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Apple Juice (Juice x Reader)

(A/N) : I love me some Juice.

You carefully hid the basket behind you, took a deep breath and went rushing in through the clubhouse’ door.

Tig, Chibs, Jax and your old man, Juice put a pause on their talks when they saw you rushing in- half jumping and half running.

“Woah there lass. Where’s the fire?” Asked the Scottish man who’s accent was something you had come to adore.

“Hey guys.” You smiled and looked over to Juice. You crouched down a little and said, “You’re the best man out there, babe”

The other guys whistled and Tig patted your man’s back, “Looks like you’ll be getting some, brother.”

You rolled your eyes at their teasing and continued to praise Juice who was smiling like the dork he was.

“You know how much I love you, right Juice?”

You brought your face more closer to his with your lips almost touching his, “And I know you love me.” You gave him a peck but before you could continue your mission to seduce your boyfriend he caught up with your task.

He gave you a slight push and asked, “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You asked innocently.

“This is going to be good.” Said the blond man from the audience sitting behind whom you had apparently forgotten about. In response, you stuck your tongue out at Jax.

Looking back at Juice, you saw him waiting for an explanation with one eyebrow raised and arms folded. You sighed.

“Please don’t be mad.”

You pulled the basket from behind you- the very basket which had an adorable little black labrador barely a month old.

The guys just stared.

“Now you decide to shut up.” You grumbled.

“What is that?” Asked Tig, who had finally got over his shock.

“This, dear Tiggy, is a dog.” You beamed at him while he grimaced. “Don’t ever call me Tiggy.”

“What’s his name?”Jax asked the next question.

“Her name, Jackie boy, is Apple.”

“Its Jax, sweetheart. And Apple, seriously?” He snorted, rolling his cigarette in between his fingers.

“Hey! Its a good name.” Juice defended you. Your heart melted right there.

You put the basket in Juice’s lap. You pointed to the dog, “Apple.” and then to Juice, “Juice.”

“Apple Juice is my favourite.”

You took a step back to admire your work. The four men were still trying to process what was happening with their jaws dropped. The only sound was of Apple yipping while playing with Juice’s hand that was holding the basket in place.

The first one to roar with laughter was Tig, followed by Jax and the Scottish Son. Juice was still sitting there with an open mouth.

Tig somehow managed to comment in between his laughing fit,

“Ah! Their puppy love kills me.”

All Night Long

Originally posted by iwishicouldfindthewords

Originally posted by locareprimidas2

Request: Imagine meeting Juice in a carpark at 3am and he’s worried about your safety and it makes you cry a bit because you feel like you have no one to call a friend anymore and Juice stays with you all day.



It wasn’t unusual for your best friend to turn up at your house unannounced. But usually you were home when she did.
You parked your car in the driveway and hopped out, slinging your bag over your shoulder and bumping the door shut with your hip.
Knowing her, she’d probably forgot to pay her power bill or buy groceries and was taking full advantage of your open door policy. You didn’t mind, because when your cupboards weren’t stocked, or your water was running cold you knew you could turn to her.
You only hoped that she hadn’t woken up George. Your fiancé had had a late night at work on the night shift and you had slipped out as silently as you could when you left for work this morning.
But the office had been quiet and your boss had decided to let you all go home early.
You walked quickly to the front door, humming to yourself as you went and you swung the door shut behind you before dropping your bag to the floor.
“You better not be eating my oreos!”
You kicked off your shoes and walked into the lounge.
No one was in there.
You headed for the kitchen and when you saw that it was empty too you frowned and put your hands on your hips.
And that was when you heard it.
A moan.
Coming from down the hall.
You gulped and almost instantly felt sick to your stomach.
With careful footsteps you crept down the hallway.
You took another step.
Another moan.
Two more steps.
“Fuck! Yes!”
One more step.
You stopped outside your bedroom door.
With a shaking hand you turned the door knob slowly, careful not to make any noise.
Another moan.
You took a deep breath and threw the door open.
It was almost comical, the way they jumped,  their eyes open wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Scrambling to grab at the sheets and cover their naked bodies.
Their mouths bobbing open like  fucking goldfish.
Your fiancé, in bed with your best friend. Your best friend, in bed with your fiancé.
Your fiancé.
Your best friend.

You want to deny the nightmare before you; it just had to be a nightmare, right?
Not him. Not her.
You had always thought you’d known what you would do in a situation like this. You thought you’d fly into a rage, pummel his chest with your fists, drag her out of your bed by her hair, scream until your throat was raw.
But you didn’t do any of those things.
You stood, frozen with shock, only able to stare.
In the faint distance you hear George, stuttering his explanation.
The cliche ‘its not what it looks like’ as he stands, clutching the pillow to his crotch as if you’d never seen his dick before.
Now she was scrambling, wrapping the sheet around her naked body as she slid off the bed.
You saw her lips, mouthing ‘it just sort of happened’ and ‘it doesn’t mean anything’ but you didn’t hear her.
You didn’t hear him pleading with you.
Your mind was racing but you still stood, unmoving.
“We didn’t mean for this to happen!”
Something snapped inside you and you slid the ring off your finger, throwing it in his face before clenching your fist and swinging it into his jaw.
“Fuck you!” You screamed.
“Fuck both of you!”


“Come on, (y/n). Cheer up.”
“Cheer up?! Are you fucking kidding me Chelsea?”
Your sister rolled her eyes and slammed another shot before forcing a glass into your hand.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Just ya know, maybe its time to move on.”
“Jesus christ.” You took the shot and gestured to the bartender for another round. “You do realise I was engaged, right? To be married?”
“Look, I get its a shitty situation. He’s a scumbag and she’s a hoe. I get it. But you cant dwell on it forever.”
“Its been a week.”
“Thats six days too long, babe.”
You both took a shot.
“Plus, I never liked him anyway.” She shrugged.
“You didn’t?
“He wasn’t right for you. He wears crocs, (y/n). In public.”
You laughed and took another shot before spinning on your stool and looking around the bar.
“What am i gonna do?”
“Get drunk. Fuck a stranger.” Chelsea shrugged.
“Great advice, sis.” You rolled your eyes. “Really though, where do I go from here?”
Your sister sighed and turned in her seat too and she leant back against the abr.
“Honestly? I don’t know what you’re gonna do. But I know who Im gonna do.”
She winked at you and slinked off her chair, walking confidently to the table at the back of the room, where three guys sat.
You sighed and ordered another shot. For now, you were allowed to feel sorry for yourself.

“Your call has been redirected to a prerecorded voice messaging system. Please-“
You hit end and sighed.
Why was it that no one ever answered the phone when you needed them too.
It was the third number you’d tried. First, you’d tried Sarah, your friend. And then another friend, but she had sent you to voicemal. And then you’d tried Susan from work. God you didn’t even fucking like Susan, but you just needed someone to talk to.
As much as you loved your sister, and her coping methods, you just needed to voice your thoughts.
Nothing was making any sense anymore and no matter how much you drank you couldn’t wipe the memory of that day from replaying in your mind.
You didn’t know which betrayal was worse.
Absentmindedly you rubbed the spot on your finger where your ring used to sit. At least you hadn’t married him yet. Thats gotta be a positive, right? Silver lining or some shit.
“Hurry up!”
You looked up from your spot on the bathroom counter and sighed.
You couldn’t hide in the bathroom of a bar forever.
“Just a sec!”
You splashed some water on your face and dabbed it dry wiht a paper towel before you headed back to the table.
“(Y/n)! Where’d you go?!”
You slid back into the booth next to your drunk sister, who threw her arms around you.
The guys from earlier had been shouting drinks all night, and all though you didn’t mind their company, all you wanted was to hang out with your sister. Alone.
“So, (y/n), tell me about yourself.” The guy in front of you smiled. TIm, you think his name was.
“Id rather not.” You sighed.
Chelsea nudged your arm and you rolled your eyes.
“(Y/n) here just got out of a shitty relationship.”
You frowned and the guys looked at you curiously.
“He cheated on her.” Chelsea whispered, loudly. Vodka always did go straight to her head.
“With her best friend!”
You lifted the glass in front of you and downed it before slamming it down on the table.
“Well you know what they say,” Tim said, a smirk on his face.
You looked at him with raised eye brows, an unamused look on your face.
“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
You grimaced.
“Im going home.”
Chelsea grabbed your arm and tugged you back into your seat but you shook her off.
“Are you coming?”
Chelsea looked between you and the guys who were watching her expectantly.
“Im gonna stay, sis. You should too!”
“Suit yourself.”
You turned your back and headed out of the club, trying- but failing to ignore the laughter coming from the table and tears stung at your eyes.
For a moment you considered ordering another round of drinks and getting black out wasted.
But everything in this bar was becoming too much; the Bon Jovi blasting through the speakers, the clinking of glasses, the raised voices battling to be heard over each other.
You decided against it and headed for the door.
The night air hit you and you tugged your jacket tighter around yourself.
You walked to the carpark and sat down on the curb, pulling out your phone and dialled for a taxi.
The operator told you there’d be an hour wait, and after trying the only other cab company in the area and being told the same thing, you sighed and booked it anyway.
Why had your sister dragged you to the bar furthest from your motel?!
It was too far to walk, and you didn’t really have the energy.
Looks like you’d just have to wait.


