving around him and into the kitchen. “We should probably eat and then get ready if we’re going tonight.”

Juice followed her curiously “What’s wrong Janna?”

“Nothing.” She sapped

“Bullshit” He called her out.

“What does it matter?” She huffed “I’m leaving anyway.”

“What?!” He was starting to get pissed. “Why the hell would you leave.”

“Look it’s been fun Juice but we knew this was temporary. I help you get better and then … ”

“And then what Janna? You just gonna leave? Seriously?” They stared at eachother unsure of what to say. “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t know what you want Juice.” She wanted to cry. “You’re just blinded by easy pussy.” Janna mumbled ashamed of what she felt was the truth.

“That’s not you…” he started but Janna cut him off.

“How would you know? Huh? We barely know each other it’s been what? A.. a… a month?”

“Two months.” He corrected. “It’s been two months of you and me 24 fucking 7. And you don’t live with and work with and spend every God damn second of every God damn day  with someone and not get to know them enough to know when their words aren’t their own. If any thing you sound like Ge….” he stopped she sounded like Gemma. “What was it you and Gemma were fighting about.”

“Forget it Juice.” She brushed him off.


Tears were slowly starting to fall down her cheeks. But he couldn’t stop the fear of her leaving him manifesting its self into anger. “I HAVE BEEN FAKING BEING MORE HURT THAN I AM FOR THE PAST 3 WEEKS BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT YOU GONE! JESUS CHRIST JANNA I LOVE YOU!”

Janna froze looking into his eyes. ‘Shit!’ He mentally kicked himself. This was not how this was supposed to happen. He ran a frustrated hand down his face and stormed up to her. Grabbing her face he planted a hard kiss to her mouth. ‘Just one more for the road.’ He thought looking into those mesmerizing eyes trying to remember them as best he could before he never saw them again.

Janna looked into his deep dark eyes full of hurt as his jaw ticked wishing it had words to make her stay while his thumbs brushed away tears from her eyes. Then he was gone.

The next thing she realized was the sound of his bike leaving down the road.
Obsessive - Part 23

How long will The Reader be under SAMCROs watchful eye?

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)


The next couple of weeks dragged on. You were not only miserable, having Juice or Happy in your living room every night, but Juice was acting as if he couldn’t see the hurt all over your face every time you were forced to speak to him. Happy knew exactly what was wrong and had no idea what to do about it. 

You thought, maliciously, that you would hurt him as bad as he hurt you, wanting to tell your dad that he had treated you like a crow eater and made you into a one night stand. Unfortunately your conscience wouldn’t let you do that to him. After all, you still had feelings for him and Clay would murder him, as would Jax, Bobby, Tig and probably the rest of the guys as well. Honestly you were surprised that Happy hadn’t caused a bigger problem with Juice than he had. You noticed they didn’t speak to each other, Juice wouldn’t look him in the eye either, and Happy made comments from time to time that made you feel like he was backing you on the whole ordeal.

You had begun obsessively cleaning again. Your OCD was out of control lately, actually, in overdrive. Nothing was ever right and you cringed any time someone walked in your apartment, disturbing your sense of peace. You realized how calm Juice had made you feel, how his presence had been a positive impact on your rituals, making them less burdensome when he was around. The fact that he had fucked you over made you even more upset upon realizing, though, because now you were obsessive like never before.

Aside from your elevated stress levels, things had started to get back to normal. In fact, none of your things had been touched or moved since the night Juice decided to blow you off. A part of you wondered, in some recess of your brain, if Juice had been moving things just to worry you and stay close to you, and maybe the break in was an isolated incident, but then you remembered the shadow that first night you slept with Juice and you knew someone was definitely still poking around. Now, though, it seemed all of the stalking and whatnot was over with and it was safe to say you were relieved that you would soon be rid of Juan Carlos Ortiz. You had spoken with your dad the day after Juice called you a mistake and told him you felt safe again. It was a lie but you felt it necessary to get away from him after what he did to you, and the longer you had to look at his face the more you wanted to toss him under the bus. Finally, Clay relented, telling you that if nothing strange happened for two weeks he would take everyone except a prospect outside off of you. That was good enough for you.

As the second week since your fall out with Juice and talk with your dad came around, you were eager to hear from Clay as to whether or not he would keep his promise and get Juice away from you. Things were tense in your apartment and it was obvious Happy was not happy about being stuck between the two of you quarreling. Juice had opted to stay outside for the night and you and Happy were inside on the couch watching the History channel when you heard Juice’s cell phone ring from outside. After a moment Juice unlocked the door with his key and opened it, stepping in and completely avoiding your gaze to speak to Happy.

“That was Clay. He wants us at the clubhouse, now. Church. Both of us. He said leave the prospects,” he filled the man beside you in on his conversation. Happy furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you, “You gonna be alright?” he asked and you nodded in return so he shrugged and stood to follow Juice out.

