the beat juice

☼ safe cookie recipe ☼

some easy, vegan/lactose free cookies for littles to make with their caregivers or for anyone really! since they’re free of eggs, littles who like eating raw dough while mommy or daddy aren’t looking don’t have to worry about getting sick & the frosting even combines one of their favorite things: juice! you can also freeze a few batches in air tight bags - when your little is good, surprise them with a one of a kind cookie they helped make weeks ago!

sugar cookies
- 2 c. flour (add extra flour at end if dough is sticky)
- 1½ c. powdered sugar or 2 c. white sugar for a harder cookie
- 1½ tsp baking powder
- ½ tsp salt (optional)
- ⅓ c. soft coconut oil or ¼ c. canola oil
- ½ c. coconut or almond milk
- 1½ tsp vanilla (omit if using sweetened vanilla almond milk)

heat oven to 350° then line baking sheets with foil or shortening. mix wet ingredients into one bowl, dry in the other then slowly add dry ingredients to wet while mixing. shape dough into round balls then place on baking sheet. bake for 8 minutes. do not let the cookies get golden unless you’re using white sugar, you want them to be fluffy. cool on rack once done.

- 2½ c. powdered sugar
-  2 tbs soft coconut oil or vegan butter
- any pure fruit juice for color & flavor or 1 ½ tsp vanilla (optional)
- coconut or almond milk for thinning (omit if using watery juice)   

beat base ingredients until creamy then add milk for thinner frosting if desired. spread on completely cooled cookies then decorate with sprinkles or candies! get creative, decorating is the best part!

☼ if you’re afraid baby can’t help out much, place them on the floor with a bowl of toy blocks & a mixing spoon then watch them mimic what you’re doing, it’s so cute! honestly, there are so many ways you can make cookies special so put your heart into it, have fun, & enjoy the bonding time with your little one!

anonymous asked:

Cops show up to protests with riot gear because antifa is a violent terror group. Antifa starts a fight and police just try to keep them from destroying cities and hurting innocent people. If you think we live in a country where violence is the only means of communication left, then really dont know what this world is capable of. Grow a fucking backbone, the world is scary, talk about it instead of breaking shit like children.

This right here is a great recipe for some no-bake cheescake. If you’re not into cheesecake because it’s heavy, and kind of filling, try this it’s sooo good. 

Recipe from Martha Stewart.


  • 2 packages (20 sheets) graham crackers
  • 11 tablespoons (1 3/8 sticks) unsalted butter, melted
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 2 8-ounce packages cream cheese, room temperature
  • 1 14-ounce can (1 ¼ cups) sweetened condensed milk
  • ¼ cup fresh lemon juice
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract


Put graham crackers in a large resealable plastic bag, and crush them with a rolling pin until very fine crumbs form.

Pour crumbs into a medium bowl; stir in sugar. Add butter, and stir until well combined.

Press the crumb mixture into a 9-inch springform pan, spreading it 1 ½ to 2 inches up the side; press flat. Chill crust in freezer at least 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, make the filling: Using an electric mixer set at medium-high speed, beat the cream cheese in a large bowl until smooth. Beat in the condensed milk a little at a time, scraping the sides of the bowl, as necessary. Beat in the lemon juice and vanilla.

Pour the filling into the crust; smooth the top with a rubber spatula. Cover with plastic wrap, and refrigerate until firm, 2 ½ to 3 hours.

Unclasp sides of pan, and remove cheesecake.

Crush - Juice Imagine

Hey friends! Another imagine here for you :)

Concept: Juice breaks up with his girlfriend and calls his best friend over for company. They end up falling asleep and admitting feelings for each other. 

Taglist: @homicidalteenagedream @yourcroweater


Originally posted by xxjunkiexx

“I can’t believe you’d fucking do that to me Jessica!” Juice shouted, running a hand over his bald head.

“I’m sorry!” Jessica hollered. “How many times do I have to say it? I’m sorry!”

Juice felt tears fill his eyes. The betrayal he felt coursing through him was almost too much to bear. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend of two years had cheated on him. He had never cheated on her, no matter how much he got teased by his brothers in SAMCRO. Loyalty was his most valued trait and he was so disappointed and broken that Jessica had broken his trust.

“I don’t think you can say it enough.” Juice said in an eerily calm tone. A single tear slipped down his tan cheek. “I think you should go.”

