#juice ortiz fic

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: A quick little one shot for Juicy pants - something sweeter this time! I am still working on Marked for Carnage but my life is a little hectic right now. Fingers crossed, next week the next chapter will be up. Please feel free to request a one shot if you wish! I will write for almost anyone from SOA.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, smoking

Word Count: 1466 words

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Stepping around the bar, you walked to him nervously. When you were close enough, Juice reached out to grasp your waist, pulling you into him quickly. You laughed, colliding with his chest. Grasping the lapels of his cut you tried to ignore the feeling of surprised eyes on you. "You're sure about this?" you ask again, making Juice sigh. "Positive," he said, squeezing your sides teasingly. "No more sweetbutts," you remind him. "And I know that you have that run clause thing but that shit doesn’t sit right with me either," you admit to him. "Baby," he tilts his head, eyes never leaving yours. "I haven’t been with any sweetbutts for months. Ask the other guys. The first time you dragged me through your front door and threw me down on your bed was it for me. There's been no one else. And won’t be. I don’t give a shit about the run clause." You smiled softly, heart warm with his confession. "Well in that case," you pulled him by his cut to meet you in a searing kiss, smiling at Juice's surprised sigh while his hands moved down to slip into your back pockets. "Atta boy, Juicy!" you heard Tig shout. Bobby cursed as he fished into his pocket, pulling out two $10 notes and handing one each to Tig and Chibs.

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Summary: Stormie's(OC) daughter Isabella (OC) has a surprise request for Juice.

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Juice was standing in his kitchen when Isabella padded in wrapped in her pink blanket. He smiled as he watched her put her Unicorn Stuffy in one of the chairs before taking a set in another. It was still surreal to him that Stormie had agreed to move in. His mornings were a lot different now but he wouldn't trade them for anything.

"Morning kiddo" he greeted her as he finished up his coffee before reaching for a bowl. "Want some coco pebbles?"

When Isabella nodded he got to work making her cereal before taking a seat at the table. The two sat in silence for a bit before Isabella spoke.

"Can you take me to school tomorrow?" inquired Isabella as she pushed her empty bowl back some. Fixing her chocolate eyes on Juice with a serious expression.

"Yeah. I can join you and your mom" replied Juice with a smile and shrug. He would just text Clay and let him know he would be in late.

Isabella frowned and shook her head. "No mommy. Just you" she stated as she crossed her arms.

Juice tilted his head unsure how to respond. It wouldn't be weird but he would have to ask Stormie.

"Any reason you don't want your mom to come with us?" asked Juice as he watched Isabella.

"Its dad and doughnut day. No mommies allowed and I want you to be my dad" replied Isabella matter of factly.

Juice felt his heart speed up and he swallowed hard. He felt nervous and unsure how to proceed. It was one thing for Isabella to call him uncle like she did the others but dad would be a new territory. He and Stormie had not exactly had that conversation. He knew Isabella was under the impression she didn't have a dad due to the circumstances of her existence.

Next Morning

Isabella held tightly onto Juices hand as they made their way to the cafeteria. Juice had never felt more out of place in his life. Most of the men around him were at least ten years older than him and dressed up.

Before he could get to in his head Isabella pulled him to a stop in front of an older woman. Her warm smile eased his mind as she knelt in front of Isabella.

"Well who do you have here Isabella?" inquired the woman.

"This is my dad, Miss Rachel." stated Isabella with a big smile.

"Well its nice to meet you. Isabella is such a sweet girl and a joy to have in class. Her mother and you have done a great job." replied Miss Rachel as she stood and shook Juice's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Believe me its all her mom" chuckled Juice as he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Let get our doughnuts" demanded Isabella as she tugged on his hand.

"Well I will let you two get to your breakfast" laughed Miss Rachel before moving on to greet another child and father.

Later that day

"How was it?" inquired Stormie as she greeted the two as they walked in the door. Before Juice could respond Isabella was gushing about the day but he didn't hear anything after her first sentence.

"He was the best daddy! All my friends like him and he was able to win me a new Unicorn stuff animal and we got ice cream on the way home!" exclaimed Isabella as she shook the Unicorn in Stormies face.

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Tension.

juice ortiz x teller!female reader

warnings - sexual content. cursing.

24. “You like it when I’m mean to you?” & l. Keeping the relationship a secret & m. Catching eyes across a crowded room.

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It’s risky and you know it.

But you just can’t keep your eyes off of Juice Ortiz.

It’s your average Friday night at the Teller Morrow Garage. Everyone’s drinking, smoking, laughing as Tig tells a horribly inappropriate joke. Your brother is sitting at a table with Chibs and Happy, discussing some sort of club business that you frankly don’t really care about.

You turn back to the bar, sipping on your drink and taking a deep breath. You spin on your stool to scan the room again, and catch eyes with the one man you’ve been watching like a hawk. Juice.

He raises his eyebrows at you, winking cheekily before breaking out into a grin. You shake your head, but can’t help but smile.

He looks good. Better than usual. You’re not sure what it is - maybe it’s the tight black t shirt, maybe it’s the tattoos that are peeking through, maybe it’s the cocky smirk that seems to be permanently etched on his face.

You know the both of you will be in so much trouble if your brother finds out. It’ll be bad for club dynamics, bad for your family’s dynamic. But maybe it’s the risk that makes it that much hotter.

He looks at you, the bathroom door, then back at you. You get the message instantly, nodding gently before watching him get up and make his way in that direction.

You give it a few agonisingly long minutes before you slip off your stool, glancing around to check no one has noticed. When you get to the bathroom, he opens the door and pulls you inside, slamming you against the wood.

“Here she is. My pretty whore.”

Your breath catches, gazing at him with blown pupils.

“Don’t call me that,” you choke out, with less conviction than you would have liked.

“Why not, hmm? You’ve been staring at me with your fuck me eyes for the last couple of hours. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

He chuckles, leaning in to nip at your neck, arms winding around your back to hold you against him.

“You’re pathetic, baby,” he mumbles against your skin. When you shudder, he laughs almost cruelly. “Oh, honey. You like it when I’m mean to you?”

You shake your head, and he moves a hand to wind around your throat, squeezing gently. You change your answer and nod, knees going weak.

“Here’s the deal,” he drawls into your ear, all low and honeyed. “If you can keep your filthy thoughts off your face for the rest of the night, I’ll take you home later and fuck you the way you want.”

You whine, hands tangling into the back of his shirt.

“That means no fuck me eyes, no lip biting… none of that shit. You hear me?”

You nod, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna get us caught, baby. We’ve got to be more careful.”

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke.

“Okay. Deal.”

He smiles at you gently before kissing you again.

“I’m gonna go out first. Wait a while, okay?”

He slips out the door and back to the guys, praying that no one has noticed either of your absences.

You rest your head against the wood and take a deep breath, body thrumming with the anticipation of what’s to come.

[thisreadswhatever]

To Keep Me Safe From You: Part One

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

[summary]: after overhearing a conversation that could be detrimental to the future of samcro, the club has voted that you have to die. fortunately for you, jax has to complete the kill.

[cw]: 18+, female reader(y/n), swearing, mentions of murder throughout, knives, smut, cliff hanger, possible grammar/spelling errors, generally following the show but slightly AU

[authors note]: so this one shot turned into something more and will be getting a part two as i'm not done with this scenario. i realised during this just how hard it is for me to write in a way where i don’t want jax to come tape me up and murder me... so sometimes the reader (y/n) makes some really questionable decisions, simply because i would let this man get away with anything. i hope you enjoy it :)

“We really talking about offing a chick right now?” Juice stared at his fellow members with wide eyes.

“She heard everything, Juice.” Even though he was whispering, Tig’s panic was loud and clear. “You wanna be the one to risk prison time over some waitress in a diner?”

Jax slammed his hand on the table, “We. Don’t. Kill. Women.” 

Bobby looked around at the eyes now peering towards their table before shaking his head at Jax in disapproval, “We also don’t talk about club business outside of Chapel, for this exact reason.”

Tig doubled down now he knew Bobby agreed. “She heard too much. I saw it in her eyes, Jax. I can handle the hit. I’ll follow her out back, it’ll look like she was mugged. No witnesses. No trace.” 

“Do you hear yourself right now brother? We don’t even know if she heard-” Juice stopped abruptly as he saw you walking over to their table, bill in hand. You smiled at the blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bench, avoiding the 5 other guys glaring at you. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with today?” He grinned back at you, taking the bill from your hand, “I think we’re all done here.” He placed three twenty dollar bills inside the wallet, a very generous tip, before handing it back to you. “Thanks for stopping by, boys. Get home safe.” 

“You too, darlin.’”

Jax watched you walk away, making sure you were out of range before addressing the other members. “See? She heard nothing. That ain’t no witness that’s going to talk to feds. She’s not even spooked.”

Tig scoffed and Bobby lowered his eyes at Jax, “Maybe we should take a vote, Pres.?”

Jax was really pissed now, even contemplating killing a woman made his blood boil. But Bobby was his VP, and he was right, this wasn’t a decision he could make himself. Jax let out a large exhale, glancing at you as you cleaned the last remaining tables. He leaned into the table, “Fine, we vote. All in favor of murdering the poor innocent diner chick. I’ll start. Nay.”

He was the only one who voted so. Juice had almost sided with him, but everything Tig had said persuaded him to change his vote. Tig had panicked the rest of the members into actually killing a woman. Jax was outnumbered, and there was nothing more he could do. While you were finishing your night shift, the Sons of Anarchy had just sentenced you to die. 

Jax had managed to get Tig to back off, reluctantly agreeing to let him carry out the hit instead. He figured at least he could kill you quickly, saving you from Tig’s twisted methods. The other members had left, leaving him the only 4 seater vehicle they had brought out that evening. Although you didn’t know it, Jax was waiting for you across the parking lot, leaning against the hood of Piney’s car, cigarette in hand. You shut the door to the diner behind you, fumbling with your purse to find your car keys. You were too preoccupied with the broken zipper on your bag to realise the same blonde haired man from earlier was still there, and approaching you. 