Juice was afraid this would happen. He suspected one of the topics in church was going to be pulling him and Hap off of your detail and he was praying that wasn’t the case. He knew you couldn’t be left alone with that freak able to come and harass you whenever he wanted. Over the last two weeks, Juice had searched for anything that would give him a clue as to who had threatened him, of course turning up short. Whoever the threat was, he knew how to keep a low profile.

He and Happy didn’t speak on the walk to their bikes at all. Happy had made it abundantly clear that what he had done to you was not okay with him and deep down Juice hated himself too. He knew you were trying to act tough, mask the hurt you felt under a hateful glare and generally acting as if he didn’t exist. It was killing him, knowing that he had feelings for you and couldn’t show them. When you turned away from him two weeks ago and he knew you were crying, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to wipe your tears away. It was starting to feel like that’d never happen.

The gavel slammed down and it was like nails on a chalkboard to Juice’s ears. He really didn’t want to be in the chapel at the moment, his brain drowning out Clay and Jax’s voices as he thought about the envelope in his home. The sound of his name snapped him back to reality.

“Juice. You listening?” It was Chibs who sat across from him that was calling his name while everyone else at the table stared.
“Yeah, I’m here,” he sighed, looking up to the head of the table where Clay was sat. 
“You and Happy are going back to your regular schedule. (Y/N) said nothing strange has been going on for a while so it looks like the threat is past,” Clay told him and he nodded slowly in response and the gavel slammed down, releasing the men from their obligations for the day. This was it, Juice thought. He had to talk to Clay, at least tell him that you were still in danger. He just had to figure out how to do that without incriminating himself.

He was still sat in his seat, staring down into his lap when the room cleared, save for Jax and Clay who had their eyes on their Puerto Rican brother.
“What’s going on, Juice?” Jax asked, turning his body towards the younger man.

Juice kept his eyes down for a moment before taking a deep breath and forcing it out, looking up at his President and VP. He lost his nerve. He couldn’t do it, not right now.

“Nothing,” he forced a weak smile and the two officers narrowed their eyes at him but stood anyway, heading out of the chapel and through the bar.

Its not nothing, he thought as he sat alone, staring at the reaper carved into the tabletop, “Its NOT nothing,” he whispered aloud to himself, tapping the wooden surface with this knuckles as the contemplated to himself. Juice knew the only way to protect you was to be with you, and that order had to go through Clay. If he allowed you to spend a night unprotected, anything that happened to you would be his fault. He couldn’t let it happen. He couldn’t allow you to get hurt because he was too afraid to oppose Clay and Jax. 


Imagine: Darby going after you because you’re with Jax. And when you come back all beaten up, Jax does anything he can to make you feel better.
A/N I just started watching Sons of Anarchy and I love it. I just had to write this.

“What happened?” Jax asks with his jaw clenched. He curls his fingers into fists as he watches you. The rest of the club is standing behind him watching you as well. You’ve been beaten and bruised for days. Darby wanted to send a message. Jax has tears in his eyes as he walks over to stand in front of you. 

“Who did this to you, baby?” he mumbles caressing your cheek. Although he’s being gentle it still hurts like hell. Your bottom lip is swollen and has a cut. Your entire body has been beaten and every step you take hurts. 

“Darby,” you croak. All you want is to have a shower and wash away the dried blood and Darby’s hands. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Jax says and you can see the fury burn in his eyes. He’s ready to drive now, but you’ve just gotten back. He can’t leave you. 

“Can you take me inside? I’m not sure if my legs are going to hold me up for much longer,” you whisper and immediately Jax changes into the caring and loving boyfriend you know. He takes you in his arms and carries you inside to his room. Outside you hear some of the motorcycles drive away and you suspect they’re going after Darby. 

“I want a shower,” you whisper with closed eyes. You’re leaning your head against his shoulder as he opens the door to his room. Once in the bathroom he sits you down on the toilet and starts undressing you. This is probably the first time he’s going to see you naked without it being for a sexual purpose. 

“Will you join me?” you say a bit louder. You’re slowly getting your voice back. But the cut on your lip still hurts.

“Of course. Anything you need.” The thing about Jax is that he’s not afraid to defend your honor. If anyone wrongs you, he’ll beat them up and teach them a lesson. To be fair he’s ready to kill them, but the two of you made a deal a long time ago that he doesn’t kill anymore - not for you anyway. But he’ll not just beat them up; he’s there for you. He’s there for you whenever you need him. 

“Thank you.” He strips down and soon enough you’re standing under the steaming water in his arms and you can finally relax. You feel safe in his arms and the feeling overwhelms you. Burrowing your face in shoulder you sob finally letting yourself feel. 

“This will never happen again. I swear to God, I will never let him touch another hair on your head.” Jax is almost shaking with anger, but he doesn’t let go of you. 