“Juan please.” Jessica begged, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t do this.”

“I said get out.” Juice roared, flinging his arm forward and knocking over a vase, making it fall and shatter on the ground.

Jessica whimpered and ran out of the house, her head in her hands.

Juice fell to his knees and his arms hit the hard wood floor. He didn’t care that the shattered porcelain was scratching his arms. He began to let the sobs wrack through his body, feeling and seeing his tears splatter against the hardwood and the broken pieces of the porcelain.

Juice didn’t know how long he had been on the floor for but he needed to get up and carry on. He couldn’t stay on the floor forever even if he wanted to. He got up and headed to the kitchen to grab a broom to sweep up the broken vase and was surprised at how it looked like it was never there when it was clean. Juice went upstairs to the bathroom and ran a shower until it was burning hot. He undressed and stepped into the steaming shower, not caring how the water was scalding his skin. He let the water wash over his body, washing away the salty tear tracks and rousing himself from his numb state. Juice stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. He needed a distraction. He needed a friend. He dried and dressed himself before heading into the living room and sitting cross legged on his couch. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number he knew best.

“My man Juicy! To what do I deserve the honour?” (Y/N) said when she answered the phone.

“(Y/N) can you please come over?” Juice asked in monotone. He was trying his hardest to not let his voice crack.

“Sure. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Is everything okay?” She asked in a concerned tone. She could always tell when Juice was upset.

“Just, just come.” Juice said with finality before hanging up the phone. He threw his phone across the room and laid down on the couch, waiting for his friend to come.

*switching to second person bc I’m a trash writer soz*

You turned up at Juice’s house and knocked loudly on the door. You heard sadness in his voice on the phone so you turned up your obnoxious personality and brought weed and beer. Juice opened the door slowly, revealing you posing against the doorframe.

“I come offering weed and beer.” You said, flicking your arm upward in a flamboyant gesture.

“Come in.” Juice said in monotone, a stony look on his face.

You were confused and hurt to see your best friend so obviously in pain. You made it your mission to make him feel better, no matter how hard you tried. You followed him into the living room where he laid down on the couch and trained his eyes to the TV which was playing cartoons. You sat next to him, lifting up his legs and laying them across your lap. Juice didn’t flinch or react to your actions. His eyes were incredibly bloodshot and his bottom lip appeared to be quivering. You wished he would tell you what was going on but you didn’t want to pry. He was upset and you didn’t want to upset him further. You sighed loudly and pulled the baggie of weed from the pocket of your jean shorts. You began to roll a blunt with the rolling papers on the coffee table and lit it with the lighter in your other pocket. You took a huge drag. You needed it with the thick depressing energy in the air. You looked at Juice who was still trained onto the cartoons. You knew he wasn’t really watching them, just staring blankly and thinking. You tapped his arm and caught his attention. He looked at you with his sad brown eyes, awaiting you to speak. You smiled sympathetically at him and handed him the joint and he took it between shaky fingers. He inhaled deeply and blew out a plume of smoke. He seemed to relax immediately, inhaling deeper and deeper with each hit.

“Okay my turn.” You laughed, taking the blunt from his fingers.

Juice’s eyes became glazed over as he looked at you and he gave you a small smile. You were so pleased to see that little smile you loved so much. You wished you didn’t need to get him high to see it.

The two of you continued to smoke and drink for a little while longer. Juice was beginning to come out of his depressed shell slowly. He sat up and began to laugh at your jokes. The room suddenly became quiet when the weed was all smoked and the both of you were coming down from your highs.

“So are you going to tell me why I’m here?” You whispered, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Juice inhaled sharply, taking his head in his hands. “Jessica cheated on me. With multiple guys. Our whole relationship.” His voice broke and sobs began to leave his body. “I was going to marry her (Y/N). I loved her so much. How could she do this to me?”

You scooted closer to your best friend, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to your chest. You rubbed his back while he cried and you soothed him with your words. You were shocked and hurt at the situation Juice was in and you wanted to heal him from the hurt he was feeling. You rocked him back and forth as he continued to sob. You knew you’d never hurt Juice like this if you had him. You had been in love with Juice since you first met him when he moved to Charming all those years ago. You settled on being his best friend and repressing the feelings of romantic love for him. You wanted him to feel the same but you knew he never would. For now, you’d just have to hold him as he cried and try to soothe him from the pain he was feeling.