You tried the lighter again, hoping desperately to see a flame but just like last time the lighter sparked before dying out.
“Need a light?”
You jumped and turned to look behind you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just um.. I have a lighter,” The guy said, holding out an old zippo lighter and a warm smile on his face.
You flashed him a smile and took the lighter. Your hand met his and you couldn’t help but notice how warm they were.
You lit your cigarette. It was your fifth smoke since you’d come outside but you always smoked like a prostitute when you were angry. or nervous. Or drunk, for that matter.
“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked.
You passed the lighter back to him and he shoved it deep into the pocket of his hoodie.
“Cab.” You answered and took a long drive. “They said it’d be an hour. But that was well over an hour ago.”
“Huh.” He sat down next to you.
You turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, I’ll wait with you.”
“Its okay. I’ll be fine, really.”
“I dont mind.” His smile was warm and he seemed genuine. You shrugged and he pulled his own pack of cigarettes out of his pockets.
You looked at him and this time you really took him in.
His mohawk, his tribal tattoos on either side, the plain black hoodie he wore. His warm brown eyes.
You both sat in silence as you smoked, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Im (y/n).”
He smiled warmly at you. “Juan Carlos.”
You smiled back at him. “You really don’t need to wait with me, Im sure they wont be long.”
“Its fine, really. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on these streets alone.”
You blushed and looked away.
The streetlights shone down on you, illuminating your features and Juice studied you the best he could without staring.
Why did he even care? He didn’t know you. Why did some stranger seem to care more about you then your own friends and family.
The emotions you’d been fighting to hold in all week suddenly washed over you and you turned away as a tear rolled down your cheek.
Juice took once last drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt into the gutter. He heard a sniffle and noticed your shoulders slowly shaking.
For a second he was alarmed. What had he done?!
He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he couldn’t just ignore you crying.
Fuck it, he thought.
He didn’t speak. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
Which only seemed to make you cry harder and he rocked you slowly.
“Fuck.” You laughed humourlessly and wiped your tears away.
“Im sorry.”
“Dont apologise.”
You turned to him. His brown eyes were filled with worry and a sad smile was on his lips.
He looked into your eyes. God, there was something so beautiful about eyes that have just cried. Glistening with unshed tears and wet lashes, like an open window into your soul.
He was overwhelmed by the emotion you held in your eyes. Your face was almost blank, but when he looked into your eyes he felt every emotion that had washed over you. Your eyes betrayed you, letting him see all the pain you’d been fighting so hard to hold in.
He rubbed your back gently before pulling away and rummaged through his pockets.
You looked away, cursing yourself for breaking down in front of the cute Puerto Rican boy.
When you looked back he had a joint in his hands and he gave you a sheepish grin.
You laughed and he lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to you.
“You smoke?”
“Yeah,” You shrugged and took it between your fingers.  “I mean, I haven’t in years. My fiancé hates it.”
“Your engaged?”
You blew out a long cloud before shaking your head.
“Not any more.”
He nodded slowly and silence fell between you once more, as you passed the joint back and forth.
“Everythings so fucked up.”
Juice stood, tossing the burnt out roach into the street.
He held out his hand and you looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
“Come on,” He smiled. “You can tell me everything over pancakes.”
You smiled and bit your lip, checking the street to make sure your cab hadn’t finally arrived. It hadn’t, and you were strangely relieved.
“Its 3am. Is anything even open?”
He nodded. “Theres an all-night diner in the next street. They do this thing called the Juan Carlos special. Some genius invented it, its world famous. You really should try it.”
You grinned and took hold of his warm hand and he pulled you up, that goddamned smile all over his face.


“Jesus.” You whispered under your breath as the waitress placed the food on your table.
Two plates each loaded with a four inch stack of pancakes, two waffles, a jug of maple syrup, banana, whipped cream, and a shit ton of bacon. The ‘Juan Carlos Special’.
Juice grinned and tucked in, stabbing into the pile of bacon with his fork.
“You not hungry?” He asked with a mouthful of pancake.
You laughed and shook your head. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Bacon. Always start with bacon.”
You picked up your fork and stabbed a piece of bacon, moaning when the flavour hit your tongue.
Juice grinned across the table.
“So, tell me everything.”
“You really wanna know?” You sighed.
He shrugged and lifted the jug or maple syrup and poured the whole thing onto his plate.
“Only if you want to.” He waved a forkful of pancake in the air. “Look, I’m shit at giving advice. But sometimes it helps, ya know. Talking to a stranger. Outside perspective and all that.”
“He fucked my best friend.” You blurted out.
He paused, forkful of pancake hallway to his mouth.
You nodded.
And just like that you opened up. You told him everything. You told him about your best friend and how you’d met in kindergarten. You told him about your teenage years where you and her would get up to all kinds of mischeif. You told him about the first time you met your fiancé, about your relationship, about the proposal and moving in together. Everything. Right down to when you opened that door and saw her riding his dick.
And he listened. Like, really listened. He hung off every word, asked you questions, interrupted you with mutters of ‘douchbag’ and ‘asshole’.
“So my sister dragged me out tonight to try cheer me up but she ditched me for some random guys. And no one else answered their phones.” You sighed. “I just feel like I have no one.. ya know? Like Ive lost everything.”
“Gimme your phone.” Juice said and pushed away his now empty plate.
You raised an eyebrow.
“You buy me pancakes and then rob me?”
He chuckled and held out his hand.
With a roll of your eyes you handed him your cell phone.
His fingers went to work and you watched him.
You didn’t even know this kid. And yet he was here for you; more than any of your friends had been. He had listened more than your own sister. He made you feel so.. comfortable.
You looked away from him and eyed the diner. Its checkered floors, shiny red booths, CocaCola posters from the fifties framed on the walls. Neon lights hung in the window and near the back was an old jukebox playing some Meatloaf balled.
He handed you back your phone and you glanced at the screen.
New Contact. Juice.
“My friends call me Juice.” He explained.
You hit edit on the screen. “I prefer Juan, if you don’t mind?”
His whole face lit up and he was thankful you were too busy looking at your screen to notice the blush creeping up his neck.
“Whenever you need anything. Talk, or pancakes. Call me.”
“Thank you, Juan. Really.” You smiled.
“Anytime. So tell me, how do you feel about revenge?”