“I love you, Jax,” you say. You need him to know that even though what happened to you is a message to Jax, you still love him. 

“I love you, too.”



Hi everyone! This is part one of my first request, I hope you enjoy it 😘😘

You sat in your seat at Church, your stomach aching with nerves. Your hands were clenched into fists and your knuckles were white.
It wasn’t easy being the only female in the Sons Of Anarchy. You had to work harder than the rest to earn your patch, and you knew that not all of your Brothers took you seriously. You killed for them, fought for them, anything you could to prove your worth.
You watched as the rest of the club took their seats. You sat next to Bobby and couldn’t help but notice the empty seat next to you. Juices seat.
Everyone looked at Jax as he took his seat at the head of the table and began to speak.
“There is a rat at our table” he said.
Your heart sank, your worst fear coming true.
Juice had come to you last night and told you everything. He had made a deal with Roosevelt and Potter, stolen the coke and killed Miles to cover himself.
He had suspected that Jax knew, and now you knew that he was right.
You’d been seeing Juice secretly for months now, but you’d never realised what he was doing behind the clubs back. You didn’t like it, no you hated what he’d done. But you understood it. His whole life Juice had wanted to fit in, to have a family. He had found that with the Sons and when that was threatened he panicked.
Your hands shook as you waited for what was coming. You didn’t hear what everyone was saying because you knew what this meant. He had betrayed the club, there was only one way to handle it.
“Let’s vote. Juan Carlos Ortiz to meet Mr Mayhem.” Jax said, his face grim.
You watched as all your brothers voted yes, voted to kill Juice, voted to kill the man you loved.
All faces looked at you and you stood.
“I can’t do this” you said, your voice shaking.
They watched as you removed your kutte, confused looks on all their faces.
“I love Juice. We’ve been together for months. I can’t be a part of this” you said and dropped your kutte on the table before leaving the room.
You could hear the uproar as you walked out the doors.
Gemma looked at you as you passed her, her eyes watching you curiously.
“What’s going on sweetheart?” She asked as you pushed past her.
“I’m sorry, Gem. I have to go” you said and stormed out of the clubhouse.
You sat on your bike and fired her up, buckling your helmet before driving out of TM for the last time.

You ran into your house, you’d seen Juices bike outside so you knew he was there.
He stood when he heard you slam the door.
“Juliet, what are you doing here?” He asked you, worry all over his face. He wrapped his arms around you.
“Get your bags, Juan. We need to hurry” you whispered as you broke away from him and headed to your room. You grabbed all the clothes out of your drawers and wardrobe, tossing them into the duffle bags you’d had out just in case it had turned out like this.
Juice stood in the doorway watching you, unable to move. Your hair was a mess and your face was stressed as you moved around the room, grabbing things off shelves.
“You should stay, I can’t let you go down for my mistakes” he said solemnly.
You stopped moving and turned towards him.
“I will not let them kill you Juan, not until my body is cold. I’m with you”
You turned to the bags and zipped them shut before lifting them and marching towards him.
“We need to go. Now.”
“I love you Juliet”
“I love you too Juan”

Jax stormed into your house, Happy and Chibs right beside him.
They stormed through the house til they reached your room and saw the scattered clothes and empty drawers.
“Shit!” Jax shouted, realising you had ran away with the rat.
“It’s okay Jackie boy, we’ll find them” the blond president nodded, and walked out of the house.

It had been 10 months since you’d left Charming. It hadn’t been easy, you and Juice had spent the first months on the run, shifting from town to town, never believing the club would stop looking for you.
You’d ended up in a small town in Florida, staying at a cheap motel that became your home.
You got a job at a local supermarket and Juice found work at a video game store, which he loved.
That night, you were sat in front of the tv, absentmindedly rubbing your small bump. You were four months pregnant.
Juice was ecstatic when you told him, and went straight into fussing over you.
You both knew it wasn’t ideal, you both wanted kids and you knew he’d be a great father, but starting a family on the run wasn’t exactly the plan.
You watched as the lotto draw came on the screen. You never really cared for the gambling, but you’d bought a ticket today, deciding to Try your luck. The numbers began to appear on the screen for the jackpot and you grabbed the ticket next to you.
Your mouth dropped as you stared between the ticket and the screen, your heart beating out of control.
“Juan!” You screamed.
He came running out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him loosely.
“What is it? Is it the baby?” He asked as he knelt beside you, still wet from his shower.
You couldn’t speak, just stared at the ticket in your hands.
“Juliet! What’s wrong?”
“Juan” you whispered before shoving the ticket in his face.
He looked at you confused before looking at the ticket. He raised an eyebrow and you pointed at the screen.
His mouth dropped and his eyes went wide.
“Does this mean..”
“We won Juan! We won!” You screamed and threw your arms around him.
He stared at the numbers on the screen again.
You’d just won $670,000