“I can’t believe she’d do that to me. Why?”

“Shhh Juicy, it’ll all be okay. I promise.” You continued to soothe him as you stroked his hot skin. You felt his tears soaking your shirt but you didn’t care. You wanted to help him but you didn’t know how.

Juice sat upright, pulling himself out of your embrace. He wiped his eyes roughly and sniffled a few times.

“I think I’m just going to go to sleep. You can let yourself out if you want.” Juice announced in a broken whisper.

You swallowed hard. You felt rejected that he didn’t want you around but you knew that he just wanted to be alone. You knew better than to fight him.

“Okay.” You said in a small whisper. You stepped up and began to walk out of Juice’s house.

You felt a warm hand wrap around your arm. You spun around and saw Juice standing there, studying your face. “Stay. I don’t think I should be alone.”

You chewed on your lip and smiled sweetly. “Okay.”

Juice didn’t let go of his arm as he walked toward his bedroom. You were very confused. Usually you sleep on the couch while Juice sleeps in his room. Why was he taking you to his room? Juice opened the door to his bedroom and let go of your arm.

“I know you usually sleep on the couch but I really don’t feel like sleeping alone. Is, is that okay with you?” He stuttered and rubbed the back of his neck, not looking into your eyes.

“It’s fine Juice. I just need to borrow something to sleep in.” You laughed.

“Just go through my wardrobe. I’m sure you’ll find something.” Juice said before turning around and heading towards the messy bed.

You tried to stop the inward squealing within your mind. You grabbed the first shirt you saw and turned around to see Juice watching you.

“Cover your eyes Juan!” You exclaimed with a laugh.

“(Y/N), we’ve been best friends for the better half of a decade. Do I really need to?” He teased before placing his hands over his eyes.

“No peeking.” You said as you very quickly undressed and put on the oversized shirt. You finished changing and slipped yourself under the bed covers with Juice. You both laid next to each other awkwardly, the uncharted territory of this situation making the two of you feel incredibly awkward and tense. Juice reached out his hand and placed it on your hip, turning your body to face his. You looked into each other’s eyes. You searched the deep brown pools to decipher the emotions he was feeling but you couldn’t find anything. He seemed mesmerised by you, as if he was seeing you in a different light. Maybe it was the weed or the heartbreak clouding his judgement but he really felt his heart beat faster for you. Juice was starting to remember all the times you caught his eye and how he suppressed romantic feelings for you because of Jessica.

“Juice, what are you doing?” You laughed when Juice’s hand came up to caress your cheek.

“Do you love me?” He asked suddenly and seriously.

“Of course I do Juan. What are you talking about?”

“No!” He interrupted. “Are you in love with me?”

You chewed on your tongue, deciding on whether to let him in on your secret. “Yeah. I am. I have been for years.”

Juice exhaled deeply before looking in your eyes for a moment longer. He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you with urgency and expectancy.

“It was you all along.” He whispered.

Playing Games

Originally posted by samcroimagine

Originally posted by ruffcliffe

Request: Imagine being Opies sister and Tigs ex. You still hang around the clubhouse and one night at a party Tig tries to make you jealousy flirting with a crow eater so you decide to make him jealous.


The sun was shining and the air was warm when you pulled into the lot of Teller Morrow, all four windows of your car rolled down and your music blaring out.
You turned the key, killing the engine and opened the door.
You were still singing along to the song that had been playing on the radio as you walked up to the garage, the feeling of summer within you.
Jax and Opie were inside, leaning against the workbench while a pair of legs hung out from under a car.
They both turned their heads as they heard your footsteps approach and you smiled to the both of them.
“Hey sis.” Opie lifted his arm and you ducked beneath it, tucking yourself into his side in a one armed hug.
“Gem around?”
“Inside.” Ope nodded.
“How was work?” Jax asked as he wiped his oil covered hands on a rag.
You groaned in response and rolled your eyes just as the pair of legs that had been working under the car pulled themselves out, revealing a very greasy Juice.
Jax tossed him the rag and he wiped his face.
“You coming tonight?” Juice asked you.
“Mmhmm. Better bring your A game if you wanna beat me in pool.”
Juice chuckled and stood.
The sound of Harleys echoed through the lot and you all looked as two bikes rolled in and lined their bikes up with the others.
You recognised them instantly; you used to spend your time on the back of one of them.
You watched as Tig backed his bike up, his ring covered fingers gripping the handle bars.
The sun was shining down behind him and he pulled his helmet off his head, still oblivious to your presence. He shook his head slightly, his dark curls bouncing around his head and when he smiled at Clay all your memories with him flashed trough your mind.
“Huh?” You snapped back into focus, suddenly aware of the eyes watching you with amused expressions on their faces.
Opie shook his head while Jax and Juice smirked at your already blushing cheeks.
“If you still like him why don’t you just tell him?” Jax asked.
“He still loves you.” Juice added.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Its not that simple. And anyway, theres no feelings there any more.”
“Yeah.” Opie said, draping his arm over your shoulder. “And my wife is not a porn star.”
You pushed him away and walked towards the clubhouse to find Gemma as Juice and jax sniggered behind you.
Tig looked up as you walked past and you fought the urge to look at him, choosing only to wave at Clay.
But you felt his eyes on you and you couldn’t help but sway your hips a little more than usual.