“Are you seriously breaking in?” You hissed.
He shushed you and you glanced around nervously while he hovered over the lock.
“Juan, seriously. Im not really keen on getting arrested.”
He sniggered and pushed the door open before reaching inside and flicking the light switch.
“Calm down, (y/n). You aint a crim just yet.”
He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.
Your eyes widened as you took in the room; the pristine white walls, bob marley posters. Shelves stacked with different jars and bongs. And of course, that undeniable smell.
“So you work here or something?”
He shook his head and headed behind the counter.
“Nah, I own it.”
“Seriously? You own Clear Passages?”
“Sorta.” He shurgged. “Twenty percent anyway.”
You nodded and paced the store,your arms swinging by your sides as eyed the different strands on the shelves.
Juice rummaged under the counter.
“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked as he pulled out the container he had been searching for.
You bit your lip and nodded.
Juice searched your face for any uncertainty before nodding and sliding the container into his pocket.
He turned and grabbed a sachet of the shelf behind him before heading out from behind the counter.
“C’mon.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit, flicking off the light as he went.
You entered the street and he locked the door behind the two of you.
“Its too far to walk, and I don’t have my car. The cabs-“
“I’ll take us.” Juice interrupted.
You walked in silence, Juice leading the way.
The streets were becoming quiet as the early hours of the morning rolled in and you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket.
You neared a gas station and Juice pointed into the car park next door.
“My rides the one in the corner, you can wait there if ya want?”
He headed inside and you nodded, stopping at a vending machine and pressing the button for a can of coke.
The can dropped and you reached inside and lifted it out. You cracked the lid open as you walked and took a sip.
The car park was nearly empty and Juice had pointed to the corner.
You lit a cigarette before perching on the hood of the sedan and leant back, studying the stars shining in the night sky.
A few minutes later Juice left the store, plastic bag in his hand and you propped yourself up on your elbows as he neared.
He sat on the hood next to you and took a sip of the coke you offered him.
“Get everything?”
He nodded.
“His house or hers first?”
“His. He works nights so he wont be home.”
Juice nodded and leant back against the car and you both looked up at the stars.
“Whose car is this?”
You turned to him, your brows furrowed together.
“You pointed to it.”
He shook his head, an amused look in his eyes.
“I pointed to that.”
You looked where he pointed to the carpark next to you. The carpark occupied with a Harley Davidson Dyna.
You slid off the car and glanced between the bike and Juice, who was now smirking at you.
You walked around the bike and immediately noticed the fuel tank. More accurately, you noticed the M16 with the Grim Reaper scythe on a pole, and the words that made you freeze. ‘Sons Of Anarchy’.
You turned back to him,  eyes slightly wide.
“Your in a gang?! Jesus, you don’t look like a biker.”
“Firstly, we’re a club, not a gang. And what does a biker look like, exactly?”
You shrugged. “I dunno. Your not even wearing any leather? And you don’t have a beard. Or a potbelly.”
He chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. I can grow a pretty great moustache, though.”
You scrunched up your face and he laughed again before handing you his helmet.
“This really not a problem?” He asked you as he swung his leg over.
“Nope.” You answered as you bucked the strap beneath your chin.
“Have you ever been on a bike before?”
He grinned. “Hold on tight. And lean with me.”
You took a deep breath and nodded before holding onto his shoulder and swinging your leg over the bike.
You held onto his sides and he rolled his eyes before pulling your hands tighter around him.
He kicked up his kickstand and started the bike. The engine rumbled beneath you and you squeezed him tightly.
He turned and met your eye.
“You okay?”
You nodded.
Slowly the bike began to move, and once he entered the street he turned the throttle, gaining speed.
You gulped as he turned a corner but you leant with him like he had told you, despite wanting to lean in the opposite direction and he sped up, making your hair blow out beneath the helmet.
Gradually you relaxed, your grip around his waist becoming looser and you sat up straight.
The scenery rushed past you in a blur and a grin spread over your face.
You had never felt more alive.


He stopped walking and stood next to you, glancing in the direction you were glaring.
“Whats wrong?”
“Thats her car.”
He saw the pain in your eyes as you looked at your best friends car, parked where you used to park yours; in the drive way of the house you had shared with your fiance.
He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Come on.”
You nodded and moved forward, dropping his hand.
Juice couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you creep across the street, your body hunched and your head glancing from side to side and he snorted as you army rolled behind a bush.
He walked casually across the street and smirked as you hissed at him to hide.
He knelt down next to you and you turned to him with wild eyes.
“Do you want us to get caught?” You whispered angrily.
“Jesus christ, we’re not breaking the law.”
“Sorry, I forgot you were a gangster.” You rolled your eyes. “You probably don’t care if we go to jail.”
He fought a laugh. “Its a club, not a gang. And its your house, (y/n). You have a key.”
You nodded and pulled the hood of your jacket up and pulled it as low as it could go.
“So whats the plan, Chief?” Juice whispered.
“You start out here. I’ll head inside.”
Juice nodded and watched as you crept to the front door, silently fumbling with the keys.
Meanwhile he pulled the can of spray paint out of the bag and got to work.
You pushed the door shut behind you, careful not to make any noise.
You felt sick as you looked around the house. The moon was bright tonight and the room was dimly lit. After a while your eyes adjusted and you looked around the room.
The photos of you and your fiancé were still littered over the mantel piece and everything looked just as you’d left it. Except the heels scattered next to the door, and the coat draped over the back of the sofa.
You gulped and tip toed into the kitchen.
Every Wednesday afternoon you had baked. Brownies, cakes, cookies. You had always liked baking and George had always loved tasting whatever you had cooked up.
No matter what, there was always some fresh baking in your cupboards.
Which was perfect, because you knew when George got home he would head to the cupboard and eat whatever baking he could find, without a second thought.
You placed the container Juice had given you in the cupboard, smiling to yourself.
George wouldn’t even notice that these brownies were.. special.
Next you headed for the refrigerator.
Your best friend staying here meant that you didn’t need to make two stops tonight.
Every morning she had a big glass of orange juice.
You pulled the carton out of the fridge and opened it carefully before dumping the powder in and shaking it gently, making sure it dissolved.
It was only a laxative, completely natural, Juice had reassured you.
You knew she had a big meeting tomorrow, and you smirked. Its a shame she would be glued to the toilet.
You had just placed the carton back into the fridge when Juice entered the room.
“You ready?” He whispered.
“Almost.” You reached for the drawer and pulled out a large knife. You gave him a wink and grinned.
His eyes went wide as he saw the wild look in your eyes and the smirk on your face and he grabbed your wrist.
“Are you crazy?! Put it down.”
“What are you gonna do?! Stab her?!” He hissed at you.
You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen, Juice hot on your heels and you stopped when you reached the lounge.
“Hold this.” You passed him the knife.
“Why, you wanna get my prints on the murder weapon?!”
You scoffed and tip toed over to the mantelpiece.
Carefully you lifted the first frame. It was a photo of you and George on your first vacation together.
You pulled the sleeve of your jacket over your hand and pressed your palm against the frame, silently shattering the glass.
You placed the frame back on the mantel and repeated the process with the remaining frames.
Juice watched you and when you were finished you walked back to him and grabbed the knife.
He followed you through the front door and pulled it shut behind him.
You locked the door and shoved the keys back in your pocket.
“Whats the knife for?” He whispered.
You walked across the driveway and stabbed the knife into the front tire of her car.
The air hissed out and you pried the knife loose before stabbing each of the remaining three tires.
Juice had crossed the street and you walked over and stood next to him.
He draped an arm around your shoulder and you both looked at the house.
Juice  had done well with the spray paint and you smiled as you looked at the work he’d done.
‘Cheat’ was spray painted in large letters on the garage door. He’d written ‘homewrecker’ on the bonnet of your friends car and the walls of the house were littered with other profanities, and next to the front window of the house he had painted a large penis.
“Nice touch, Picasso.”
He bowed and you both laughed.
“So what now?”
“We wait a few hours and then I ring his work and make an anonymous tip about the staff using drugs. If he eats the brownies he’ll fail the drug test and lose his job.”
You smirked. Sure, a part of you felt bad for what you’d done. But it was only a very small part of you, and you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.
Slowly Juice pulled you away and you walked together in silence back to his bike were you’d left it further down your street.
He passed you the helmet  and you both hopped onto the bike.
You pressed your cheek to his back as he rode through the night, the crisp air brushing over you and you closed your eyes.
He smelled good, his cologne mixing with the faint smell of weed and the scent filled your lungs.
You clung to him tightly, his warm body pressed against yours.
You felt light, like all your baggage had finally been left behind you. Who knew all it would take was one night with a Puerto Rican biker boy.
The bike slowed and you finally took in your surroundings.
He had brought you to the water tower on the outskirts of town.
“Come on, we gotta hurry.”
He dragged you to the ladder and you shook your head.
“No way. I ain’t climbing up there!” You crossed your arms over your chest.
Juice rolled his eyes and tugged your elbow gently.
“Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
His eyes were full of promise and pleading and you sighed.
“Fine. But if i fall to my death please make sure they dress me in something cute. I don’t wanna be buried in these jeans.”
And you started to climb.
He didn’t know why you disliked those jeans so much. From where he was looking, they looked great on you. Although he was climbing the ladder beneath you, and honestly it wouldnt matter what you were wearing, this view made your ass look great.
It only took a few minutes to reach the top and you stood shakily on the platform.
“Holy shit.” You whispered.
You could see everything from up here.
The shining lights of all the houses in Charming and even Lodi.
Everything was so small.
Juice sat down, swinging his legs off the edge and resting his arms against the lower railing.
You copied him and he pulled out another joint and lit it before offering it to you.
Together you shared the joint and together you watched as the large glowing sphere of the sun rose slowly into the dull morning sky. It cast sunbeams in every direction as it illuminated the small town, like an arsonist setting the sky on fire.
Below you in the trees birds began to chirp a background melody as the pure scattered light lit up every inch of the land below you.
Your breath paused in your lungs and you wished time would stop.
In this moment everything was forgotten. You forgot the heartbreak you’d endured, the betrayal. You forgot the boring motel room that was now your temporary home. You forgot that no one had been there for you when you needed them most.
But the one thing you didn’t forget was Him.
The first night you spent with Juan Carlos was a memory that would live on inside you forever.