“Lost somethin’ darlin’?” 

“Shit-”, his voice startled you, causing you to drop your purse and everything in it across the lot. 

“Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He helped as you collected the strung out items across the tarmac. “You didn’t mean to scare a girl leaving work on her own in the pitch black at this time of night?” You snapped at him as you searched for your belongings along some hedges. Jax handed you a tube of lipstick and your reading glasses, that had somehow survived the fall. 

“I guess I didn’t think that one through. Sorry about that.” He stood up, extending a hand to help you. You barely acknowledged as he spoke, ignoring his hand, as you were desperately scanning the floor. 

“Well you’re gonna be really sorry. You have to drive me home. My keys aren’t here..” 

 “Fuck- you cant find them?” He dropped to his knees again, searching the ground with you. You could barely see in the carpark, you had no chance of finding them until daylight. 

“No, they’re gone. What the fuck am I gonna do now?” 

Jax stood up, pacing the length of the car park still searching for your keys. “They gotta be here somewhere.”

“This is useless. Can you just take me home?” 

Jax smiled, “least I can do darlin’.” He extended a hand to help you up from the ground again, but this time, you took it. 

He started walking towards his car, holding a pack of cigarettes out at you. You didn’t smoke, but you also didn’t usually get into cars with strangers, either. You weren’t sure what had come over you, and you felt wary about the whole thing, but you didn’t have many options left with no car keys, and he seemed nice enough. You followed him to the car, taking a cigarette from the pack and holding it up to your mouth as he lit it for you. “I don’t even know your name and I’m about to get in a car with you.” He chuckled. “Names Jax Teller. And I can assure you, I’m a normal guy, just ignore the kutte.”

“Okay then.. Jax. You gonna tell me why a normal guy such as yourself is waiting for a girl outside her place of work at almost midnight?” 

He held the car door open for you with a reassuring smile, “I’ll explain on the way home.” 

You looked at him through narrowed eyes, “you better get me home in one piece.” You got in the car, flicking the half smoked cigarette on the floor as Jax shut the door behind you. 

The inside of the SUV was a mess, the dash covered in raunchy magazines and parking fines. It was hard to think about anything other than the stench of dry oil and stale cigarettes. Jax began to drive, and you directed him on the way to your house, although you got the feeling he didn’t need your help anyway. 

“I can get one of the guys to come change the locks on your car tomorrow morning. Get you a new set of keys.”

“That’d be great. You guys locksmith’s or something?” 

Jax grinned, one hand on the steering wheel, glancing between you and the road as he drove. “Something like that. We run an auto repair shop out in Charming.”

“Oh. So is this your thing?” 

Jax looks at you puzzled, “my thing?”

“Getting girls keys lost so you have to give them a ride home?” Jax shook his head, amused by your assumption. “You’re actually the first.” 

Watching him while he drove gave you the chance to study him in fine detail. You’d noticed his good looks earlier at the diner, but now you could see Jax looked like he belonged in a hollywood movie. He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other on the gear stick, his fingers draped in silver rings. His beard was coated in a layer of stubble, with long shaggy blonde hair that tucked behind his ears. He was undeniably attractive. If anyone was going to lose your car keys, forcing you to drive with them for a ride home, you were glad it was him. 

He turned on your drive slowly before parking, reaching into the glove box adjacent to you. He searched the compartment, and a load of CD’s fell to your feet. “Shit sorry. There’s no pens in here. You got anything in that bag you can use to write your number down? You know, for the keys.” 

“I could grab a pen from inside.” 

Jax nodded in response, “I’ll walk you to your door.” 

Before you had the chance to say anything, Jax was out of the car and making his way to the passenger side door to open it for you. It was all a little surreal, you’d only met him a few hours before, yet he had shown you more courtesy than any man you’d previously encountered. 

You walked with him to the front porch, then searching under the mat for the spare house key. You thought to yourself how you’d have to find a new hiding spot for it tomorrow. You unlocked the front door. As you walked in, switching the lights on as you entered the kitchen, you knew Jax was standing at the door, patiently waiting. You hesitated for a second, debating on the idea of having this random stranger enter your house. On one hand, you knew it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. On the other, he was charming, respectful and like nobody else you’d ever met before. And you knew that after tonight, you’d probably never see him again. “You can come in if you want, I’ll just be a sec’.”

Jax stepped through the doorway, looking around as he followed you to the kitchen, “nice place you got here.” You searched the ‘drawer of everything’ in the kitchen to find an old receipt and pen. “It was my best friend’s house before she went back to Washington. She’s letting me stay here while I save for my own place. I get cheap rent, she gets a free house sitter.” Jax was standing behind you, making you overtly aware of how close he was. “Y/N.” He was reading from the receipt over your shoulder as you wrote down the number to your home phone. “I never did catch your name at the diner. It’s pretty.” You handed him the crumpled up paper, and he placed it in his pocket. 

“And you never answered my question.” You turned to face him as you spoke, to find the beautiful blonde stranger holding a large blade against your stomach. “Living room. Now.” 

You froze in fear, unable to move. You realised you’d made a huge mistake. You had known the risk of letting him in. You knew better. And now it was too late. You pushed through the lump in your throat to get words out, “Just take what you want and leave. It’s all yours.” “I don’t want your shit, y/n. Walk. Now.” You did as he said, walking slowly towards the living room, feeling the cold blade now pressed against your back. “What do you want?” He pulled your arm back with his free hand, stopping you in the living room. He gestured toward the armchair that sat between the TV and couch. “Sit down.” 

“What are you doing, Jax?” You didn’t want to sit, you wanted to run. You wanted to buy yourself some time. 

“I said sit down!” Jax’s voice cracked as he yelled at you. Hearing him yell sent a shiver down your spine, and you snapped into the chair in front of him immediately. You could see his face now. His eyes were vacant, completely shifted from the warm, courteous man you’d thought he was when he entered your home. It seemed he’d grown 10 feet taller now, towering over you while you sat frozen and vulnerable in the chair beneath him. He brought himself down to your level, with the knife now at your side, the blade touching your arm. 

“You wanted an answer to your question?” 

You nodded. 

“I waited for you because I have to kill you.” 

“To kill me?” Nothing was making any sense. “To kill me..” You repeated, looking straight into his eyes, “but you don’t even know me.” Jax placed the knife into the sheath, and back onto his belt pocket before pulling a roll of duct tape from his kutte. You recognised the tape from the drawer you had searched earlier, but that couldn’t be possible, you told yourself. You never saw him take it. 

“You heard some stuff tonight that could ruin lives. And there’s a group of outlaws that want you dead now because of it.” 

His words rang in your ears like sirens, putting all your senses into override. You couldn’t catch your breath before Jax was binding your hands together in front of you so tightly you could see the skin pulling under the tape. “And you want me dead too?” 

Jax paused to look at you, matching your eyes, before looking down, continuing to tape your hands. “Doesn’t matter what I want.” 

Nothing made sense. You hadn’t heard anything they talked about. He had totally got the wrong idea, and if you could just explain it, he could understand. 

“Jax, please listen to me. I didn’t hear anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” 

He closed his eyes as you pleaded with him, “Stop. Talking.” 

You pulled your wrists up, trying to touch him with your fingertips, as if that could reach the kind part of him you thought you had seen. Your bound hands pulled at his shirt as you begged. 

“I didn’t hear a thing! If I heard some fucked up shit why would I get in a car with you? Why the fuck would I let you in my house!” You felt faint, your ears beginning to ring as adrenalin circulated your veins. He tried to ignore you, and started to tape your legs. You wanted to think straight, to talk sense into him, but your eyes began to fill with water, tears unwillingly streaming down your cheek. “I didn’t hear anything,” you sobbed, “I’m not lying to you.”

Jax dropped the roll of tape on the floor. His hands covered his face as he rubbed his eyes, the words “jesus christ”, muttered through his teeth. Suddenly he stood up, pacing to the kitchen. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the flicking of a lighter. You sat there, bound by tape, in silence, afraid if you said anymore he would come back to finish you off. 

Some time had passed. Jax had paced the kitchen before venturing into your bedroom. You’d spent the last few hours weighing your options. You could try to run, but you wouldn’t get anywhere with your hands and legs bound together. If you could get to the phone in the kitchen you could call the cops, but he’d see you before you could even dial the numbers. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, trying to think of anything that may save you. Your planning was halted when you heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. Jax lowered himself down to you, pulling the knife from the sheath. He pointed it towards you, and you braced yourself, knowing any plan you could make was too late. You closed your eyes, awaiting your fate, when you heard the sound of tape ripping and your hands were released from the bind. You didn’t move a muscle. Jax’s eyes smoldered. “I’m not going to kill you.”

You pulled the tape from your wrists, stinging as you peeled back the residue from your skin. “You’re not?” “I can’t kill a woman. And even if I could, I can’t kill you.” He cut the tape binding your feet. You gulped, still sat in the chair as if the tape had never been cut in the first place. You could run now, you should run now, but you didn’t want to. 

“What about the outlaws?” your voice was almost a whisper. 

“I’ll handle them.” You watched as he began to walk towards the front door. “I’m really sorry for all of this, y/n. I just couldn’t do it.” His face was full of shame, his voice clouded in regret.

You didn’t have time to contemplate before you yelled, “wait!”

Jax stopped in the kitchen, “What?” 

“You can’t just go.” You leaned into your knees to stand from the chair, legs stiff from being in the same position all night. As you stood you stretched your legs creating instant relief as you walked towards him. Your mind yearned for the same relief your body had, but now you were just really fucking angry. “You bring me here, tell me I’m going to die, tape me up and then decide you’re not going to murder me anymore. Now you want to just leave? And pretend this never happened?” 

“I can’t stay.” He sounded guilty, and his lack of eye contact was further proof of this. 

“Why the hell not?”  You were standing arms length apart, looking up at the man who was tasked with your murder, yet now you were pleading with him to stay. “What are you even talking about, Jax?” You tried to step closer to him, but he inched back. 