You woke up a year later, to the sound of your screaming daughter.
You rolled over and looked at the clock next to you: four in the morning.
You groaned and sat up.
“Stay babe, I got her” you smiled at Juice and watched as he got up, wearing only his boxers and walked into the nursery.
After you won the lotto, Juice had played the stock markets, tripling your money overnight.
He did this the whole time you were pregnant and now you had enough money to never work another day.
You’d bought a mansion in Florida, making sure to put everything in your daughters name, Isabella Jones, still nervous the club could find you.
You’d decided to use your mothers maiden name as her surname. You didn’t want to risk the club finding out and you’d left both yours and Juices names off her birth certificate.
You laid back in your king bed, stretching and looking up at the beautiful white ceilings and hanging chandeliers. Who woulda thought a girl like you would end up with chandeliers in her goddamn bedroom.
You heard Juice talking to Isabella in the next room, her nursery.
You knew you wouldn’t get back to sleep so you stood, your feet touching the soft white carpet, and walked in.
It was a real princess room, Juice had picked out everything, from the pink wall paper, to the four poster bed, with pink and white silk draped over it that she wouldn’t even use for a few more years.
You smiled as you watched them.
He held her to his chest, rocking her gently and telling her stories.
He spotted you watching him and smiled widely. God, you’d never get sick of that smile.
You walked over and wrapped your arms around them, kissing her forehead.
“I love you Juan. I love you Isabella” you cooed.
He smiled at you “we love you too mommy”

That night you and Juice were curled up on the couch, next to the cracking fire and watching your tv. Your tv that filled half the wall, that is.
You were waiting for the chinese you’d ordered to arrive. You had hired staff when you bought the mansion, mostly locals, but you’d let them have the day off, enjoying having the house to yourselves.
You heard a knock and Juice stood.
“Chinese is here” he grinned at you as he dropped your hands and walked into the foyer.
You heard the door open.
A minute passed and he hadn’t returned.
“Juice?” You called, standing and heading to the foyer to see what was taking him so long. “Is the Chinese here?”
He stood on the marble tiles, frozen in place.
You looked at him and walked over to the hall table that stood against the large oak walls. You quietly opened the drawer and grabbed the gun inside. Never taking your eyes off Juice.
“It’s not Chinese,” he whispered, still not moving.
You walked over quietly and stepped behind Juice, your gun pointed.
Your heart dropped as you looked into a face you never thought you’d see again.
The face of Jax Teller.

High Women Tell No Tales-Sons of Anarchy Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: some swearing and violence

A/N: it’s going to be another general imagine since not enough people voted for a particular pairing.

Originally posted by karladahmer

 All Y/N could feel was pain, a deep throbbing, annoying ache that reverberated throughout her entire body. For a second, she thought it hurt to blink, but she realized it was just her imagination. She glanced around her surroundings for a second before recognizing that the white walls and the monitor beeping next to her signaled that she was, indeed, in the local Charming hospital.

   “Crap,” she muttered.

   “Sleeping Beauty finally woke up.” Y/N winced as she turned her head slightly to see Jax sitting in the chair next to her bed. His shoulder length blonde hair was messy and his eyes had bags underneath them.

   “You look like sh-t,” Y/N said.

   “Well, I was up most of the night worrying about you, like the rest of SAMCRO,” Jax said.

    “Where are they?”

    “In the waiting room. Tara is making us take turns to see you.”

    “Sounds like her.” 

   Jax stood up, walked to Y/N, and ran a hand over her head. “What happened to you?”

   Y/N swallowed as she tried to remember what exactly had landed her in the hospital. “Me and Y/B/F/N and her roommate went to this bar near the strip. There were a lot of drinks and bikers around.”

   “Did someone in particular catch your attention?” Jax asked.

   Y/N closed her eyes and remembered a hazy, red-colored view of a large man in a biker jacket. He had stereotypical biker tattoos and he wore a dark scarf around his hair. 

    “All I know is that he smelled like Miller Light and had a deep voice.”

    “We’re gonna catch this guy, Y/N, I swear,” Jax said, anger seeping into his voice.

    “If I can remember anything. You talked to the guys in Vegas, yet?”

    “We’re waiting for an update.”

    Y/N tried to relax against the pillows but hissed in pain. “Where’s the doc with my pain meds?”
    Right at that moment, Tara walked in, hands shoved into the pockets of her scrubs pants. “I’m right here and I’m guessing you are not feeling well.”

    “I want all the painkillers you have: morphine, Vicodin, whatever,” Y/N groaned.

     Tara walked over to the other side of Y/N and she examined her wounds. “Well, it looks like you’re healing up nicely but you’ll have to stay here for the next couple of days for observation.”

    “That makes me a virtual sitting duck,” Y/N said.

    “No, we have adequate security to keep you safe,” Tara said in an attempt to be comforting.