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Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

One shot request based on I Caught Myself by Paramore. Here’s the song: https://youtu.be/GLNni7IL268

Warning: SMUT

@homicidalteenagedream Let me know what you think bby! 


“I guess someone missed me,” you said as Happy’s hands roamed all over your clothed body.

He grunted, “It’s been too long, girl.” As he said this, he pulled your pants and underwear down swiftly before turning you around and bending you over the desk in his apartment. He entered you roughly, and you braced yourself against the desk.

His thrusts were quick and hard, and hid hands were sure to leave bruises on your hips where he held you. You moaned as he reached around and placed one his hands on your breast giving it a gentle squeeze.

The two of you reached your release quickly, and he smacked you on your ass before pulling his pants up and sitting on the bed.

“I missed you too,” you told him, smirking as you pulled your pants back up. He smiled as he finished rolling the joint he had for the two of you. He looped his fingers in your belt loops, pulling you closer before handing you the weed. You took a hit while you rubbed his head that laid on your stomach.


You sighed as you thought back to that memory. The two of you shared a lot of those moments in the past six months, and it all seemed great, but now there were doubts running through your head. You were leaning against the wall of the office when the guys pulled up on their bikes, Happy included.

Happy wrapped his arms around you possessively before smashing his lips to yours. The two of you weren’t together, but he liked for everyone to know that you were with him. You stopped him as he turned to lead you guys to his apartment. “What’s up? It’s been a long run, girl. I need you,” he said, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“We need to talk,” you told him as you put some distance between the two of you. When he didn’t say anything, you continued, “I can’t do this shit anymore, Hap.”

He looked confused, “What shit?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “Us. Whatever this shit is, it’s toxic, and it’s not what I want anymore.”

He chuckled darkly, “So all those times we fucked wasn’t what you wanted?”

You shook your head, “I was in a bad place, Hap. I didn’t know what I wanted, and you just had this thing. This thing that kept me comin’ back. I don’t know, maybe it was the sex, but that’s not enough anymore.”

He didn’t say anything, but he watched you as you got in your car to leave.


Originally posted by lolsthecatgifs

Originally posted by adsonvagner

Gifs not mine, credit to owners.

This is the first ever fic I ever wrote and posted, but I recently read through it and it was traaaash 😂I don’t know what I was thinking and Im so sorry to all of you that read it lol. I have edited it, and added/changed it. Theres still probably errors in it that I have missed so soz. It was originally in ten parts but I made it all into one. I hope you guys like the new version.

Mentions of drug use, pregnancy, abandonment.

Word Count: 13,883

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Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X

Shocking but Wonderful

Request:  Can you do a juice imagine where the reader is pregnant and he was in jail and didn’t know that the reader was until he gets out and sees her with the 3 month old daughter please?

Finding out you were pregnant was not something you were expecting. Especially since your Old Man just got sent to jail. You were happy at least. Although you didn’t quite know how to tell your husband you were pregnant. 

By the time it you came up with a way to tell him, you had already had the baby and your daughter was three months when you found out Juice was getting out of jail. Which you were ecstatic to found out. You sigh as you looked at Luciana and thought that maybe you could surprise him when he gets to the clubhouse. 

You were glad he told you not to visit him in the jail because otherwise it would kind of hard to hide your tummy. You didn’t regret not telling him though. Just a great surprise for when he comes home. 

You both were trying for a baby when he got arrested so it wasn’t like it wasn’t unwanted. 

So, here you were at the clubhouse. Waiting with Tara as you were holding Luciana in your arms with her back to your chest as you sat at one of the tables. Tara had Thomas in his carrier and Abel was playing with Luciana’s feet. Which you smiled at as you gazed at him playing with her. He had grown attached to Luciana when she was born. 

You heard the roar of the motorcycles as you were talking to Tara which made your face split with a smile as you leaned your head down to your daughter’s head and kissed it. 

You then whispered to your daughter’s ear. “Daddy’s home, baby girl.” She giggled as you stood with her in your arms still. 

You then watched as Juice parked and then got up from the bike and hastily took off his helmet and started to look around the front of the clubhouse. Assuming for you. You smiled as you walked towards him. He then locked eyes with you as you walked closer. A smiled grew on his face. 

“Y/N!!” He then jogged towards you. Then he glanced down and saw Luciana. His mouth set into an ‘o’ as his face showed the awe on his face. 

He had froze as he started at Luciana, so you walked closer. You smiled fondly at him as he then put his hands together and held them to his mouth. His chin started to wobble as you stood in front of him. He was tearing up as he gazed at her. Which then started to cause you to tear up too.

“Baby,” He started breathlessly. But he took a big intake of air as his voice cracked. He then put his hands on his head. “Is - is she ours?” He asked with a hoarse voice. 

You nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Oh my god.” He whispered out as his tears finally dripped down. One hand covered his mouth as sobs started to come from his throat and the other hand went to his hip. 

He stood like that a moment before uncovering his mouth and he ducked his down to her face. “Hey, baby girl.” He said softly as he slowly took Luciana from my arms. “What’s her name?” He whispered. Not taking his eyes off of her. 

“Luciana Rose Ortiz.” You told him as you crossed one arm under you breast and the other rested on it as that hand came up to your mouth. 

“Luciana.” He grinned through tears. “You are so beautiful. Just like your momma.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her head. 

Luciana stared at him since we walked up to him. Finally she giggled as he kissed her and pressed her hands to his lips. 

Short Prompt #36&41

Originally posted by theflyingsquabbit

Originally posted by lanadelfucking-rey

Juice Ortiz 41 and 36
#41: “Don’t get mad, the baby and I got creative!”
#36: “I can never stay mad at you”
A/N: Juice deserved better and deserved a good old lady and child!! No warnings


The morning sun beamed through the curtains as you felt a tug on your sleeve. Opening your eyes slowly you see the three year old in front of you.
“Mommy!” Your son greets you his sloppy baby kisses, you couldn’t help but smile. Moments like these you wish Juice was here but the club needs him and that’s important. Scooping up the giggling toddler you attacked him with kisses while walking towards his room. After changing him, you bring him to the kitchen, as you were prepping breakfast.
Around half an hour later you finished cooking breakfast. Y/s/n ran off into the living room, walking around the corner you suddenly gasped at the toddler. Your son was drawing on the living room walls when you walked in.
“Y/s/n Ortiz! What are you doing?!” You question the toddler who smiling shyly at you.
“I wanted to make the walls pretty like mommy does” your son explains to you, you shook your head, as an artist you’re always doing new things around the house. You got up and ran to your room to grab your art supplies.
“Y/s/n it’s not good to draw on walls okay?” You tell him, he shakes his head and hugs you tightly. “But we’ll make daddy a surprise for when he gets home!” You exclaim.
A few hours later you and your son heard the sound of Juice bike coming down the road, y/s/n ran to the window, jumping up and down as he got closer.
“I’m home baby” Juice announces as he walks into the door, your son runs up to him and Juice picks him up.
“Daddy look what we did!” Y/s/n explains, pointing towards the new painting on the wall, a puzzled expression crossed Juices face.
“Don’t be mad, the baby and I got creative!” You explain to Juice. Y/s/n ran off to his bedroom to find his favorite toy. Juice walks close to you and kisses you.
“I can never stay mad at you honey” Juice responds, his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your lips.