“If I’m not killing you, I need to stop whoever is going to instead.” 

You didn’t respond, as you were still trying to understand why you needed to be saved at all. 

Jax softened, “I know you’re confused but this is the only way I can keep you safe.” 

“To keep me safe from you.” 

He took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands. His blue eyes had melted, any anxiety he had been wrestling with tonight had passed.

After everything that had happened, somehow, here, in this man’s presence, you felt safe. You now knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He held you there in his hands, searching your face, looking for a different way out. Something in that moment shifted, the air around you moved as if it were wrapping you in string, tying you to Jax, bringing you closer together. He leaned into you, kissing you on the head, seemingly like the beginning of a goodbye. But he didn’t speak, and no goodbyes came. Instead he placed his forehead along yours, breathing you in along with whatever thoughts plagued his mind. You didn’t understand how or why this was happening, and you got the idea that Jax didn’t know either. Before you could make sense of it, he took you into his hands and kissed you. He pulled your face tight to his, securing you to him by the grip his fingers had through your hair. The tension between you was palpable, every movement of his tongue against yours was fierce and urgent.

His hands released and lowered to your waist, pushing you into the open island in your kitchen as you stumbled backwards on your feet. The cold countertop was pressing against the back of your jeans, contrasted to the warmth of his mouth on yours, his hands now tugging at your waist band. 

He lifted his hand back to your face, feeling your lips beneath his thumb before sliding it down your neck. The corners of his mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed you. 

“I knew there was a reason I couldn’t kill you.”

His tongue lapped against yours, gentle and kind with every touch yet urgent with his hands on you. Groans fell from your throat in response.

You had feared this man all night, and now you were drunk from his lips, and utterly desperate for more.

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When you left Charming all those years ago, you never thought you'd ever be going back. But the Chambers of Commerce reached out, asking if you'd perform for a new festival they were putting on. You were always a sucker for a good festival, especially if there was a carnival involved, and you couldn't say no. Especially since you were hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia and wanted to see a few faces you had left behind.

Words: 7.2K Author's Note: SOA AU! Again, no Clay. Sorry for those who love the man. Reader is also of Spanish descent.

Jax is sitting at the bar, nursing a beer after working a shift in the garage. Ever since he'd taken up the gavel, he'd worked hard to bring peace between the MC's in California, Oregon, Nevada, and Arizona. It took several grueling months of arguments and transfers of power to get it done, but eventually everyone else started to want a bit of peace for themselves. There was still plenty of illegal activity going on, but everyone was less hostile if another MC was rolling through their turf so long as they called ahead to let them know.

Nearly done with his beer, Jax's phone rings and he slides it out of his pocket. He checks the name before flipping it open to answer. "Bishop," he greets. "What's going on, brother?"

"Hola, presidente. I got a favor to ask."

"Sure. You guys runnin' some guns through or what?"

"Not that type of favor, compañero. It's actually about the festival Charming is putting on next week."

"Oh yeah? You guys heard about that down in Santo Padre?" He chugs the last of his beer, gesturing for the prospect to grab him another. "My ma's on the committee that's helping out. Everyone's losing their goddamn minds over it."

Bishop chuckles down the line. "I'm pretty sure it's the concert line-up because that's what I'm calling about. Coco's daughter Letty is obsessed with one singer that's going to perform and she would rather pay the thirty-five-dollar entrance fee to see her perform than spend hundreds of dollars on a ticket for an actual concert."

"Ah. Got it," Jax says. "You're calling ahead to see if it's alright to roll up."

"Si."

"Yeah, brother, I don't see any issue with it. We're all gonna be out there as well. My ma's pumped about one of the entertainers too."

Bishop chuckles. "We're gonna scare all your locals, presidente, with so many kuttes walking around."

It's Jax's turn to chuckle. "Nah. We'll be fine. The locals here know what's up. We keep the streets clean and their kids safe. We're fuckin' kings up here."

Bishop and Jax share another laugh before hammering out the details of who'll be making the drive up to Charming for the festival.

The festival that Charming is putting on is anything unlike Jax has ever seen. It's a four-day festival and so far, they've witnessed two of those days. The first day garnered a good size crowd since the entrance fee was free, and a twenty-dollar wristband gave unlimited access to the rides. The second day had a fifteen-dollar entrance fee since the concerts started at noon and lasted up until midnight, and all rides were a dollar each. There were numerous games, arts and crafts vendors, and food booths- food of all kinds that left the entire festival area smelling unlike the Sons had smelled before.

Now it's the third day and the entrance fee has jumped to thirty-five dollars since the entertainment was more well-known than the previous day's entertainment. Today also happens to be the day of the concert that the Mayans were rolling into town for. So, after spending some time with Tara and Thomas, watching Abel get on a few kiddie rides, Jax leads them over to the main stage towards the back of the festival grounds where the concert is to take place.

When he and Tara get to the stage, their eyes widen at the size of the crowd that this performer has garnered. He's about to lead her and his kids to a set of bleachers at the back of the crowd, not willing to risk pushing his way through so many people, when Gemma catches sight of them.

"Heya, Jackson. These are for you." Gemma hands him four neon orange wristbands that are stamped with the letters VIP.

"VIP?" Tara arches an eyebrow at her mother-in-law. "How'd you score these?"

"The performer is YN YLN." She smirks as Jax's eyes widen.

"No shit?"

"Shit." Gemma smirks before she takes in her daughter-in-law's pinched expression, Tara having been filled in about Jax's girl after she had left for college, and then rolls her eyes before slinging an arm around Tara's shoulders. "Don't be like that. YN knows all about you and Jax, and she's happy for you. She actually wants to meet up after she's done."

"You promise you won't stir shit up?" He asks his ma.

"I promise, baby." She smiles, eyes sparkling. "Everyone's all grown up now and she really does just want to catch up. You weren't her only friend here in Charming, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Just didn't think I'd ever see her again. I broke her heart." Jax winces as he recalls said breakup.

"Breaking her heart was the best thing you did for that girl, Jackson. She got out of Charming and made it big in the music industry." Jax slowly smiles then, realizing his mother is right. "Now I gotta go find some Mayans to give them their bracelets. Opie and Juice are already in the VIP section."

Jax chuckles and waves his mother off, he and Tara then putting the bracelets on their kids before helping each other put their own on.

Gemma walks around for twenty minutes before spotting more kuttes in the crowd, smirking as she approaches them. "What are you guys doing way back here?" The three Mayans and the girl all glance at her, one of them tugging the girl a little behind him. Gemma mentally rolls her eyes at that. "Relax. I'm Jax Teller's mother." They seem to relax at that. "My son tells me the girl is a fan of the next performer. I figured you'd wanna be as close as possible."

"Gemma, right?" One man asks. She nods. "I'm Angel, this is EZ, Coco and Letty." She smiles at each of them.

EZ sheepishly rubs the back of his head. "We got here a bit late. Didn't think the crowd would be this big."

Gemma huffs. "You and me both." She glances around the crowd, shaking her head. Then facing the Mayans, she reaches into her back pocket while pulling out more VIP bracelets. "It's a good thing I have these then."

Letty pushes past her father's protective stance, causing Gemma, Angel and EZ to laugh while Coco glares at his daughter. "Are those- are these for us?!"

"'Course, baby. Now come on. Let's see that dainty wrist of yours."

Gemma helps Letty put her bracelet on while passing out the other three to the men.

"How the hell did you swing this?" Coco asks once Gemma's leading them towards the front of the stage, flashing her bracelet smugly to the security guard on shift.

"Believe it or not, YN and Jax used to date."

"The president of the Sons?" Letty asks. "No way!"

"Yes way. She actually grew up here in Charming, you know," Gemma tells her. "Friends with Jax and Opie. Dated Jax when she was nineteen and then left after she turned twenty. I kept in touch with her even though my son broke her heart and she gave me VIP bracelets to pass around as I saw fit."

In front of the stage, the Sons of Anarchy and the Mayans greet each other like brothers that haven't seen each other in a while. Coco introduces his daughter Letty to everyone as Jax introduces his wife Tara to them as well. Abel and Thomas have been outfitted with noise cancellation headphones since they're so close to the stage and speakers, and Opie's doing his best to calm down Juice who is apparently a fan of YN's as well.

In the time that they wait for the mini concert to begin, Letty and Juice bond over their love of YN's music and their awe over the fact that Jax dated her when they were teenagers. And though Tara was uncomfortable in the beginning knowing her husband's ex was the performer they were all waiting for, she couldn't help but find amusement in their situation. Hopefully Gemma wasn't playing them and there was no drama at the end of the night.

The lights on stage suddenly dim and the crowd cheers in anticipation, Letty and Juice included, which makes the other bikers chuckle in amusement. They can see several people taking the stage, settling down behind instruments or taking up a spot behind mic stands to sing backup.

The music suddenly starts, the crowd goes wild, and a lone figure takes center stage. As soon as the first word is spoken, the lights come on full force. "Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down. I will never hit the ground, hit the ground. Playing dead, I'll never do. Gotta keep an eye on you."

YN walks to the front of the stage, singing as lights pulse along to the beat behind her. As Jax takes her in, he can't help but realize that she really did grow up. She looks completely at home on stage, letting the crowd amp her up. She grins as she steps up on a long rectangular speaker, voice getting a little louder as she grins behind the mic in her hand.

"Oh, won't wave my white flag, no. This time I won't let go. I'd rather die than give up the fight, give up the fight, give up the fight, give up the fight!"

Jax is surprised that the crowd behind his back sings along, YN feeding off the energy of the crowd as she sings her heart out. The lights pulse brighter, and YN walks up and down the front of the stage, not staying in one spot for too long.

When the song comes to an end, YN is back in the middle of the stage and laughing. There's a stool there with a bottle of water sitting atop of it, and YN takes a hearty gulp from it. Only when the crowd dies down does she address them. "Wow." The crowd chuckles at her awe. "I mean, wow, guys!" She laughs. "When my hometown asked me to perform for this festival, I did not expect this turn out. Holy shi-" She cuts herself off, shaking her head in awe as the crowd cheers yet again, laughing along with her. "For those of you who don't know who I am, my name is YN YLN and I grew up here in Charming. And for those of you who do know who I am.. let's party!"