The party was in full swing and after winning the first two games of pool Juice had given up, agreeing that you were in fact the champion.
You were now perched on the edge of the pool table, your cue still in your hands. Opie and Lyla were curled up next to each other on the sofa and Jax and Juice were in front of you.
Tigs absence had been quickly notice by you and your attempts to casually ask his whereabouts had failed.
Clay had him finishing up some club business, Jax had told you before teasing you about your ‘crush’.
You didn’t notice when he finally walked through the doors but he noticed you.
He noticed the way your black dress clung to your curves and ended midway up your thighs. He noticed the way you laughed with Juice and he noticed the way you shoved Jax playfully as the three of you talked.
The jealousy had burnt within him. The whole time you were with him he had always been jealous of how close you were with the younger guys. He wasn’t blind, he knew he was older and he struggled with accepting that you wanted to be with him rather than Jax or Juice.
You had constantly reassured him that you had no feelings for Jax nor Juice. You had grown up with Jax always hanging around your brother and you saw both him and Juice as brothers too.
There was nothing to be jealous about, you had told him.
But as he watched you laughing with the two men he couldn’t help the jealousy growing within him.
He marched to the bar, everyone moving out of his way when they saw the determined angry look on his face.
He grabbed a full bottle of whiskey off the shelf and headed to the table where two crow eaters sat.
They were quick to pounce and one of them sat in his lap while the other scooted her chair closer and ran her hands over him.
“You wanna drink?” Jax asked you.
You nodded and hopped off the table. “I’ll come, Im getting a little sick of watching my brother make out with my best friend.”
Jax sniggered and draped his arm over your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the bar.
On the way there something caught your eye. Those familiar dark curls and you swallowed harshly as you saw the two barely clothed women hanging off of him.
Jax noticed your hesitation and he raised an eyebrow.
“Thought there were no feelings?”
“There aren’t.” You hissed and pushed past him, stomping your feet all the way to the bar.
Jax chuckled and came up behind you, accepting the beer that Chucky handed him.
You ordered shots, six of them, and turned your back to the bar, your eyes scanning the room.
The redheaded crow eater was now straddling him while the blond one was whispering in his ear.
You could see the smirk on his face at her words and you clenched your fists.
Two can play at this game.
You turned to Jax with a wicked smile on your face and Jax groaned.
“What do you want?” Jax asked, knowing the look in your eyes could only mean trouble.
“Just follow my lead.” You winked.
You lifted the first shot to your lips and then the second before slamming the glass back down on the bar.
Jax copied and turned back to you, curious to see what exactly your plan was.
You stepped in front of him and ran your hands over his chest, playing with the folds of leather on his kutte.
“This is your plan?” Jax asked, his hands making their way to your hips.
You threw your head back and laughed loudly, making sure half the room heard you.
Jax couldn’t help but chuckle at your attempt to gain attention but he had to hand it to you- it worked.
You lifted your head back up and shook out your hair, your smile still plastered over your face.
“Hes looking.” Jax told you.
You winked and went on your tip toes, leaning in to his neck.
You could feel Tigs eyes burning into you and you knew your plan was working. You stayed in that position for a while but when Jax whispered that Tig no longer seemed bothered you pulled away.
You reached for your next shot and casually glanced around the room.
What you saw set you on fire and you nearly shattered the glass in your hand as you watched Tig and the two crow eaters in a three way kiss.
“Game on, motherfucker.”