Perfect (Juice X Reader)

Sons Of Anarchy

A/N : Based on Perfect by One Direction.

         This was originally supposed to be Shades x Reader but Juicy boy took over.

I might never be your knight in shining armour
I might never be the one you take home to mother
And I might never be the one who brings you flowers
But I can be the one, be the one tonight.

He looked at the mahogany coloured door. No matter what, he was always drawn to that door. He was just standing there wanting nothing more than to rush in but there was something holding him back.

He had known you for years and had found comfort in you for quite some time now but what had he ever done for you? He had never repaid you. He never could do that. He hadn’t even said a thank you. Give him anyone holding a gun to his face and he could smooth talk his way but you were different. He seemed at a loss of words when it came to you. One thing he was damn sure about was to never say something stupid and lose you.

When I first saw you
From across the room
I could tell that you were curious,
Oh, yeah
Girl, I hope you’re sure
What you’re looking for
‘Cause I’m not good at making promises
But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms
And if you like having secret little rendezvous
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do
Then baby, I’m perfect
Baby, I’m perfect for you

When he first saw you, you were already making your way towards him. It was at some charity thing which the club was helping with so that Charming wouldn’t kick them out. He didn’t much care for the cause or the people around but oh, he sure did care when you came over. You didn’t flirt or ask many questions. You were someone who didn’t want to be at the event and had found someone with the same heart. Nonetheless, Juice was pretty sure that you must have made a hefty donation if your red dress that was clinging your curves and the necklace you had around your neck were any indication. You two talked the night away with whiskey and each other as company. As far as his nights went, that was his best one.

Soon enough you became the only good thing in his life. You were his constant, someone who chased his darkness away. You were always there for him whenever he needed you. He wasn’t someone who sticked around but you didn’t care. You wanted him and you made sure he knew. He did. You knew he wasn’t good but you didn’t give a damn. You never asked questions. All you ever wanted was him. 

You choosing him was one of the many reasons he wanted to take you to a therapist.

You were an adventure in yourself. You were predictable and such a goddamn mystery at the same time.

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down
And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce
If you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about
Then baby, you’re perfect
Baby, you’re perfect

Somewhere along the way Juice fell for you. He didn’t know how. He didn’t know when. All he knew was that he liked it. He loved it. With your shining eyes and that beautiful smile, it was hard not to. But no, that was not why he loved you. He loved you because you welcomed him with loving arms no matter when or where. He loved you because you made him forget about the street life he lived. He loved you because you didn’t give a shit about what he had done. He loved you because you made him feel in ways he never thought he could.

You were perfect.

So let’s start right now
I might never be the hands you put your heart in
Or the arms that hold you any time you want them
But that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment
‘Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

Step by step he had made progress - from your couch in the living room to the guest bedroom and, finally he had found a place in your bed and consequently in your heart.

Before he could actually knock on your door, it opened. Your face greeted him. You started to drag him inside but he stopped you.

“Are you sure?” He asked holding your hand with his own.

Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“About us?  I can never be your knight in shining armour .” Your eyes met his.

You looked at his hand holding yours and squeezed.

“No, you can’t. Cause you’re my biker in leather.”

And you dragged him inside.

Juice’s Girl

Prompt: Reader is Juice’s girlfriend, and doesn’t know her best friend Opie is in love with her. Set in season 4 (for the most part)

Word Count: 511

A/N: Thought this was a nice idea, if you’d like me to continue the series, let me know!

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Downwards Facing Dog

Originally posted by reapercrews

Originally posted by needtobeehealthy

Request: Imagine Juice being Jealous of your yoga instructor.

A/N: I know nothing about yoga lmao. To whoever requested this: Im sorry this took me so long x


“And.. Exhale.”
You let out a deep breath, your eyes closed tight and you rolled your shoulders.
You opened your eyes and mimicked the instructors pose as he shifted into a new position.
Yoga didn’t come easily to you but you enjoyed it.
It was calming and it had definitely improved your flexibility which hadn’t brought any complaints from your old man. It was all part of your prepping for the wedding, and for your new life as a wife of SAMCRO, or more importantly Juice Ortiz.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t struggle to haul your ass outta bed every morning and head down to the gym where a class was held.
Only this morning you had slept through your alarms and missed your class.
Thankfully your workplace gave you an hour for your lunch break which happened to fall exactly when another class was held.
Living in Charming had its perks and the warm weather was one of them.
Today was no exception and Louis, your yoga instructor had moved today’s class outdoors.
A dozen yoga mats were laid out in the middle of the park and you each mimicked Louis as he moved through a range of different poses.
You moved into the Lord Of The Dance pose, standing firmly on your left foot. You curled your right leg out behind you and reached with your right arm to grasp your foot while you stretched your left arm out in front of you.
“Keep breathing,” Louis said calmly.
You took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill your lungs.
Louis turned to look at his class and walked amongst the mats, helping people achieve the position with perfect posture.
“Good form, (Y/N).” He winked as he walked towards your mat.
You smiled but kept your gaze locked ahead.
He placed a hand on the small of your back and gently pushed to extend your stretch.
“Good,” He soothed before moving back to the front of the class.

“Hey isn’t that (Y/N’)s car?”
Juice didn’t bother looking up. “Nah man, she’s at work.”
Tig frowned and glanced between Juice and the car.
“You sure?”
Juice looked up and was about to argue that yes, he was sure, when he saw the car Tig was referring to.
Same make, same model, same colour. Same dent in the back where you had sworn someone else had driven into you, even though you both knew it was a lie and you were horrible at parallel parking.
“What the hell,” Juice muttered and walked further up the street to your car.
He pulled his cell out of his pocket and quickly dialled your number.
The closer he got to the car the clearer he could hear your phone ringing from inside and he kicked his foot against the tyre in fustration.
How many times did he have to tell you that you needed to be contactable, at all times?
He pulled his sunglasses away from his face and stared at the surrounding storefronts, trying to catch a glimpse of you. No matter how much he trusted you he couldn’t help the burning wave of jealousy that washed over him.
“She do yoga?” Tig asked.
Juice nodded and followed his brothers gaze.
Across the road, and in the centre of the park was a group of people stretching out on yoga mats.
Juice spotted you instantly . He had spent enough time staring at your ass in those yoga pants to instantly recognise them.
Especially as you moved  into the  downwards facing dog position.
A sense of relief came over him knowing that you weren’t off in some cheap motel having an affair, not that he had truly thought that, but his insecurities got the better of him sometimes.
The relief was soon revoked when what appeared to be the instructor moved in front of your mat.
Juice and Tig watched as the man with a blonde man bun and loose harem pants stepped behind you. His hands reached for your hips and he pulled you back towards him slightly.
From where the guys were standing, although Juice was sure it would be the same from any angle, this guy was ‘pretty much’ ramming his dick in your ass.
Motherfucker.” Juice seethed and stepped off the pavement and into the road.
He began to storm across the street, with every intent to rip his stupid man bun off his stupid head when he felt Tig pull him back.
In his rage Juice hadn’t noticed Tigs phone ringing and he glared at his brother as Tig shoved his phone back into his pocket.
“We gotta go brother.”
“I don’t need long.” Juice muttered and pulled away. He saw red.
“Now, man.” Tig insisted.
Juice was seething with anger but he knew that Tig loved watching a fight and whatever was stopping it must be important.
With one last look Juice stormed to his bike.