The beat for the next song starts, and the crowd goes wild yet again. The song then cuts out and YN laughs as their whines.

"I apologize in advance for the foul language, but well.. if you're that worried about it maybe you should put some earmuffs on the little ears like these parents have done up here." YN points right at Jax and Tara, smiling and waving at the two of them. "Kudos to you guys because I drop f-bombs in some of my songs."

Tara chuckles as Jax calls out, "I figured! You dropped f-bombs all throughout high school too!"

YN's jaw drops as she laughs. "Touché, Teller." Then glancing back at the crowd, she says, "If you haven't guessed by now, this next song is called Happier Than Ever. If you know it, I wanna hear you scream it!"

The beat starts again.

"You called me again, drunk in your Benz. Drivin' home under the influence. You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath 'cause you only listen to your fuckin' friends." The crowd screams at the f-bomb, Jax and Opie shaking their head at the high school friend. "'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty. You made me hate this city."

The crowd erupts into song, riling themselves up as YN rocks out on stage. Front and center, Letty and Juice scream the lyrics right back at her. "And I don't talk shit about you on the internet. Never told anyone anything bad 'cause that shit's embarrassing. You were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad."

Coco can't believe his daughter is losing her shit over this singer, but he can't deny how happy it makes him to see Letty be so carefree. Even if she is hanging off the shoulder of a Son.

"Hey, 'mano," Angel nudges Jax, "was she this hot in high school too?"

Jax snorts. "You interested?"

Having heard the conversation since they were shouting it, EZ worms his way in between them. "Please," he scoffs. "She's famous. There's no way she'll slum it with a biker from Santo Padre."

"Well, she did slum it with a biker from Charming," Opie muses.

"Will you four knock it off?" Gemma elbows her way between the four men. "Enjoy the show!"

YN sings a few more songs, back-to-back, and by the time she takes a breather she's panting and heaving on stage. The smile hasn't left her face, but it's obvious her set is coming to an end.

Dragging her stool to the very front of the stage and taking a seat in front of the fan blowing air on stage, YN runs her fingers through her hair before fanning herself as if it'll cool her off faster. She exhales roughly, laughing as the crowd is still in titters. "So, I debated how I wanted to end my set and I think I have it all figured out now," she says. The crowd whoops and YN takes a beat to collect her breath. "The night is winding down so I'm gonna go out with a slow song, but not just any 'ol song. The song I'm going to sing was actually written for me by someone who was very close to my heart. I've held onto it for years and I think it's time I share it with the world." YN glances over her shoulder, watching as a man steps forward, dragging his own stool to take a seat and settling his guitar in his lap. Once he's settled, YN nods at him before addressing the crowd once more. "Sorry in advance if I start bawling."

"It's okay! We love you!" Letty screams.

YN hears and chuckles, looking directly at Letty. "Thank you. I love you guys too." She glances at the guitarist then and nods again, and his fingers start plucking the strings to emit a calm tempo.

"Take it," she sings. "If she gives you her heart, don't you break it. Let your arms be a place she feels safe in. She's the best thing that you'll ever have."

Gemma and Jax glance at each other at the same time. "Near and dear?" He muses.

Gemma shrugs. "She never mentioned anybody."

"She loves pop songs and dancing and bad trash TV. There's still a few other things. She loves love notes and babies and likes giving gifts. Has a hard time accepting a good compliment."

"Yep. Sounds like her," Opie mutters.

As YN sings, she sways side to side on her stool, eyes closed. Then as the chorus is sung again, she reaches up with her free hand and quickly swipes under her eyes. Tara glances at Jax and he shrugs, smiling sadly before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and bringing her close to his side. Whoever wrote this song for her must have really loved her and they wonder if she ever got to experience that love.

"Kiss her with passion as much as you can. Run your hands through her hair whenever she's sad. And when she doesn't notice how pretty she is, tell her over and over so she never forgets."

The chorus comes up again and YN's voice cracks, and the backup singers are quick to pick up right away. She pulls the mic away, trying to smile through her heartache and tears. The crowd picks up on her emotional state and cheers for her, but YN quickly pulls herself together to finish the song.

"She'll love you if you love her like that."

As the song comes to an end, the crowd erupts. YN smiles before bursting into tears, setting her mic down on the stool as her guitarist quickly stands to hug her so she can hide her face. The crowd continues to cheer, some wiping tears of their own, and then YN collects herself long enough to take a bow and thank the crowd for coming.

Jax glances at Tara, only to find her wiping her own tears away. He chuckles at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead and then outright laughs when he sees Juice trying to subtly rid himself of his tears as well.

"This was the best night ever," Letty says, tucked under Coco's arm now. "Thanks for letting us roll up, Jax."

He smirks. "Don't even worry about it, kid. I'm glad you got to enjoy the concert from the front row."

"Night's not over, kiddos," Gemma cuts in. "We're VIP. We get to do a meet and greet."

Letty perks right back up and Gemma leads the group towards the back of the stage, opting for all of them to go last since they had a personal connection to YN.

. .

. .

After cleaning yourself up and making yourself presentable, you have a brief meet and greet with those who had scored VIP bracelets. You take pictures with them all, accepting a few gifts here and there, before a large group comes in together. When you see Gemma leading them, you can't help but laugh and rush up to hug her.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it."

"Baby, I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Gemma pulls back, looking you up and down before nodding in approval at whatever she sees. "I even brought some old friends and new ones."

"I can see that." You glance up and over her shoulder, smiling at the two troublemakers you remember from your youth. "Jax. Opie."

"YN." Both men step forward, pulling you into a group hug. Though one of the men broke your heart long ago, you feel nothing but platonic love for your blonde ex.

"God, it's good to see you boys." As you pull back, you catch Jax sheepishly smiling at you.

"I, uh, I want you to meet my wife Tara."

As he reaches for someone just behind him, you smile at the pretty brunette. "Ah. So, you're the infamous Tara." Her smile falters and you wink at her, offering her your hand to shake. "It's nice to finally meet you, even though I'm pretty sure we graduated the same year."

"Likewise." Tara grins. "And can I just say, you're a great singer."

"Thanks." Your eyes slide to the boy in her arms and it takes everything not to coo. Your gaze slides down further to the boy who's holding both Tara and Jax's hands. "Jesus, the Teller genes are really strong in those two."

Jax laughs. "This one standing is Abel and the one in Tara's arms is Thomas."

"How the hell did you end up with angels for kids while I birthed the spawn of Satan?"

Nearly everyone in the room snorts with the exception of Gemma who arches an eyebrow at you. "You got a kid?"

"Mommy!"

You wince. "Speak of the devil." Turning around, you bend down and scoop up the dark-haired terror making a beeline for you. "Luna, mi amor!" You hug her, kiss her cheek, and then pull back to playfully narrow your eyes at her. "Why aren't you asleep, young lady?"

"Because you sang my favorite song!"

"All my songs are your favorite songs."

"Mhm."

Your eyes narrow further. "They gave you candy, didn't they?"

Luna's eyes go wide in her excitement. "So much!"

The room's occupants laugh again and you shake your head. Hitching your daughter on your hip, you turn to face everyone. "Everyone, this is Luna. Love of my life, pain in the butt, but all around a pretty decent kid." She giggles as you tickle her stomach. "Luna, these are mommy's friends from school Opie, Jax and Tara. Tara's boys Abel and Thomas, and then Jax's mommy Gemma."

"And what about them?" Luna points out the other individuals in the room you've yet to meet and your eyes go wide.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry! Hi! Hello." You lurch towards the group of five grinning at you. You shake each of their hands. "Thank you for coming. I hope you enjoyed the show."

"Don't even worry about it, hermosa. And we did." You smile at the handsome man, trying not to blush under his gaze. "I'm Angel."

You glance at the man next to him and he smiles, sticking his hand out. "EZ. Or Ezekiel."

"Hi, EZ."

"Coco. And the whole reason why we're down here is because my daughter Letty is a huge fan." He gestures to the petite brunette beneath his arm and you smile at her.

"H-Hi. It's so cool to meet you. I'm a huge fan."

"Hi, Letty. And thank you. It's always nice to hear that someone enjoys the music you put out."

"I'm, uh, I'm Juice," the final person says. "I came with Jax and the others, but kinda didn't wanna interrupt the whole reunion going on."

"You should have." You chuckle. "I don't think anyone would have cared."

"Mommy," Luna suddenly pipes up, suddenly shy. "I need to potty."

"Alright, babe. One more minute." She nods and you kiss the crown of her head. "Mommy duty calls."

"Don't sweat it, baby," Gemma says.

"Hey, uh, if no one is in a rush to head home, is there a place we can hang out? I really would really like if we could catch up."

"Yeah. The clubhouse is free," Jax says. His gaze then slides over to the Mayans. "You guys are more than welcome to come hang too."

Letty perks up, attention snapping to her dad and expression pleading. He groans, and EZ and Angel laugh. Angel agrees for their group and YN promises to meet them at the clubhouse once she tends to Luna.

"I actually need to put the boys down," Tara says. "Sorry."

You smile reassuringly at her. "Don't be. Thanks for coming. It was nice to meet you."

"Same."

As Jax walks his wife out, Opie calls out to the Mayans and tells them he'll take the lead on the way to the clubhouse. You wave off Gemma when she offers you a ride and tell her you'll be there as soon as possible, and to make sure no croweaters are around because Luna will be tagging along. She laughs, but agrees to kick everyone out.

After tending to Luna and making sure she's okay with visiting with the people she had just met, you buckle her into her car seat and wind through the familiar streets of Charming until you're pulling up outside of Teller-Morrow Automotive.

Hand in hand with Luna, you walk into the clubhouse and shake your head in bewilderment. "Wow. This place hasn't changed a bit."