    “Whoever did this to her will probably be able to get past your security, Tara,” Jax said. “I’ll have a couple of guys stick around here to watch her.”

   “Or, someone could just give me a gun or bat and I’d be equipped to protect myself,” Y/N said.

    “No way. You are not in any condition to wield any sort of weapon let alone stand up,” Tara said.

   Y/N grumbled. “I hate hospitals.”

  “We know,” Jax said.

  “I’ll have a nurse come in with your meds, okay?” Tara said.

  “They better be strong enough to knock me out,” Y/N said.

  “We’ll see.”
  Jax leaned down to Y/N. “I gotta go now. Try not to get too high off of your meds.”

   “No promises.”

   Tara pursed her lips as Jax kissed the top of Y/N’s head before walking out of the room with him. “So, you haven’t had any updates on who could’ve done this to her?”

    “We’re working on it. You just have to focus on getting her better and keeping Unser and the other cops away from her. They’ll screw everything up investigating this,” Jax said.

   “I’ll do my best, but I don’t know how much I can do to keep them from seeing her,” Tara said. 

   Jax simply nodded and they continued walking back to the waiting room. Juice was passed out in his seat; Tig was fiddling with his thumbs; Chibs was fake reading some magazine; and Opie looked worried. Gemma and Clay were no where to be seen.

   “Hey, where’d my mom and Clay go?” Jax asked Opie.

   Opie blinked and looked up at Jax. “Your mom’s outside smoking and Clay left to call around. How is she?”
   “She’s awake but she doesn’t remember much,” Jax said.

    “Poor lass. We’re gonna have to teach whoever did this a lesson,” Chibs said.

    “Yeah, if we can find them.” Tig elbowed Juice and he jumped up.

    “Wh-what happened?” Juice asked.

    “She’s awake but Tara’s about to give her some meds to get rid of the pain so there’s no use in anyone else going to talk to her right now,” Jax said.

    “Oh, that’s convenient: Y/N gets drugged up only after you see her.” 

   “I didn’t make the call, Tara did. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Juice.”

   “Too late,” Tig muttered.

    The other guys burst out laughing while Juice chose to punch Tig in the arm.

    “Anyway, we have to have some of the guys stay here just in case whoever attacked Y/N tries to come back. I don’t think she saw anything she wasn’t supposed to but she also doesn’t remember much.”

    “I’ll stay,” Juice said.

    “I might as well too,” Opie said.

    “Great, the rest of us’ll help Clay and the others find the son of a b-tch who tried to mess with our Y/N,” Jax said.

    The other men nodded.

    “The only other thing we have to worry about is the cops. Even though they hate us, they’re obligated to investigate something like this. When they come in, try not to bust their balls too much. Besides, Y/N knows how to handle them anyway. The main priority is to keep her safe and to catch the people who landed her in here. Understood?” Jax asked.


    Back in her room, Y/N couldn’t feel any pain. She felt numb and light thanks to the morphine. She would’ve tried escaping from the hospital then, but the numbness and cords attached to her helped keep her down. Though she was fully conscious, she felt the meds lead her into some sort of dreamlike haze. Soon, she was no longer in the hospital but back in that dimly lit bar in Vegas.

    “Y/N, what are you doing?” Y/B/F/N asked through a laugh.

    The music was loud and Y/N couldn’t tell whether it was country or rap. The people in the small bar were dancing and it was hot and sweaty. Y/N was standing on the bar, dancing and waving her hands above her head.

    “Living!” Y/N shouted.

   She tossed back another shot of tequila, grinning at the burning sensation as it ran down her throat. She spun around on the bar, men and women yelled at her and she couldn’t tell whether it was out of praise or drunken belligerence.It had been years since Y/N had danced on a bar without trying to get tips from drunken bikers. She felt calm and free.

    “Nice moves, little lady,” some man with dark hair and piercing gray eyes said.

    “I know,” Y/N said.

    “Why don’t you come down here and be my partner.” He had a thick southern accent and he wasn’t terrible looking at all. Then again, tequila made everyone look good to Y/N.

    “Make me,” she teased.

    Swiftly, the man grabbed her and pulled her down from the bar, ignoring the playful swats Y/N gave him. He set her on her feet and they began dancing. He wore all black and some sort of black leather vest. 

    “You’re not too bad yourself,” Y/N called over the music. 


    Suddenly, Y/N was out in the parking lot, her two friends trailing behind her. The guy she had danced with was gone and she was ready to go back to her hotel. Y/N bumped into someone and shoved them away.

    “Watch where you’re going!” she snapped.

    “Y/N, shut up,” Y/B/F/N’s roommate warned.

    But her warning fell on deaf ears. Y/N hadn’t picked a fight since she came to Vegas and she was itching to punch someone, anyone. The man turned around but Y/N couldn’t make out his face or anything.

    “What did you say, b-tch?” 

    And then, Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she jumped a little when she realized Juice was standing by her door. 