Wu Tang was blasting through the speakers while you prepared dinner.
You stirred and simmered and sliced and diced, practically screaming along to the song as you went. Wearing only an oversized shirt and woollen socks you slid around the kitchen in time with the music, making your way from the cupboards to the stove and back to the counter..
You didn’t hear the bike pull up in the driveway but you most definitely heard the door slam as Juice entered the house.
You frowned slightly, knowing he had been having a rough time with club business lately.
You slid across the kitchen tiles to the stereo and turned the volume down before moving into the hallway.
“Hey baby!” You smiled.
Juice ignored you as he kicked his boots off and when he didn’t put them neatly on the shoe rack you knew something must really be wrong.
Juice stormed past you and headed for the bathroom without even a glance in your direction.
The frown on your face grew deeper and you quickly turned the stove off before padding down the hallway after your old man.
The shower was already on full and steam filled the bathroom as Juice undressed.
His kutte was draped over the door which was always left ajar and by the time you reached him he was down to his boxers and socks.
You poked your head through the door and leant against the doorframe.
“What’s wrong Juicy?”
He ignored you as he pulled his socks off and tossed them into the laundry hamper.
Finally he turned to face you and the fire in his eyes shocked you.
“How long?” He sneered.
“What?” You asked, screwing your face up.
He took a step closer. His hands were by his side and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was clenching his fists.
“How long has it been going on, huh? You and this yoga guy?”
You pushed the door open and stood straight.
“Juice what the fuck are you talking about?”
He took another step towards you and you could practically see the smoke coming out of his nose.
“Don’t play dumb with me, (Y/N)!” He yelled. “I saw you!”
“Saw me what, babe? What are you talking about?!”
Juice stormed towards you now and his hands slammed against the wall either side of your head.
“I saw you! In the park! Practically fucking each other in front of the rest of the hippies!”
“Jesus Christ, Juice. Louis? You think I’m fucking Louis?!" 
"Don’t lie to me!” He yelled and stepped back from you.
You shook your head in disbelief, sick of having this same argument over and over.
He stared at you with jealousy burning green in his eyes and you knew what you needed to do. 
You kicked off your socks and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you only in your panties and bra which you quickly got rid off.
Juice struggled to keep his eyes on your face and when you saw his boxers stretching around his hardness you knew it was working.
You closed the gap between you and ran your hands down his bare chest.
“You are all I want, Juan Carlos.”
You grabbed hold of his left hand and unfolded his clenched fist before pulling his hand between your legs.
“This is all yours.”

You had spent over an hour in the shower. Somehow letting Juice lather your body with soap only led to more steamy shower sex and now that your skin was shrivelled like a prune you were back in the kitchen.
Dinner was well under way when Juice joined you in the kitchen and started getting the plates out.
“I’m glad we cleared that up.”
You rolled your eyes and drained the pasta. “Me too babe.”
“I don’t want you going to yoga anymore.”
“Juice nothing is going on.”
“I said no, (y/n).” Juice said sternly.
“He’s gay!” You yelled and slammed the empty pot into the sink.
“Louis. He’s gay.” You said, calmer now.
“You didn’t think of telling me that earlier?!”
You turned to him and pulled him close before pecking his lips.
“No. I like it when you get jealous.”


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Too Good

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#113 - “I prefer blondes.”

#123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You pause outside Jax’s apartment door, your fist hovering over the wood. “Oh, is that a promise?”

“Sure is, big boy.” a female voice responds, a wave of disgust coming over you before you push it down, channelling your humour.

“Oh, Jackie boy.” you sing, bursting into the room, Jax and his half dressed companion scrambling for their clothes as you enjoy the surprise on their faces, a smirk upon your own. “Tables ready.”

“You forget how to knock?” the girl spits rudely, rushing to get dressed as you lean against the door, Jax pulling on his shirt, a hidden grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart. My mistake.” you reply in a sickly sweet tone, the girl scowling in response as she grabs her heels, throwing you a glare as she scrambles out of the room. “Nice meeting you!”

“Thanks for bursting in like that. I was two minutes away from getting my dick sucked.” Jax says, shrugging on his kutte. You shrug your shoulders, smiling proudly.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?“ you reply seductively, Jax raising his eyebrow in response. “I’ll be sure to let the guys know about your new alias.”

“Go ahead, princess. Maybe I’ll let you see if it’s true.” he winks, smirking cockily as he strides past you, your cheeks reddening as you feign repulse.

“No thanks, I don’t plan on getting the clap anytime soon.” You clap your hands together for emphasis, Jax laughing loudly as he heads away from you, flipping the bird as he does so.

The familiar buzz runs through your body as you lean against the wall, Kozik beaming down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” you tease, him grinning in response, leaning beside you. “But thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums, leaning down, his breath tickling at your ear, his delicious scent surrounding you. “Fancy taking this somewhere more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” you whisper back, your teeth grazing his ear as he shivers, his hand finding yours as you slip around the corner, following him down the corridor.

His apartment door barely shuts before his lips are on yours, his hands slipping under your ass as he picks you up, squeezing roughly. You moan against his mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He drops you gently onto the bed a moment later, the mattress softening the blow as you sprawl out on the sheets, Kozik crawling over you and connecting his lips back to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I got here.” he mumbles against you, his fingertips running down your sides before he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards to relieve you of the fabric. “How fucking sexy you are, how good you’d look under me.”

“Hope I’m living up to your expectations.” you say, flipping him over expertly, your body straddling his. You pull him up by his shirt roughly, quickly yanking the material upwards, his toned physique coming into view bit by bit.

“Expectations and more.” he whispers, his lips latching onto your neck as you grind your hips onto his hardened crotch, a hiss leaving you as he nibbles teasingly.

A loud pounding stops the two of you, the apartment door flying open seconds later. “Can I borrow your-”

Kozik stands up quickly, placing you down on the ground as Tig looks between the two of you, his mouth parted in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, you stopping him before he can.

“Careful what you say, Trager.” you warn, grabbing your shirt off the bed, turning it the right way before putting it on. “We’ll be out in a second.”

Tig chuckles to himself, winking at you and backing out of the room. You turn your gaze to Kozik, him smiling sheepishly, his cheeks slightly pink. “You think he’ll tell anybody about this?”

“Oh, yeah. Get ready to be the center of attention.” you say, smoothing your hair down in the mirror. “See you out there.”

You leave the room swiftly, heading out the back entrance, hoping the cool air might clear your head slightly. You’ve only just lit your cigarette when the door is pushed open, Jax’s eyes finding yours under the dim lights.

“You know, I never thought Kozik would be your type.” he teases, the door slamming shut behind him as he heads over to you, your eyes rolling at the nickname. “Saw you as more of a Juice kinda girl, to be honest.”

“Juice? Nah, I prefer blondes.” you say bravely, holding out your cigarette to Jax as he runs his tongue across his lower lip, a surprised look on his face.

“That so?” You nod in response, admiring the way his lips wrap around the stick, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales. “You gonna be making him a habit?”

You don’t miss the jealously in his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in response. Shrugging, you accept the cigarette back. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just asking.” he replies cooly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets before standing beside you, his foot resting against the wall to keep his balance. “Didn’t think you were one for sleeping around.”

“Who says I am?” you snap, not enjoying the judgment in his tone, especially considering he’s slept with about three hundred women. “You’re the last one to be judging me.”

“Not judging. Just trying to understand it, that’s all.” he defends, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks forward. “Did you finish up after Tig disturbed you both?”

“What’s with all the questions, Jax?” you sigh, throwing the nub down and crushing it with your shoe. You stand in front of the blonde, forcing his attention to you. “I’m single, I’m young. What’s the problem?”

“You’re worth more than a fuck, (Y/N).“ You scoff loudly, the alcohol making you more sensitive than usual. Jax huffs, shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Let’s not.” you say, pushing him roughly, his back hitting the brickwork behind him. “So, you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, yet I’m not?”

“That’s not what I mean.” he stops himself, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to find the right words to explain himself.“I just mean-”

“Save it, Jackson. You’re so full of shit, you know that?” You laugh humourlessly, your throat thick with emotion. You turn around, your wrist being grabbed before you can get very far. “Let go of me.”