"I do not believe it," a voice rings out. "YN, as I live and breathe." The owner of the voice stands up from where everyone had congregated, and you beam at the man you used to tease about marrying when you were younger. Chibs. "And with a wee lass of her own? Times really have changed."

"Hi, Chibs." You walk forward, hugging him with only one arm as Luna refuses to let your hand go. "It's been a while."

"I'll say." As he steps back to take you in, he crouches in front of your daughter. "Hello, lass. Name's Chibs. I used to bail your mom out of jail."

You kick out at him as your daughter's eyes light up and you mentally groan. You know she'll remember that for the rest of her life. "If she blackmails me with that, you're dead."

"She's a bit young for blackmail, isn't she?" Jax calls out.

You shake your head as you find a seat in the corner of a sofa, pulling Luna down next to you. "It's all the Spanish blood running through her veins. She's a menace."

"Wait, you're Spanish?" Angel asks.

You glance at him, grinning. "Yeah. Could you not tell?"

"Well, I didn't want to assume, querida. In this day and age, people are really sensitive about that stuff."

You open your mouth to retort before snapping it shut. He wasn't wrong.

"So, what the hell have you been up to?" Opie asks.

Settling into your seat, you grin. "After I left Charming, I applied for college. Spent four years in school and in my last year is when I met my husband."

"Yeah? And where is he now?" Gemma asks.

Your smile falters, but before you can answer, Luna does. "Daddy's in Heaven with the other angels." Everyone looks at you in surprise and you shrug. "Mommy, I'm thirsty."

Immediately, Juice stands up. "Hey, kid, come on. I think we got something you can drink in the refrigerator."

Luna looks at you for your direction and you grin at her, nudging her to go. She hops off the sofa and walks towards Juice, reaching for his outstretched hand. You smile gratefully at him and when he disappears behind a door, you say, "Andres had a brain aneurysm. Went to bed one night and never woke up."

"Jesus, baby, I'm so sorry."

You nod at Gemma, smiling softly. "Thank you. I've come to terms with his passing long ago, but sometimes I'll do something or someone will say something and I'll get emotional all over again."

"He's the near and dear person you were talking about when you sang that last song, isn't he?" Letty asks. Everyone looks at her and Coco nudges her. She winces and punches him back. "What? I just- I'm sorry. I just assumed because the lyrics were that of someone truly close to her."

You smile at the teenager. "You assumed correctly. Andres wrote that song and he sang it at our wedding."

"So what are your plans now?" Jax asks, changing the subject. "Luna's at that age where she can start school. You going to homeschool her or..?"

You sigh before admitting, "I want to get her enrolled into a school. I'll have to take a major break from the music industry so she can have a normal childhood, but that's all part of being a parent so.."

"Abel's starting school this year too," Gemma muses. "I'm sure he and Luna can use a familiar face in school when they start."

"A Teller and a YLN?" Opie groans. "The teachers won't know what hit them."

"We'll be called for a parent/teacher conference by the end of the week," you mumble.

The group chuckles and when Luna reappears, a little too bright eyed for having just something to drink, you put Juice on babysitting duty. He happily accepts and it isn't long before Opie, Chibs, Gemma and Jax are regaling the Mayan crew about your youth.

Opie tells them all about your stints in detention because of some chick fight you always seemed to be in, Gemma tells them about you and Jax hotwiring a car during a dare, and Chibs tells them about when he had to bail you out of jail for public indecency.

"I was peeing on the side of the road! It wasn't like I was flashing my kitty cat to the world," you grumble.

As the night continues on, you learn about Jax taking over for the Sons and how he made peace with everyone. You muse about wondering how they were at complete ease with the Mayans because the last you remembered, they were on different sides of a war. Then you end up taking pictures with everyone- Juice and Letty getting their own solo pics with you, but everyone else groups together. Gemma and Chibs stand on either side of you, arms wrapped around your shoulders and waist, for one pic. Opie and Jax for another. And then Angel and Coco stand on either side of you with EZ standing on Coco's other side.

When your time is coming to an end, you're surprised to see your daughter on the lap of a Mayan. Angel looks smug as can be that Luna chose him, sitting sideways on his lap with her forehead pressed to his neck as she's half awake, half asleep.

"Well, it seems that's my cue to go and check into our hotel room," you say, gesturing to your daughter.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Gemma asks.

"Luna and I are going to be at the festival. I have loads of food coupons and wristbands for free entrance and unlimited rides."

"Lucky," Juice grumbles.

"I have more than enough if anyone wants to tag along. I wouldn't mind some of you guys coming, actually, to keep the people at bay."

"Sorry, darlin'," Jax slightly frowns. "We got a run tomorrow."

"And I have errands," Gemma mutters.

"I'm not doing anything tomorrow!" Letty immediately perks up.

You glance at her and then at her dad who's shaking his head. "I gotta get back to make a run for Bishop."

"I'm free," EZ says. "I can give Letty a ride back if the Sons are okay with us staying in Charming."

"Yeah. That's not a problem," Jax says.

Letty turns a pleading gaze to his father and he sighs. "Fine. You can stay."

"One call and I'm free," Angel muses. "I doubt my baby brother will be enough to keep anyone at bay all on his lonesome."

"Thanks. I'd appreciate it."

You spend a few more minutes hammering out the details, trading numbers with EZ, Angel and Letty so you can meet up with them tomorrow and give them their wristbands. Jax offers up a few dorms for the Mayans there at the clubhouse so they don't have to worry about booking any rooms anywhere, and then Angel's offering to carry Luna to the car you had rented when you stand up to retrieve her.

You spend a few minutes hugging your old friends, promising Gemma you would be in touch because you were serious about settling down and wanted her help looking into houses. She was more than ecstatic to hear that and promised to start looking around Charming first.

As you're walking towards your vehicle with Angel at your back, you open up the back door for him. He moves to settle Luna into her seat and her hand drags across his beard. "Mommy?" She sleepily calls out.

"Yes, baby?"

"This one's pretty. Can we keep him?"

Both you and Angel snort at her words, and you can only shake your head at your daughter's audacity. "Well, mami, what's it gonna be?" He asks, crossing his arms over his well-toned chest.

"¡Cállate!" You huff a laugh. "We already have un perro, we don't need another."

"Ouch, querida, that hurt." His shoulders shake as he tries not to laugh too loud and disturb your daughter's sleep.

"Just call 'em as I see 'em, guapo." You smile at him, softening your previous words. "Thanks for carrying her. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Buenas noches, hermosa."

You grin at him. "Buenas noches."

You and your daughter Luna sleep in the next day, only waking up when the urge to pee can no longer be ignored. Luna is still dead to the world when you finish up your business and then decide to shower when she won't be fighting for your attention while you're naked.

You're ordering some brunch when she finally wakes and then afterwards you help her through her morning routine so she's awake enough to eat without fuzzy teeth. Then once she's full, you help her bathe and dress, and put her hair up into two buns with the ends of her hair sticking out at the bottom to give it a fun and crazy look.

You somehow end up with the same hairstyle as Luna since it made you look a little different and you hoped it was enough to deter any fans from approaching. Then you put on a pair of Aviator sunglasses that had a blue-ish, purple tint, and grabbed up all the wristbands and food coupons you had left over after distributing some to your tour crew.

When you meet up with your group for the day, Letty squeals over your and Luna's hairstyle and immediately busies herself with your daughter. You laugh, shake your head at her, and then greet Angel and EZ with hugs.

"You boys ready for today?" You ask. You gesture for Angel to raise his hand and he does, and you're quick to wrap two bands- neon green and orange- around his wrist. "Someone better get on the SlingShot with me."

"Count me out." EZ chuckles as he offers you his own wrist so you can wrap two bands around him too. "I'll take Luna when you get on though."

"Gatito," you mutter. The brothers laugh as you move onto Letty and Luna, wrapping wristbands around their wrists as well. Then when you're done, Letty wraps the wristbands around your own wrists. "So," you sigh, addressing the group at large, "the plan is for you guys to follow me so you can park the bikes where no one will mess with them. Letty, if you want, you can ride with me and Luna."

"Hell yes."

Once you get Luna situated back in her car seat and Letty buckles up in your passenger seat, you drive towards the festival grounds. You have access to the private parking in the back and you briefly stop to tell security that the two men on motorcycles are with you.

"Alright." You clap your hands excitedly once you're out of your vehicle and everyone is gathered around once again. "Who's excited for some thrills and the most unhealthiest of foods?"

"Me!" Luna screams.

You divide up a handful of food coupons between you and Letty, the two of you shoving them into your pockets since you had a less chance of losing them with how tight your shorts were. Plans were made so that the adult who didn't get on a ride would hold all the phones and then you were off, Luna holding onto your and Letty's hands while Angel and EZ walked a step behind the three of you.

Luna doesn't waste a second before choosing a ride of her choice, choosing a miniature roller coaster in the shape of a dragon that merely went in a loop with a few hills here and there. You can see the horror on her face at the first small drop, but the cheering from you, Angel, EZ and Letty ends up making her laugh and forget all about it.

She goes on the swings and then the train by herself, and then you and Letty get on the enormous slide and the carousel with her much to Angel's amusement. But then the tables are turned when she wants to get on the spinning pool balls, and asks Angel and EZ to get on with her. You and Letty get on as well, phones at the ready to record the broody Reyes brothers on the cheerful spinning carnival ride.

When Luna starts to be uninterested in getting on rides, you decide to feed her. Everyone eats something small while your daughter stuffs her face, and then she gets her face painted and manages to get the Reyes brothers to compete for one of the large plush unicorns for her. Angel wins it and becomes unbearably smug about it, and then the rest of you decide to hit up the funhouses before opting for a ride since the corndogs and lemonade were still heavy in your stomachs.

You and Letty laugh your heads off in the House of Mirrors when Angel walks into a mirror and hits his forehead pretty hard. In another funhouse that has a few different obstacles to overcome, you and Letty stumble over a conveyor belt hallway that changes direction every few seconds. EZ pokes fun when you stumble out of the spinning tunnel at the end, and then you and Letty urge him to do better.