You slammed another two shots down your throat before walking across the room, leaving an amused Jax at the bar.
You could feel Tigs eyes on you as you moved and you stopped in the middle of the room where a few more of the crow eaters were dancing.
You had always gotten along reasonably well with them and they moved over, allowing you into the centre.
The music was loud and you moved your hips to the musicians tilted your head back, letting your hair fall down behind you.
A blond crow eater danced in front of you and you mimicked her moves.
She smiled at you when you placed a hand on her shoulder and she held your hips as the both of you danced and you both began to grind against each other.
The clubhouse was crowded and maybe it was because the room was crowded or maybe it was the dancing, either way there was heat in the room and the way you were dancing with the crow eater only made it hotter.
Tigs eyes were glued to you, watching the way your hands ran down the crows sides and the way your hips moved with hers.
He pushed the two girls off him and gripped his beer in his hands, watching you intently.
You pushed her hair out of her face as you danced, the two of you only moving closer.
Her chest was pressed against yours and you bit your lip as you moved and stole a quick glance around the room.
Straight away you could see him watching and you licked your lips and smiled, lifting your head to flash him a quick wink before moving your head forward and pressing your lips to hers.
She welcomed you, gripping your hips tightly as your bodies still moved seductively to the music.
You kissed her slowly, your lips massaging hers before you snaked your tongue out and licked at her bottom lip before taking it between your teeth.
You pulled it back before releasing and she smiled into the kiss as your hands began to explore each others bodies.
Your tongue went to war with hers and your hands found themselves in her hair, holding her to your lips while her hands dipped down to your ass.
For a moment you forgot why you were doing this in the first place, your mind getting lost in the girls lips.
But a tight grip on your wrist brought your mind back and you pulled away from her slightly, a sultry smile on your face as those familiar blue eyes stared down at you.
“You win.”
He whispered before pulling you away from the girl and crashing his lips down on yours.
You laughed against him and pulled away but you took hold of his hand.
Your free hand grabbed the crows and you tugged them both towards the hallway, a wild spark in your eyes and you flashed Tig a wink.
He took hold of your hips and followed you across the room, the blond by his side.
“God I’ve missed you.” He whispered in your ear and you let out a squeal as he slapped your ass.
He should have known better.
You always won.


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The Ghost of Juice Ortiz - Shades Alvarez |15|

Before you knew what was happening Juice’s mouth was all over your face and then your neck as he his moved all over you. You gasped as you felt his hands moving to remove your shirt and dropped it to the floor of the kitchen.

He pulled away and looked down, seeing his Crow still remained on your left breast. He ran his fingers over it slowly, most likely suprised you hadn’t removed it after everything that had happened. He didn’t say anything as he simply leaned down and started kissing along the softness of your breast.

You moaned quietly, biting your lower lip so as to not let your grandmother hear you.

“Juan, grandma is upstairs I – ”

“I’ll be quiet.”

He told you softly as he moved his lips back up to yours and started kissing you again with a passion that you believed was long since lost.

Putting your arms around his neck you allowed him to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the livingroom. As he walked he never removed his lips from yours as he kept it heated and sensual as possible.

It had been years since the two of you had been like this and needless to say the both of you had missed this. You missed this side of him. The side that showed you he cared and still loved you. The side that you knew was Juan and not Shades.

You felt your back hit the fabric of the couch and his hands were slick as they had your bra off in seconds.

Reaching up you started to remove his tie and his suit piece by piece. Before too long each of you had undressed the other and you both found yourselves naked on your grandma’s couch.

Juice sat down on the couch, you ran your hands along where his tattoos use to be, but no longer were, you looked at him in question.

“I had to get them removed. They were too noticeable.”

He told you as he adjusted your hips over him. Looking down, you noticed that the man was still clean shaven, like always.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you gasped. He stretched you out from years of not having sex. He wasn’t thick, but he was long and knew how to use it.

You grunted as you leaned into him, muttering his name as his hands on your hips started moving you up and down on him.

“Baby. Baby. Baby.”

He grunted leaning you forward to where he could rest his head in the crook of your neck. You mewed quietly to the sensations of pleasure that coursed through your body.

“Juan, baby.”

You moaned, feeling him making you go faster.