“Can you stop being so dramatic for two fucking seconds and listen to me?!” he yells, his brows knitted in frustration. You’re taken aback by his tone, your eyes wide as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sighing, he releases you from his grip, turning around and running his hands through his hair, you silently observing his actions. His expression has softened once he faces you again, though he remains frustrated.

“I sleep around because it’s all I deserve, (Y/N).” You go to disagree, but stops you before you can. “Listen.”

“You’re too good to become some croweater. You deserve to be loved, shown off, showered with affection.”

“Don’t lose yourself trying to be like everybody else.” he says, his words nothing but genuine. “You’re far too good for that.”

You’re not sure what to say, Jax’s words being the kindest, most honest thing he’s probably ever said to you. You step closer to him, leaning forwards to press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you, Jax.”

As you go to move backwards, he turns his head to the side, catching your lips softly with his own. Your eyes are wide in shock as you try to understand what is happening, your body unable to respond.

He pulls away sharply, his expression just as surprised as yours. “Shit, I’m shouldn’t have done that.”

“Kiss me again.” you whisper, a flush creeping up your neck, though you’re too entranced to care. Jax frowns, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “Kiss me again, Jax.”

You can see him having an internal battle, both sides fighting a convincing argument. You decide to take matters into your own hands, gripping his kutte in between your fingers and holding him in place, your eyes fluttering shut as you find his mouth with your own.

He relaxes into the kiss straight away, his hands cradling your cheeks as his lips work with yours, featherlight yet passion filled.

You wrap your hand around his wrist as the kiss deepens, the slight breeze forgotten as his kisses warm you up, your body tingling from his touch. His tongue explores your mouth expertly as you submit to him, your mind foggy with nothing but him.

A/N - Wasn’t sure where this was going when I wrote it, but I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks to anon for the request and thank you for all of your support, see you next time! ❤

Short Prompt #7

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

Originally posted by lostinmygrungeworld

#7“Are you banned from all Taco Bells, or just that Taco Bell?” With Juice.

A/N: I loved this! Just swearing!


Riding on the back of your husbands bike was one of your favorite things in the world. Your hair flowing in the wind, your arms wrapped around your old man. Juice just came back from a run and wanted something quick to eat.
Pulling into the parking lot, Juice turns his bike off and we head inside a Taco Bell. But as soon as the lady behind the counter saw Juice, she pulls a bat out and started running towards Juice.
“What the hell?!” Juice spat out as she stood before him. The older lady had a disgusted look plastered on her face.
“You fucking bikers get out! Last time you and the curly hair man started beating a man up!” The short angry employee spat back to Juice. A huge grin spread across his face as he grabs my hand and head out of the restaurants.
“Okay What the hell Juan!” You state while getting back on his bike, at this point Juice was chuckling to himself, thinking of the memory.
“Okay alright, there was a guy who was talking so disrespectful to his girl, tig and I just happened to beat him up. No biggie” juice informs me, a sarcastic smile spread his face, rolling your eyes you strapped your helmet on.
“Are you banned from all Taco Bells, or just that Taco Bell?” You ask before Juice started his bike, he shook his head as the bike started. “Really funny babe” Juice yells out as he pulls out of the parking lot, into the night.
After dinner you guys made your way over to the clubhouse, regular Friday night hang outs. Juice got caught up in a conversation with Kozik so you made your way inside. At the bar was Jax and Tig, you grabbed a bar and hopped onto the bar stool.
“So Tig, you beating up dudes at Taco Bell now?” You ask, your lips curling up, while confusion spread a crossed Jax’s face.
“Oh yeah! That guy was a major dick” tig remembers, laughing. You and Jax just shook your head while cracking open your beer.

Imagine showing Juice your costume....

Originally posted by juiceortiz

“Hey babe, can I borrow your… what are you wearing?” Juice laughed as you turned around, revealing your tube dress, which looked a lot like a glass of Orange Juice.

“What? Is there something wrong with it?” You asked as you smoothed out the fabric.

“No I just gotta ask… are you a cup of Orange Juice?”

“Yeah… well no. I am going as Juice’s Juice.”

He smiled ear to ear as you walked forward and whispered in his ears, “and if you are lucky, maybe you can get a taste later.”

“Well I am very glad now that the only plans we had was to hand out candy, and watch all the SAWS.” He jokes as the doorbell sounded, causing you to slowly walk by him, your hand brushing against his as you headed towards the front door, leaving him to smile to himself.

Originally posted by gifsme

The Lieutenant

Prompt:  “I’m not a good writer as you are, but I have an idea for a short story that can be split into three parts. The reader is a U.S. Army Lieutenant who comes home on leave and meets Juice. They both fall in love at first, they do everything together for a two weeks before she gets deployed. The reader and Juice fight before she leaves. Reader goes MIA (missing in action) Juice worries until about a year later he sees her in a store. They get back together, she has a PTSD episode on night.”

Word Count: 473

A/N: Thank you for the request!! This’ll probably be three/four parts long :)

Requested by anon

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The Strangers

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

Originally posted by darlingiamobsessed

Fun fact: Whenever I’m home alone I always seem to watch horror movies or scary shit and I always freak myself out until my boyfriend comes home and we watch Shrek or something lmao. Also The Strangers is the scariest fucking movie in the world do not watch it. Anyway I watched Paranormal Survivor  on Netflix and freaked myself out lol so I wrote this. It’s short but meh lol enjoyyyy xx

Your texts are in bold
Juice’s are in bold & italics


Juice closed the door and kicked off his boots.
It was almost 10pm and he had finally gotten home after a long day at the garage.
He walked across the carpet to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge before heading to the sofa.
He pulled his kutte off his shoulders and draped it across the back of the couch before collapsing against the cushions.
He reached for the remote and the joint he had pre-rolled this morning when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
A groan left him as he hoped it wasn’t Club business and when he saw your name on the screen he smiled and opened the message.
How soon can you get here?

What’s wrong?

He waited impatiently as those dreaded three dots appeared on the screen and the panic began to build within him. But surely if you had the time to text him you weren’t in any immediate danger and he knew his anxiety was just getting the better of him.

I need you..

Juice stared at the message for a moment before replying.For a few months now you had been ‘hanging out’.
You weren’t exclusive, yet neither of you were seeing anyone else. You were just seeing where things were heading but he was starting to get to know you pretty well by now and he had an inkling he knew the reason behind tonight’s messages.

What are you watching?

Immediately the three dots appeared and after only a few seconds a response came through.

The Strangers x 

Juice laughed and turned the tv off as he stood and reached for his kutte.

I told you not to watch it, babe.

He never did get the chance to light the joint and he grabbed his tin off the coffee table and placed it inside, knowing that you would need something to calm your nerves.
You had laughed at him when he had told you it was the scariest movie he had seen and he should have known you didn’t believe him.

Hurry Juicy. 
I am hearing things 😩

Want me to bring anything? He typed back.

No x

He closed the front door behind him and locked it before jogging to his bike.He had just sat down when he felt his phone vibrate again

Cheeseburger xx
Please x
But hurry xx

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smirk growing on his face.He rode as fast as he could without breaking any laws, only stopping to grab a couple of cheeseburgers from the diner he knew you loved.
He finally arrived at your house and he jumped off his bike and headed to the front door.
He rapped his knuckles against the wood and waited.
Once again his phone vibrated and he frowned slightly as he pulled it out.

Is that you? x 😳

No it’s the Strangers 👻


Let me in x

The front door swung open and he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw you standing with wild eyes, a baseball bat in your hand.
“Calm down, it’s just your knight in worn out leather.” He teased.
You screwed your face up and stepped aside, allowing him entry into your house.
“How long did it take you to think of that?”
“Longer than I’d like to admit.”


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Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

Anger Management

Request:  Can you do a juice imagine where he’s dating a heavier set of a woman but nobody knows about her and she’s from Puerto Rico and one day she’s angry because this person named tig that she doesn’t know has been an asshole to juice and she comes to the TM yelling in Spanish and the chibs calms her down she ask for tig and so chibs goes and gets him and they come out then she starts yelling at tig in Spanish then the rest of the club comes out and juice realizes who it is and tries to stop you but it was to late because you already hit tig and then explains who you are

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been active, I’ve been busy with work that has everyone doing overtime and I’ve been catching up on sleep. Love you guys so much!! By the way: I don’t know spanish so anything translated is gonna be from Google Translate. 