And better he does not do.

The moment EZ steps onto the conveyor belt and it changes direction, he hits the ground with his knees. The look of surprise on his face has you, Angel and Letty losing your collective shits. The belt jerks forwards and backwards, and EZ curses up a storm as he tries to get his feet beneath him while holding onto the railing. By the time he's stumbling out of the spinning tunnel at the end and glaring at the funhouse operator, you and Angel are practically holding each other up with tears in your eyes.

The Ferris Wheel buckets are enough for all five of you to get on and Letty takes plenty of photos of all you inside the bucket plus an aerial view of the carnival all lit up down below. You drag Letty onto the Zipper and the Fireball with you, and before you decide to eat dinner, you beg Angel to get on the SlingShot with you.

Angel's as confident as can be until he actually sees what the SlingShot is and then you can see his confidence waver. But EZ steps in, calls him a coward, and then Angel's dragging you to the line. There are not too many adrenaline junkies so you make it to the front of the line fairly quickly, and all too soon you're being strapped into the spherical seat.

You have to bite back a laugh when Angel makes absolutely sure the ride operator has him secured in properly, but end up caving when you hear Letty and EZ teasing him from the safety of their positions. And when you glance at them, your heart melts a little to see Luna happily seated on EZ's shoulders as Letty holds onto her unicorn for her.

You and Angel are waiting in your seat when you notice a little red light on the camera in front of you turn on. The spherical seat you're in gets reclined backwards so you're now looking up at the darkened sky and you snort when you see Angel cross himself from the corner of your eye.

Glancing directly at the camera, you wink and completely school your expression. "Hey, Angel?"

"Yeah, hermosa?"

"I think we fucked up. I'm having second thoughts."

"Jesus fuckin'- don't tell me that. I didn't even want to get on this ride to begin with!"

You laugh as he starts to curse and then the ride operator starts a countdown. You can hear EZ and Letty join in as you grip tight to the bars that are sitting over your chest, and then the ride operator green lights the ride. You and Angel shoot upward, your scream of terror soon turning into screams of laughter as Angel curses up a storm next to you.

As your seat continues to bounce, turning this way that way and slowing down, you decide to mess with him some more.

"Angelito?"

"What?"

You smirk at the hint of a bite in his tone. "I think I'm gonna hurl."

"¡Hijo de puta!" He curses and you snort, shaking with suppressed laughter. "You better not, querida. You better lock that shit down right now."

You're still giggling when the ride comes to a complete stop and the ride operator releases you from your restraints. Angel hurriedly stomps off the platform and you rush to a set of TV monitors to see the pictures. They're absolutely hilarious and you quickly shell out money for the pictures and the DVD video of it all.

With your purchases in hand, you finally rejoin your friends and daughter.

"Did you seriously buy all that bullshit?"

"You bet your sweet ass I did," you tell Angel, causing Letty and EZ to laugh some more. "Now who's hungry?"

With Luna on EZ's shoulders, he leads the way to all the food booths. Everyone takes their time figuring out what they want to eat and after waiting in line at a couple different booths, everyone gathers around a picnic table to eat their findings.

And after eating a cheeseburger with chili cheese fries and half a funnel cake, you can barely manage to keep yourself upright. Your elbows are on the table, chin resting on the palms of your hands as you watch Luna eat and exhibit far too much energy than you think she should be capable of right now.

As soon as Angel finishes his last taco, he wipes his hands off with a napkin and stands up just enough to turn in his seat. Now straddling the bench, he pulls you in so you're resting against his chest. You happen to catch EZ's gaze across the table and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes and practically melt into his brother.

"So, what's the plan now that you've done your obligation to the festival committee?" EZ asks.

You shrug. "Find a house and plant roots, I guess."

"You were really serious about that?" Letty asks. "Would you still be making music?"

"I want to," you admit. "I love writing, but after tonight- after having a normal night of fun with you guys and my daughter, I just want her to have a semi-decent childhood where people aren't crowding us."

"Where are you going to look for a house at?" Angel asks.

"Most likely here in Charming. Gemma wasn't wrong when she said it would be nice for Jax's kid and my kid to have a familiar face with them when we leave them on their own."

"You don't think that'll be weird? Your kid and your ex's kid going on playdates and shit."

"No." You laugh. "While I can admit Teller aged like a fine wine-" Letty snorts across from you, "-I can also admit that there is no longing or what if's when I look at him. I'm happy Jax and Tara found their way back to each other. Luna wouldn't be here if Jax hadn't broken up with me, so for that I'm also kind of grateful. I don't think I can picture my life without that tiny terror."

"So that's that, huh? You're just gonna be a mom now?" Letty arches an eyebrow at you.

"Sort of. I'll still write, but most likely just sell the songs. I have to keep the cash rolling in somehow," you muse. "And when Luna's old enough, then and only then will I think about getting back into a recording studio."

"Well, whatever you decide, querida, we'll support you."

"Yeah? You think you'll still be around that long down the line, huh?"

"Of course. You've got blackmail material on me. I ain't goin' nowhere."

EZ laughs at his brother. "I need to see that video, YN. The boys back in Santo Padre would pay to see it too."

"Fuck that." Angel frowns. "No one's seeing a goddamn thing."

"Little ears, Angel!" Letty glares at him, covering Luna's ears with her hands. "Shut up."

"I'm pretty she's heard worse or have you not heard her ma?"

You smirk and wink at Letty. "I can't wait until I can attend those PTA meetings. These Charming mothers won't know what hit them."

"Yeah?" EZ chuckles. "I've heard stories about Teller's wife. I have a feeling the two of you are going to piss off a lot of these PTA moms."

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

Songs used in this fic are White Flag by Bishop Briggs, Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish, and If You Love Her by Forest Blakk.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

I’m here for the new prompt list!! Happy New Years beauty , thanks for this amazing surprise!

Could I request Jax Teller with First time as a couple?

⬆️ I would like to be “destiny” 😈 LOL

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The beginning

You and Jax were sitting on the couch in the corner as the Friday night party went on around you. Jax's hand was on your thigh as you talked about your day, a soft smile on his face as you spoke.

"It was so funny, dude slips on a wet floor sign then goes on and on about suing like he had a case. And then he tried to pull that his lawyer was a family friend and that if we didn't give him free shit for a year, he would make sure that we all ended up homeless. He only left when we called our own lawyer and handed the phone to him."

Jax sighed, "you are a saint, you know you can come and work at T-M?'

You shook your head, "no, I think our relationship stays alive because I'm not near Gemma everyday of the week."

Jax chuckled, "she can be a lot."

You leaned in and kissed him, Jax smiling against your lips as an idea came over him, "you wanna head home?"

You thought for a moment, "I'd like that, but as long as you come with me."

He smirked, "that's the plan darlin."

****

You got to Jax's front door and he helped you off his bike, then you handed him back his helmet, "we'll have to get one of your own, you were holding onto me so tight I thought you were going to break one of my ribs."

You shook your head, "you're the one that gave me your helmet, I was making sure that you stayed on the bike."

He chuckled, "sure darlin. You wanna come in for a nightcap?" His tone made it clear he was looking for more than just a beer and a goodnight kiss.

"Yep, I'll take tea if you've got some?"

The smile on Jax's face grew, he knew what that meant, "I think there's tea inside." He placed his hand on your back as you walked in his front door, kicking off your shoes while holding onto Jax for balance.

He pointed towards the kitchen with a smile and removed his kutte, handing it on the hook, "this way."

You nodded, "I've been to your house before, I know where your kitchen is." You sat at the table while Jax boiled the water and went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

"You got any plans for the morning?"

You shook your head, "nope, I have a drawer here, I was hoping you'd let me stay the night."

Jax smiled, "that sounds nice."

He sat down opposite you and took your hand, "I've really enjoy spending time with you."

You smiled, "me too, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Jax leaned over the tabled and kissed you, soft at first, then he deepened it as you reached your hand up to hold his face.

"I'm not really feeling like tea now, maybe we go head to the bedroom?"

Jax smiled and took your hand, standing up and dragging you towards the bedroom. He opened the door and you followed him in, standing in the middle of the room waiting for him to do something.

Jax's hands cupped your face, "if you don't want tea, what do you want?"

You smiled, "you."

Jax smiled back and leaned down to kiss you, "I can do that." His hands moved from your face to your top and buttoned it, a sudden realisation hitting you as you stopped his hands with a giggle.

"What? If you're not up for it that's ok, we can wait as long as you need."

You shook your head, "no I want to. I know we had that conversation about what we were into and being safe and all that but I wasn't planning for this tonight and I'm not dressed for this occasion." You looked down and Jax followed your gaze, "my socks don't even match."

Jax smiled and kissed you gently, "that's alright, I'm not really paying attention to your underwear anyway, not this time at least."

You giggled, "ok."

Jax kissed you, harder this time and you felt your knees get weak as he walked you back towards the bed. Your knees hit the edge and you fell backwards, Jax going with you as he caught himself in his hands. "You sure you want to do this?

You nodded, "yes, are you?"

He smirked, "hell fucking yeah."

He went back to your top, popping the buttons and smiled as you sat up and shrugged it off your shoulders, "I like this colour and the lace is pretty."

You giggled, "just wait till you get a look at my granny panties." He didn't say anything else, settling for kissing your lips, then your cheek then down your neck and to your chest.

His lips brushed your skin and then he was running his hand up your back and to the clasp of your bra. "Can I?"

You nodded, "please." He smiled at you then the bra was opening, Jax's hand reaching up and brushing the straps off your shoulders.

His eyes went wide as they landed on your chest, "wow you have nice tits, I thought they looked nice with your clothes on but this is something else."

You smiled, "you're very sweet." His lips returned to where they were before he removed your bra, grazing the skin until they were moving down to your breasts. His lips wrapped around your nipple and his fingers found the other, his touch gentle. You placed your hands on the back of his head and wove your fingers into his hair, Jax sighing as you pressed him closer.