    “Hey, Y/N,” Juice said. “How are you feeling?”

    “Great, Nurse Ratchet gave me some drugs.” Y/N lifted the hand that had the IV in it and beckoned to Juice. “Come closer.”

    Juice hesitated before walking closer to Y/N. He looked worried and angry at the same time. “I’m not really supposed to be in here, you know. I just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

    “I’m great,” Y/N said with a laugh. 

    “You look good, you always look good,” Juice said.

    “Don’t flirt with me right now, I’m hideous.” Y/N covered her face with her hands.

   “No, you’re not. Listen to me, Jax, Clay, and Tig are looking for the bastard that did this to you. Opie and I are staying here in case they come back. The cops might come to interview you but hopefully you won’t be as high as you are right now if that happens,” Juice said.

   However, he knew his words were falling on deaf ears as Y/N cocked her head at him in confusion. This was definitely going well.

   “Redneck,” Y/N said.

   “They’re looking for a redneck,” Y/N said slowly, sounding more sleepy.  

   Juice’s eyes widened and he leaned forward. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

   “I got into a fight with a redneck at…at the bar.”
   “Do you remember what he looked like?”

    “Bigger than Opie,” Y/N said with a giggle. “I’m gonna go to sleep now.”

    “Y/N,” Juice hissed.

    However, Y/N had already drifted back to sleep. Juice sighed as he stood. Hopefully, Y/N really had realized something in her high state because this information did help narrow down suspects. Juice walked into the hallway and ran right into Tara.

   “Why are you just leaving Y/N’s room?” Tara demanded quietly.

   “Don’t worry about it, doc, it’s all under control,” he said.

   Tara stopped him from getting past her. “Look, Y/N’s my friend too and I’m trying to help her get better. You trying to talk to her while she needs rest is not helping. I’ll let you know when you can talk to her again.”

   “Whatever you say, doc.” Juice smirked at her as he continued walking into the waiting room.

   Opie stood. “Did she say anything?”

  “She said that it was a redneck and I think she might be telling the truth. She is on morphine after all.”

   “Alright, I’ll call Clay. Hopefully, it’s a solid lead,” Opie said.

   “Yeah,” Juice said, “hopefully.”

Request: Please, don’t go

Request: The reader receives a letter from her work in which she gets an offer to work in New York, Juice finds out and they fight?

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

You were already awake, watching him sleep. His head was resting over your stomach, his arms wrapped around you as he slept. Juice had tossed and turned last night in bed, not able to sleep. You had calmed him down, caressing his scalp as he hugged you, slowly diving into sleep. His anxiety was in stratospheric levels lately, the spotless house was an evidence of it.

He groaned and slid his hand over your belly, waking up. You smiled, seeing Juice stretch on bed and look up at you, “Morning gorgeous”.

“Morning love”, you caressing his cheek. “I’m glad to see you got some sleep”

“Yeah”, he laid facing you, pulling your body to his. “Thanks to you baby. You always calm me down. I don’t know what I’d do without you”

“I love you Juan”, you whispered, cupping his face. “I’ll always be here baby, always”

You made sweet love, ignoring the alarm for a while before get up for another day.


You were in a meeting when the intern passed by your office, letting the mail, so the letters were under your door when you opened it. Careful not to step over them, you knelt to catch the envelopes, looking each one of them, stopping when you saw the company logo.

It was a letter from your boss. You slowly sat on your chair, covering your mouth. It was an offer to work in New York!

You liked you job, the money was good and you had time to be with Juice and your friends. You also knew that the company was expanding, but you hadn’t applied to any spot, you didn’t want to leave Charming. Everybody always said you were a hard working person and you had no problems at your job, so this might be for your effort on the company. It was a big opportunity, for sure, but all you could think about was Juice and the family you had in Charming.

You let all the mail over your desk, closed the door, took the elevator, going to decide your future before lunch.


Juice had been typing in his laptop all morning, trying to find some information for the club. Clay and Jax were trying to solve this problem before it got out of control and they had to face another lockdown. He was nervous about it, seeing what club problems were doing with the VP’s family. He didn’t want to go through that, he knew how much you hated lockdowns and only God knew when you could get tired of that life. That was his constant fear; lose you, the best thing that had happened in his life.

Church was over now and he was feeling better, problems giving the club a rest for a while. Juice thought that would be nice to have lunch together, so he decided to surprise you, showing up at work. The receptionist tried to call you, but she got no response. Juice decided to wait there for a while before try to call you; he didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

“Hey Juan”, he heard someone calling. “It’s Juan, right?”

“Yes, it is”, he answered, but didn’t smiled back to the man in front of him. It was some guy named Mike or Mitch…He didn’t know, but he hated the guy, a jerk who was always looking at your butt when you weren’t looking.

“You came to see Y/N?”, Mike/Mitch smiled wider. “You guys decided to celebrate with lunch? Good choice! I have a recommendation, if…”

“Celebrate?”, Juice cut off the guy.