You weren’t expecting to fall in love with a biker. Especially compared to your ex-boyfriends. Although Juan was a huge upgrade to you, because of the fact that you feel like he would be a better partner if you two ever decided to get married in the future. 

One thing you loved the most was the fact that he always considered your thoughts and he was super sweet to the point where you had a sweet tooth when it came to him. So having him come home one night where he was close to having an anxiety attack was shocking. But you thought it was the club, maybe they were in a bad situation. That wasn’t the case. 

After you calmed him down, he explained that one of his ‘brothers’, Tig, had him so stressed out to the point that he felt like he had too much on his shoulders. Tig had doubled his work load at work and with club but adding his job onto Juan’s work load. 

At first, you weren’t going to do anything. But when Juan sent you a text the next day saying that Tig did it again and that he was gonna be late, you felt anger boil underneath your skin. Didn’t help that you got anger issues from your mother. 

Your parents were born in Puerto Rico and moved here two years before you were born, but that doesn’t lessen the fact that you had the fiery attitude of your mother that your father always commented on.

You started to become more angry as you thought about the fact that your Juan was feeling too much pressure. Finally you decided to confront this ‘Tig’ and explain to him that Juan was not going to be his bitch. 

It took about 20 minutes for you to make your way to the Teller-Morrow Automotive. Your car screeched to a halt in front of the bay doors at the garage, making a man that was working on a car straighten up and wipe his hands on a rag. 

You got out of the car and slammed the door and stomped up to the man. The man was in his late forties to early fifties with dark hair with grey streaked in his hair. He had scars running along each cheek and wore a Auto worker shirt with a name on one side of his chest but you were in a rage. You could only stomp your way up to him and ask, “Are you Tig?” Your accent was heavy as you talked to the man. 

The man paused as he opened his mouth and frowned his brow. He didn’t even think he should be answering but he did. “Nah, but aye coul’ get ‘im if ya wan’?” His voice was heavy with a Scottish accent. You breathed a harsh breath through your nose. Not realizing that you switched to Spainish you started to rant. “¡Consiga ese imbécil aquí ahora! Tengo algunas palabras para él! Si él piensa que está bien para estresar a mi Juan fuera aún más de lo que ya era, entonces él tiene otra cosa que viene!” You spoke so fast and the man could barely get anything out of you. ( Get that asshole here now! I have some words for him! If he thinks it’s okay to stress my Juan out even more than he already was, then he has another thing coming!)

In the middle of your rant, he started talking but you weren’t listening. Too much anger was fueling your actions. “Wait! Wait!” When normal volume wasn’t working he placed his hands on your shoulders and raised his voice. “HEY! It’s okay! It’s okay!” Finally you stopped ranting as you placed your hands on your hips. 

Your breathing was speeding up as he spoke soothingly. “I’m gonn’ go get ‘im an’ then I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he turned and walked into the office that was off to the side. You put your hand up to your head and turned to your car and leaned against it. 

Not but 10 minutes later, you heard a voice from the office. “Well, hello there, doll. What can I do for you?” You looked up and watched a tall man with curly black hair and blue eyes come walking out of the office. 

Your body came so over powered with rage that before you even realized what you were doing, you had punched Tig in the nose and arms were wrapped around your waist. 

“¡Hijo de puta! ¡Debería matarte! Si alguna vez piensas en herir a mi hombre de nuevo, te encontraré y enterraré que tus hermanos ni siquiera te encontrarán!” You yelled out at Tig who was sprawled out on the ground. The arms turned out to be Juan as he kept talking in your ear to get you to calm down. (You son of a bitch! I should kill you! If you ever think of hurting my man again, I will find you and bury you were your brothers won’t even find you!)

By now a crowd had formed as other men started to come from out of a warehouse looking building across the lot. 

“Baby, it’s okay. Just calm down, breathe. Come on, just breathe.” Juan kept talking in your ear to calm you down. His arms and words worked as you slumped against him but you still glared at Tig on the ground. 

The other men were laughing at the sight of Tig getting his ass handed to him. 

An older man had walked up to you two as he laughed at the misfortune of Tig. He had grey hair and mustache. Through laughs he spoke, “Juice, who is this chick?” He asked Juan. 

You looked up at the man that was smoking a cigar and said nothing, deciding to let Juan speak. 

“This is my Old Lady, Y/N. We’ve been together for about a year now.” Juice explained to the man. “Y/N, baby, this is Clay. He’s the President of the Club.” He kept his arms around you and just held you to him. 

The man clapped him on the shoulder and shook his head with a grin. 

Imagine Juice Saving You…

Originally posted by codenamekaraortiz

Originally posted by 99percentskins

Request: hi, could you write a imagine with sons of anarchy where the reader and chibs/juice are together and her ex boyfriend who is always drunk and obesessed try to beat her or any thing like that? hope you understand 🤗 thank you!

A/N: mentions of guns, violence & death. But this was a cool request ☺️


The summer air hit your face as Juice rode down the road. Being on the bike of his bike was a breath of fresh air. It helps all the negative thoughts go away. You guys pulled right into your driveway, taking off your helmet you hand it to Juice.
“Thanks Juicy for bringing me home again” you thank him again, kissing his cheek. When you past relationship ended, he took the car. And everything else. You sigh while looking at your house.
“Do you want me to do a walk through?” Juice suggests looking at your concerned face.
“No, I just wish you didn’t have to leave tonight.” You say as you walked towards your man. His arms holding your hips as you kissed him.
“I know baby,do you want me to walk you inside?” Juice asks again. You shook your head. It was probably nothing. You kissed Juice before watching him drive down your road.
You take your shoes off at the door, you heard foot steps and you quickly dialed Juices number. As soon as he answers, you scream and drop your phone.
“Y/N, you’re fucking a biker?!” Your ex boyfriend says as he pulls a gun, walking towards you. You start crying.
“What do you want? Please don’t hurt me” you sob out, he pulls up a bottle and takes a big sip of it. Typical. He walked over to you in the corner, getting eye level with you.
“Why’d you leave me? Why’d you take y/s/n from me? WHY” he erupts, the door soon busted open as Juice walked in, his gun high.
“Get the fuck away from her now!” Juice demands walking closer to him, he drinks from the bottle again before pointing his gun at Juice. Juice pointed to you to leave, and you followed. You ran into the kitchen and quickly dialed Jax’s number.
“Y/n?” Jax answers. “J-Jax my ex is here and he’s gonna try to shoot Juice please help” you beg over the phone, Jax would be there shortly.
You heard a crack, a loud sound come from the living room. You peek over and see Juice standing above the lifeless body.
“Oh my god” you scream, unable to process what just happened. At that moment, Jax and Chibs came running in. They stopped in their tracks when they saw the body.
“This the son of a bitch the one that beat y/n?” Jax asks, pointing the body. Tears rolling down your face, you nodded. Juice cake over to you and held you as Jax and Chibs thought about what to do.
A few hours later, before Juice left. He walked into the house to find you taking a bubble bath. You were smoking a joint, trying to relax.
“Hey babe, I’m sorry you had to see that…if you wanna leave I understand..” Juice confesses to you, he was terrified of losing you.
“I’m staying with you forever Juicy. I’m just shocked, he beat me for years. He recently started sending letters but I didn’t think much of it. He can’t do this to another.” You confess.
“I understand. I don’t want to go on this run but I got to babe. ” Juice says with a big frown. You pulled his head up and kissed him.
“It’s the life baby. I’m used to it. I’ll be safe, I love you Juice” you tell him with another kiss.
“I will always protect you y/n. I love you so much and I’ll be back soon” Juice says while pressing his forehead to yours, he kissed the top of your head before leaving.
You laid under your warm covers, the events from today has you beyond tired. It made you feel good knowing how much Juice loves you and the lengths he’ll go to keep you safe and sound.