You went to remove your pants but he grabbed your hand, pulling away from your breast briefly, "let me do that." His mouth and his fingers swapped positions as he reached down with his free hand and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled away from your breast and looked down with a smile, "I like them."

You giggled, "they aren't the most fancy pair I own."

You lifted your hips as Jax pulled them down, stopping to remove your socks, "I like these too."

You shook your head, "now you're just sweet talking me." When you were in nothing but your panties, you reached over and unbuttoned his blue flannel Jax sliding it off his ample shoulders with a smirk, "why do you need to wear so many layers?"

Jax chuckled and pulled back, taking off his top as your eyes raked over his newly bare skin, "you like what you see darlin?"

You smiled, "oh, most definitely." He kissed you again and you reached to undo his belt and pulled it away before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You broke away from him and looked into his eyes with a silent question, Jax nodding softly.

You slid your hand into his pants and palmed his hard cock, your eyes going wide, "don't worry, we'll go slow." You nodded softly and pulled his pants down then wrapped your finger around the hem of his boxers and yanked them down, freeing his cock as he moaned.

"You good?" His tone was soft as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek.

You smiled softly and kissed him, pulling back just far enough to reply, "I'm great."

You went to grab his cock but he stopped you, "let's focus on your tonight, we have plenty of time for everything else."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "what, but.."

He stopped you, "hey, I've got a reputation to uphold."

You giggled, "ok, well I'm going to make it up to you."

He smiled, "I can wait, lie back and let me make you feel good?"

You nodded and did as he asked, getting comfortable while he watched your every move. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin as his hands ran up and down your legs and with one final sweep, pulled your panties off.

He kissed down your body, bypassing your breast with his lips but picking up the slack with his hands, the callouses on his fingers making you feel warm as his lips moved down your body. He reached your hips then lifted your legs over his shoulders. He looked up at you with a smile, "can I?"

You nodded, "please." Jax kissed your inner thigh, slowly working his way towards your centre until his lips were brushing your core. He spread you open then licked you from entrance to clit and you gasped as Jax wrapped his lips around your clit. You twitched and Jax's forearm came down to hold your hips down as he took his other hand and circled his entrance with two fingers.

You moaned as he slid them inside you, his fingertips searching for your G-spot, you twitched again when he found it and Jax smiled against you, pulling back and replacing his mouth with his thumb, "found it."

You sighed, "you are a smug bastard."

Jax laughed and his mouth returned to your flesh, his arm pressing down harder as he built you up.

"Go a bit slower please." Jax listened before you finished speaking, his fingers slowing until you gasped, "that's much better, thank you."

Jax lifted his arm off your body long enough to wrap around your thigh before pulling you close then went back to hold you down. Jax listened to your every direction with no hesitation or complaint. Just as you reached the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his fingers and kissed your inner thigh. You tapped him with your knee and he lifted his head, "what gives dude?"

Jax smirked, "the night is still young."

You rolled your eyes, "we have all our lives for that, don't be a tease."

Jax's smirk widened, "our whole lives darlin, you really feel that way?"

You smiled, "yes, now get back to it or I'll change my mind."

He kissed the top of your thigh with a soft smile, "alright then darlin." When his mouth returned to your core, he didn't stop and with one more pass of his fingers to your G-spot you arched off the bed and contracted around his fingers.

Jax worked you through and you fumbled for his hand, Jax lifting his forearm off your hips to link his hand in yours as the orgasm faded. He kissed his way up your body until he reached your mouth, kissing you slow and soft until you wrapped your arms around his body and pulled him close.

He pulled his lips away from you with a smile, "you wanna keep going?"

You nodded, "yes please." Jax kissed your cheek and opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom, ripping open the packet and rolling it on his cock.

"You sure? You can always tell me no and I won't be mad."

You smiled, "yes I want this and you are very sweet." Jax kissed the tip of your nose and moved back to hover over you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

He pressed his lips to yours and you placed your hands on his chest as he grabbed his cock, "you tell me if you want to change anything yeah?"

You smiled, "of course, can you please stop being so sweet?"

Jax sighed, "no way." His lips found yours as he slid inside you with a groan. He paused to let you adjust, his chest pressing to yours as his hand moved to your clit. His fingers moved in soft circles as his hips started to rock, taking a slow and steady pace until he was rolling his hips into you, the head of his cock brushing your G-spot.

He pulled away from your lips and buried his face in your neck while you pressed your face into his chest as the pleasure grew. You wove your hand into Jax's hair and he kissed from your neck to your cheek then your temples then finally your lips.

You tightened your legs and held him tighter to you, Jax moaning as his hips picked up speed, "please, Jax, I need more."

His voice was tight as he replied, "I can do that." He pushed himself up on one arm to gain leverage and looked into your eyes, his fingers pressing harder as he ground into you. You reached a hand up to stroke his cheek and Jax smiled at you, turning his head to kiss your palm.

"Jax, I'm close."

He grunted, deeper and more desperate this time, "I know, me too." Jax put more weight on his knees and slammed inside you, "you can let go, I'm here."

How were you to deny such a request, with one last roll of his hips, you came around him and Jax's pace faltered as he did his best to keep his composure. You took his face in your hands and kissed him, Jax nose bumping yours, "I love you."

Jax smiled against your skin then dropped his forehead to yours to look into your eyes, "I love you too." He kissed you again and came with a grunt, his chest falling onto yours as he caught his breath.

He rolled off you and threw the condom in the trash and pulled you into his arms, "how was that?"

You smiled, "it was great, amazing in fact, I do think I owe you a blow job though."

Jax smirked, "like you said, we have all our lives. I love you."

"I love you too Jax."

Fin

[narcolini]

no goodbyes - bonus scene

juice x gn!reader, hurt/comfort/fluff, 1138 words

warmings for reader in hospital care, mentions of injury

for day 28 of whumpril: bedridden | semiconscious | light Sensitivity

a/n: i told myself all month i couldnt do a follow up for this fic and then.. i went and did it anyway LMAO just had to give us a lil happy ending for him

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa​

previous part here

The first thing you recognise as life, is the thrum of your own blood in your ear drums. The thump of a pulse in your skull, a headache, a pinching at the very back of your head: there, gone again, there. You wince. Try to swallow, but your tongue may as well be sandpaper, dry and tacky to the roof of your mouth. It’s like you’re having an allergic reaction. When you force another swallow it almost makes you panic, because how can you breathe like this? When your tongue is sitting like that, when your throat is sore like you’ve had the tonsils scraped out.

You blink, feeling the sleep catch in the corners of your eyes, like you went to bed crying and the tears dried where they fell. Un-wiped, not brushed away as you usually would. It’s blinding when you open them, so bright that you don’t manage to hold it for long enough to see where you are. Face scrunching, you’re back into darkness again, attempting to clear the parch of your mouth to speak.

‘Am I…’ You don’t get far. The back of your throat stings, but you clear it again and manage to ask, ‘Can you turn off the lights?’

You weren’t sure there was even anyone in the room, until the chair opposite goes shooting back, feet scraping along the floor. It must catch whatever is beside it, rattling that too. A whole explosion of noise, really, from the one person in the room with you.

It isn’t a stretch to guess who it might be.

You crack one eye open to look at him, to find Juice, standing by the bedside. ‘Hey.’ It’s barely a whisper.

He lets out a breath, pouring it over the blankets you’re draped in. ‘Thank God.’

You wish you could savour the look of him, the moment of relief. But it’s still so bright, white and searing. ‘Lights,’ you remind him, squeezing your lids shut again.

‘Yeah, sure.’

He nods, tracking across the room to the door, to the switch on the wall beside it. He flicks them off without hesitation, throwing you both into a much easier level of light to manage. Not entirely dark, thanks to the corridor beyond, but dim enough to open your eyes properly now, to blink away their dryness.

There’s the beeping, of course, now that you take notice. Whatever you’re hooked up to is very clearly saying you’re alive, not dead, not left in the back lot of the Sons’ clubhouse. The headache’s there still, pinching every now and then. But besides that, you feel nothing, see nothing. Your legs are covered in the baby-blue throws every hospital seems to own. No pain, that you can tell of. Maybe a tightness, an ache, but nothing like before. You must be on drugs, you realise with a smile, painkillers. Enough of them to hide the damage entirely.

You put your gaze back to Juice, slow and dreamy. ‘Hey, soldier.’

He looks sad, weirdly. Or it could be relief. Soft eyes, faint smile, dark circles that don’t suit him. Maybe he’s so tired that he can’t manage to look any other way. He should be grinning, really, because you’re alive and so is he. ‘Hey, baby,’ he says, so quiet you almost miss it.

You twitch your hand out, palm up. He comes forward like he’s read your mind and puts his own into it, fingers interlocking.

‘They said it wouldn’t be long til you woke up,’ he states, and then you hear the relief too, the Thank Gods planted behind every word.

You nod, and the movement throws the room from under you for a second. Yeah, definitely drugged. You shouldn’t do that again, minimal movements only from now on. ‘You been here waiting?’ you ask.

He nods. ‘Every day.’

A laugh snuffs out of you, through the nose, against the tubes you’ve got stuffed in there. ‘I love you.’

He squeezes your hand before bending to kiss it, just by the wrist. ‘You’ve no idea how worried I’ve been,’ he says, voice catching slightly.

‘I think I can guess.’

‘When you dropped at the club…’ His head shakes. ‘I could hardly walk, it’s like my legs went with you. With yours.’ He swallows, flitting an apologetic look your way, like he was wrong to compare his legs, to your injured ones. If you were anymore yourself, you’d have laughed. You don’t mind when it’s him.

‘What happened?’ you ask, finding it easier to talk now that you’ve started.

‘Well.’ He looks shy to tell you, a bit embarrassed even. Too humble for his own good. ‘Turns out I could, cause I had to. Wasn’t about to let you die on me like that.’

Of course not, he’d never forgive himself if you did. ‘Over the shoulder?’ You sigh, sinking into the pillows slightly. ‘Or like a bride?’

He frowns. ‘What?’