“Say it.”

He said pulling away from your neck as he looked up at you. Those bright brown eyes now darkened as sweat dripped down his head.

“Say it baby girl.”


You gasped feeling his hands squeezing your ass cheeks and spreading them apart as he kept a firm grip on you. His lips attached themselves to the side of your neck as he kissed and sucked, leaving his mark on your collarbone.

A deep purple and large mark was left there from his lips as he started thrusting up into you when your riding speed was good enough anymore.

“Fuck, Daddy!”

You gasped as you closed your eyes and held on tight to his shoulders.

“Daddy’s got you baby, Daddy’s got you.”

He strained to say through a grunt as he snapped up into you. The sound of skin against skin filling the room as he neared his release.

After it was all over Juice had redressed himself along with you. The two of you were back in the kitchen. You were looking at the bag.

“You don’t have to do this.”

You told him as he was putting his tie back on. He turned and looked at you.

“Try me one more time, see what happens.”

He said with a small smirk. You couldn’t help but chuckle yourself and then you frowned. Your fingers tapping the money in the bag.

“When you leave…”

You started to ask, but Juice beat you to the answer.

“When I leave I’m Shades. And we’ve got to act like this - ”

He said pointing between the two of you.

“This didn’t happen.”

You sighed but nodded. Knowing that he had enemies and if they were to find out, they’d use that against him.

“Alright… Juan.”

You said just as he was about to leave. He stopped and turned to look at you, shades in his hands. You watched him for a moment before you swallowed softly.

“Be careful.”

You said forgetting what you originally wanted to tell him and went with a more subtle way. He just smirked at you as he put those glasses on over his face, flashing you a toothy grin.


Be happy it only took them 15 chapters to fuck and not longer. @codenamekaraortiz

Imagine Juice…

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

Originally posted by lovershub

Request: Juice imagine where reader is very frustrated and Juice helps calm her down, either funny jokes or fluff whichever. love you girl. 💕



Y/h/c : your hair color

Y/f/f : your favorite food

And I’m not putting any career in this, so go by what your career you do/learning

Slamming your laptop shut, you sighed loudly, while running your finger through y/h/c locks. You got up and started heading downstairs, you found your boyfriend making y/f/f.

“Baby..” Juice whispers as he pulls you into a warm embrace, he placed a small kiss on the top of your head.

“Honey, are you okay? I can feel your heart beating faster than usual.” Juice asks, looking into your eyes. “Is it about the test that’s coming up?” He added.

“Yes…I keep taking the practice test and I fail by a few points. I’m never going to reach my goal Juicy…I’m a failure” you confessed as you sat in the chair. Juice walked behind you and starting massaging the back of your neck.

“Y/n, about 4 years ago I was walking around, I just got some of the muffins the boys go crazy for. I dropped my keys outside of a store. When I looked into the window, there you were inside, your hair was in a bun and you looked stressed. You had a laptop in front of you and a mug as big as your face.” Juice started to say, you felt a smile creeping upon you.

“I then went inside and man, did I get some weird looks from the staff. A biker inside a cafe store. I ordered a drink and walked towards you. When I got closer, you looked up to me with a sweet smile and your eyes memorized me. That’s the moment I knew I needed to see more of you.” Juice explains as he rubs the knots out of your neck, you felt your face blushing, happiness filled you.

“I do remember…i thought you were so cute” You whisper into Juices ear, juice started rubbing your back lightly, one of your favorite things as you rest your head on his shoulders.

“I remember our first date, you told me I would get bored of you because you’re dorky and I’m a biker. But I told you I would never. And I was right.” Juice told you as he strokes your cheek, calming you down.

Juice stood up and walked towards the open closet. You watched his every move, walking towards you, he presented the dress you wore on your anniversary.

“Put this on, and meet me downstairs when you’re done. I’m taking you out.” Juice announces, pressing his lips against your forehead, you felt yourself smiling hard as he flashed his smile before leaving the bedroom.

You finished up your makeup and started walking down the stairs. Juice stood at the bottom, he had flowers in his hand and a smile across his face as you approached him.

“Damn, my wife is so sexy” Juice muttered, you couldn’t help but blush, after all these years he still made you blush. And he always helped with your anxiety.

“You ready baby?” Juice asks as you both head towards the door. You nodded yes and walked towards the car, heading to your favorite place.