“Yes”, he thought there was a mischievous look in that guy’s face, but decided to ignore it in that moment. “I heard she got a letter today, a promotion. You must be happy, New York is a big change, but also a big chance”

“New York?”, Juice clenched his fists on his sides. What the hell was happening there?

“Yes!”, Mike/Mitch grinned. “Anyway… If you guys need some tips about apartments, let me know. I got the number of a guy…”

Juice wasn’t listening anymore, he only nodded and waited until Mike/Mitch walk away and then left the building. He had lost his appetite.


Thankfully, your boss was very comprehensive and you solved the problem just in time to leave for lunch with your coworkers. The rest of the day was good and you were able to leave early. You were planning to make a nice dinner for Juice, maybe his favorite food and then relax on the couch. Well, if he wasn’t busy with club business, of course. You suspected that the problem were club business, things that were worrying him and not letting Juice sleep well lately. You stopped at the supermarket to buy a few missing ingredients and drove home, just to be surprised seeing Juice’s bike at the driveway.

“Juan!”, you called out when you opened the front door, but got no response. You put your purse at the table and that was when you noticed the bags next to it.

“I packed your things”, you looked up to see Juice standing there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes red.

“My things?”, you creased your brow, completely confused. “What is happening?”

“I thought that… Since you are so eager to move out, I should help…”, he said between teeth, his jaw clenched hard. “I only forgot one thing… You tickets to New York”

“New York?”, you tried to touch him, but Juice took a step backwards. “What are you…?”

You suddenly realized what was happening and that somehow, Juice knew about the promotion. You could see he was angry and nervous; you would need all your patience to put some sense back in his mind.

“Apparently, you already know about the offer I got”, you calmly said.

“Yes”, he barked. “I was at your office, thinking about surprise you for lunch when saw Mike…Mitch… Whoever he is, and that jerk told me about it”

“So… You got angry, left without talk to me, came home and packed my things?”, you raised a finger for every action as you spoke. “You only have Mitch’s word, which you believe more than your old lady’s word”

“Why would he lie?”, Juice was losing control, fast.

“Mitch is a jerk, you just said it”, you crossed your arms too. “I know you freaked out, but maybe you should have waited for me, listen the whole story from my mouth!”

“What story?”, Juice raised his voice, uncrossing his arms, his fists clenched on his sides. “The story about my ruined life? The story about how you said always would be here, but it was lie!”

“No!”, you lost it. You couldn’t stand this irrational Juan, no matter how much your loved him. “The story about how I meant it and about a promotion that I refused”

“Refused?”, he creased his brows, now finally listen to you.

“Yes”, you sighed. “I got the letter this morning. I didn’t know other people knew about it until I left for lunch with my coworkers. As soon as I got it, I went to my boss’ office. I talked to him and refused the promotion. I didn’t apply for that job, I earned it, but I don’t want it”

“So… You didn’t ask for this job in New York?”, Juice’s voice was low, careful.

“No”, you let your arms fall down your sides. “I don’t want another job, I’m happy in this one. I’m not leaving Charming. I’m not leaving YOU”

“Jesus!”, Juice closed his eyes, letting out his breath and then ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body. “Forgive me, please baby. Forgive me for being a paranoid, a jerk…”

“It’s okay”, you whispered. He was hiding his face on the crook of your neck as you caressed his scalp. Yes, we was paranoid and sometimes it was hard to keep up with it, but you loved him and you had went through so much together.

“I freaked out”, Juice said, his voice muffled on your neck. “I can’t lose you baby. I was worried about the club, about another lockdown and you getting tired of this life, of me…”

You pulled back, cupping his face and locking your eyes with his, “Listen to me Juan. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

“Okay”, he mumbled and crushed his lips on yours. You held his neck, enjoying his kiss, his touch. “So… Do you forgive me?”

“Yes”, you smiled, your arms still around his neck. “Well… I probably should make you put all my things back on the closet”

“Absolutely”, he nodded. “I’ll do it now”

“No”, you held him, no letting Juice go. “Later. Now, I want a proper apology”

“I have an idea”, Juice smirked and lifted you, walking towards the bedroom, a place you surely never wanted to leave.

Juice deserves to be happy. ❤️


[[ Request: imagine where the guys rescue you from a dangerous situation and juice is the one to get you out and take you back to the clubhouse and keep you safe and you both kinda fall for each other ]] - I decided to make this one kind of fluffy, because Juice is adorable, and I just really like to see him happy. 💘

“You okay?” 

You looked up, eyes wide. 

Today had been the day from hell, and you were still shaken. You nodded your head at Jax and took a deep, shaky breath. You were trying your best to calm your nerves, but it just wasn’t happening. You had been at home, minding your own business and going about your day just like it was any other day. That is until you heard the sound of someone kicking in your front door. You ran to the bedroom and hid in the closet, listening to the sound of several sets of feet stomping noisily through your home. You called Jax in a panic. You were close with the MC. That was no secret around Charming. And you knew this was more than likely some rival MC retaliation. Your voice shook as you hurriedly whispered into your phone, telling Jax exactly what was happening and praying the people in your home didn’t hear you. The next thing you remember is hearing the low rumble of motorcycles in your yard, shortly followed by yelling and a few silenced gunshots. You heard footsteps running towards your room, and Juice had stormed in, pulling you out of the closet and looking you up and down to make sure you weren’t hurt. It turned out to be Mayan retaliation, just as you’d suspected. The guys had handled it, and you were safe now, back at the Sons clubhouse. But you were still terrified after the day’s events. 

Jax patted a hand on your back and placed a friendly kiss on top of your head. “You’re safe now, sweetheart.” He glanced towards the bar. “You wanna stay here tonight? A bunch of the guys will be here to watch over you. Keep you safe.”

You nodded your head. You didn’t want to go back home. Not yet anyway.

Jax smiled lightly and nodded his head. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll get Gemma to set you up a room.” He turned to walk away when Juice walked up.

“What’s up?” Juice asked, glancing down at you and back to Jax. Juice had been the one to save you, and he was the one who brought you back to the clubhouse. You instantly felt safe in his presence.

“Y/N’s staying here tonight,” Jax answered. “I told her we’ll have some of the guys watch over her and make sure she’s safe.” 

Juice nodded his head quickly. “I can stay with her.” 

Jax raised an eyebrow and smiled. He turned to you. “That okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling at Juice. It was more than okay with you. You liked being around Juice. He was cute, funny, sweet, and he made you feel safe. There was no one else you’d rather stay with you.

“Cool.” Juice grinned. “You can stay in my room.” 


“So.” Juice motioned his hands around his room in the clubhouse, flashing you a cheesy grin and shrugging. “This is it.” 

You let out a small laugh and smiled back at him. “It’s lovely.” 

His smile grew. “Yeah?” He placed your bag on the floor by the bed. “I always thought it could use a woman’s touch.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile. Something about Juice made you feel like you were back in elementary school, crushing on the cutest boy in homeroom. Except now, you were a grown woman crushing on a biker with a faux hawk and scalp tattoos. You were sure Juice wasn’t interested in you, at least not in that way. The rest of the guys had always treated you like a little sister. You assumed Juice felt the same way.

“So,” you glanced around the room. “I’m sleeping in here?” 

Juice nodded his head. 

“Where will you be?” 

“Oh, uh,” Juice motioned to the door. “I’ll crash on one of the couches or something.” 

“You could stay in here,” you suggested, biting your lip. “With me.” 

He raised his eyebrows, and his mouth opened in surprise. “Oh. Uh - “

You felt your cheeks turn pink and immediately wished you hadn’t said anything. “I just - I meant because I’m still kind of freaked out, and I - “ you paused and shifted your eyes to the floor. “It’s just, I would feel safer if you were in here. With me.” 

You looked up to see Juice smiling at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “Yeah.” He nodded his head. “Sure. I can stay in here.”


You woke up the next morning with a sugar hangover and an arm thrown lazily across your waist. You rolled over to see Juice asleep beside you, his head buried in a pillow.

You and Juice had sat on the floor in front of the bed all night watching movies. The two of you had talked and joked around for hours. You had laughed so hard, your stomach ached. The more you talked with him, the more you realized you had in common with him. You felt yourself falling for Juice. You had always thought he was cute, but now you felt yourself making this new connection with him. And he felt it too. He had been watching you all night, though you hadn’t noticed. He felt himself falling for you, and he knew he was going to fall hard. He knew he could love you, if you ever gave him the chance. He hoped you would give him a chance.

You thought of the ridiculous grins plastered on both of your faces for the entire night. You hadn’t stopped smiling from the moment you talked Juice into staying with you. Your cheeks still ached in the happiest way, and you loved it. 

You felt your heart flutter as you remembered how Juice had shifted his position on the floor and scooted himself closer to you. You had pretended not to notice and tried to hide your smile, but you knew he could still see the happiness twinkling in your eyes. Juice had reached out suddenly and grabbed your hand, taking you totally by surprise. He had turned to look at you and grinned. You remembered how gently he had squeezed your hand. When you asked him why he grabbed your hand, he shrugged and answered “just because”.

Juice snored softly beside you, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to the present. You watched him sleep for a few moments. He looked so peaceful and innocent. You smiled lovingly and leaned down to place a kiss on top of his head. 

He let out a deep, muffled sigh and wrapped both arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “Good morning,” he mumbled sleepily. He lifted his head from the pillow and smiled at you before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You melted into him and snuggled closer, sighing in content. This felt like the beginning of something really great.