‘How did you carry me?’ Your eyes close, lips lifting into a smile. You’ve no idea if it’s even noticeable to him. You can’t really feel your face. ‘Trying to picture my rescue,’ you muse.

He laughs then, genuine and loud enough to sound strange in the half-lit hospital room, like it’d be insensitive if there was anyone else there besides you and him. It must be the first time he has in a while, from the way it burst out. ‘Honestly,’ he says, ‘it wasn’t heroic. Y’know, crying, blood. Couldn’t get my fucking hands in the right…yeah. Not a movie moment.’

You hum. ‘Well, I’m gonna pretend it was bridal style.’ You sneak a look at him, through your lashes. ‘And that you were topless. Shirt fell off in the chaos.’

He laughs again, teeth flashing as he leans toward you for a kiss. You see him hesitate a moment, just before your lips, before deciding to put it there anyway, nose bumping the breathing tubes you’re stuck in. He could kiss them out of you, for all you care. You got this breathing business down.

‘I love you,’ he says, once he’s pulling back again, and putting his other hand over yours. Like one wasn’t enough, he has to hold it twice. ‘I would’ve never forgiven myself if—’

‘Don’t, Juicy,’ you cut him off. ‘I’m okay. I will be.’

He looks down at his feet. But it’s not a lie, is it? He’s got nothing to hide from you.

‘Right?’ You wiggle your toes, all ten. ‘I’m not…?’

‘No, no, you’re good.’ Your query pulls him back to you, reassuring smile in the creases by his eyes. ‘Well, couple bullet holes, but.’

You sigh, drawn out and light like you’ve just settled into a lounger at the beach, not stretched your legs across a hospital bed. ‘I’ll take what I can get.’

[the-wandering-lunatic]

There's going to be a bit of space between updates for Scars Remain at the moment. I run my own small business and have to attend to orders and inventory. I will update as I can! I've gotten everyone from the comments into a tag list, and I'm working on creating a masterlist link so all fics are easy to locate and keep track of for you all!

I'm beyond thrilled to be writing again. The enthusiasm shown for this fic so far has been heartwarming to say the least!

I'll also be posting a prompt request list for short imagines/one shots for MAYANS & SOA characters soon as well!

Thank you all so much! I can't wait to continue writing for you all!

~ Shannon

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage Masterlist

Fic Content Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Gore, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Stalking, Spousal Abuse (off page/not described in detail), Injury, Weapons, Gun Violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Growing up in the club had it's perks but for the Princess of SAMCRO the inability to make her own choices leads to resentment as she ages. In an effort to regain control of her life OC Raven asks her best friend Juice to take her virginity. As always 18+.

General disclaimer that of typical SOA warnings. Hint of smut

Warnings for this specific story: Age gap

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"Chibs, you got a moment?" inquired Juice as he approached the bar where Chibs, Tig and Jax sat drinking. "Sure. What's on your mind?" replied Chibs noting the nervous energy coming off the younger man."Mmm" replied Juice as his eyes quickly darted to Tig. "Be better if we stepped outside". Chibs frowned but slipped from his stool and followed the younger man to the clubhouse door.

"So I suspect this is about Raven." stated Chibs as they sat at the picnic table outside. Juice sighed as he nodded. This morning Raven had hit him with a conversation he had not been expecting and was at a loss for how to navigate. Letting out a heavy sigh he looked towards the sky as he spoke. "She asked me to take her virginity".

Chibs nodded before speaking. "Good call to not have this conversation in front of her dad" he laughed making Juice roll his eyes. "What did you tell her?"

"I panicked Chibs. I told her we had to table it because she had all these reasons as too why and I fled the house. Once I got here I realized I should have shut it down but I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Especially with all she has had to endure the last few months" replied Juice with a defeated sigh as he collapsed onto the picnic table.

"Fair. She's eighteen in two days. Wouldn't be illegal" replied Chibs. "What were her reasons?"

"She feels safe and comfortable with me" started Juice as he thought back on the mornings conversation.

*That night*

"Got a moment?" asked Juice as he leaned on the pool table where Raven stood watching Jax and Opie play.

"Yeah" replied Raven quietly as she followed him through the clubhouse to his dorm room. Juice held the door open for her and gestured for her to step in. Before Juice could say a word Raven was speaking.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I was way out of line to ask you that. I feel like an idiot, it was so stupid of me" blurted out Raven her face red with embarrassment as the conversation played out again in her mind.

"You don't have to apologize" soothed Juice as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it in comfort. "It did surprise me" he continued with a small laugh. "But if it's what you want then I am happy to help. With one condition"

"Really?" replied Raven finally looking up at him. Shocked he was agreeing.

"Yeah. Just need to wait until you are eighteen" replied Juice as he nodded. The conversation with Chibs this morning had left him feeling more comfortable with the situation.

Raven nodded before speaking. "Thank you so much" she murmured as she threw her arms around him in a hug.

*Raven's Birthday*

"Have I told you thank you yet?" joked Raven as she lay curled up into Juice's chest as she used her nails to trace his tattoos. Juice snorted making her smack him playfully.

"You may have a few times during the last couple of hours" replied Juice as he reflected on the events of the night since they had returned home from the party the club had thrown for her. "I'm glad I was able to make it special for ya though".

"Think you could go again?" asked Raven as she moved to where she could see his face.

Juice chuckled as he moved his hand down her side before moving her onto her back. "I could do another round or two" he stated before leaning down to kiss her.

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A RAVEN AMONG CROWS II: TAINTED WITH BLOOD AND SMOKE

Chapter 15: Low Hanging Fruit

Sydney and Tig continue to stumble their way through all of the truths that neither of them want to face, meanwhile Zobelle and his crew ramp up their tactics to takedown SAMCRO by proposing a tempting offer to the one man who wants them gone the most.

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sons of anarchy fans!! i have decided!!

as well as writing for jax, i'll now also write for juice, chibs, and opie.

if you have any thoughts (filthy or otherwise... the filthier the better... ;)) please send them my way... <3

this old man makes me feral. i won't apologise ✋🏻

edit - read my first chibs fic here.

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Nurse Next Door pt. 2

When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren't expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life's funny like that.

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You'd been living in Bakersfield for a little over six months now and you couldn't picture being anywhere else. Your neighbors, especially Elena, were all lovely and friendly. You got to see a hot biker or two every now and then, and even made friends with said bikers.

Happy had taken full advantage of you being friends with his mother and having your number and texted you every Sunday afternoon to see how she was doing.

It's Friday night, after you've had dinner with Elena, and you've just finished helping her clean up before you take your leave. And after one too many yawns, she swats at you with one of her dish towels.

"Ve a casa y duerme un poco. Has estado trabajando toda la semana." (Go home and get some sleep. You've been working all week.)

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going." You walk towards the door, hesitating before you push it open. "I have errands to do tomorrow, but Sunday I'm driving over to my dad's for dinner. Do you want to go with me?"

"No sé.." (I don't know.)

"Well sleep on it. If you want to get out of the house, you're more than welcome to tag along." You smile at her before pushing open the door, brow furrowing when you spot the vehicle sitting directly in front of her house. For some reason warning bells immediately go off and your heart drops into your stomach when you see the window roll down.

There's a glint in the moonlight and you quickly backpedal into Elena's home.

"Gun! Elena, get down!"

Gunshots ring out, aimed right where you were standing, and you fall backwards as Elena screams. You roll around on your back, kicking the wooden door closed as splintered wood falls on you. It seems like it goes on forever, as you crawl towards Elena who'd knocked over her coffee table and laid behind it, but really it's only a handful of seconds before you hear tires screeching and the sound of a car's engine driving away.

"Elena, ¿estás bien?" (Elena, are you okay?)

When she glances up at you, your heart aches for the woman with a tearstained face. She nods, but her gaze drops down from your face. "Mija, estás sangrando." (You're bleeding.)

When you glance down and see blood dripping down from your chest, the pain kicks in. You know panicking never helps a situation, but you can't help it. "Call 911. 'Lena, call 911!"

You see the dish towel Elena had moments ago, grabbing it and moving so you're laying on your back. You immediately press it to your wound, trying to regulate your breathing since you can actually feel it getting shallower and shallower.

As Elena makes her way to her phone that's hanging on the wall, you pull out your own from your pocket. Quickly bringing up Happy's contact, you send him two texts back to back before setting your phone aside and resting your eyes.

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The Sons down in Charming are enjoying their Friday night to the best of their ability. Ever since Clay had been taken out, and Gemma not that long after him since her botched attempt on Tara's life, Jax got the club on a semi-decent path. They still dabbled in some pretty illegal stuff, but they were a lot more calculated about it to prevent any more brothers doing time.

A few of the patched brothers are drinking some beers, talking about random shit as some sweetbutts try to entice a few of them back to their dorms when Happy's phone beeps from inside his kutte. No one thinks anything of it, at least not until he pulls out his phone and then promptly shoves the sweetbutt who'd been walking her fingers up and down his thigh away from him.

"What's up, Hap?" Jax asks, having felt the change in atmosphere the moment Happy read whatever was on his phone.

"My Ma's neighbor texted." He pushes a button before pressing his phone to his ear.

Juice immediately looks up from his laptop. "You got her number before I did? Damn."

"It's not like that," he immediately says. The ringing phone goes to voicemail before he tries it again. "She sent two texts- three words. Shooting and Ma's house."

"Oh fuck."

Immediately, Chibs and Tig are shooing away the rest of the sweetbutts as they wait with bated breath for whoever Happy is calling to pick up. And just when he thinks it's gonna go to voicemail again, it clicks over.

"HAPPY?!"

"Ma? Ma, where's YN?"

He puts the phone and speaker so he doesn't have to explain this to his brothers as soon as it's over, mentally cringing as they all listen to his hysterical mother. He doesn't have a good feeling about this. "They shot her, mijo. They shot her and now her eyes won't open."

"Who shot her, Ma?" He stands- Juice, Jax, Opie, Chibs and Tig following suit and pulling on their kuttes.

"I don't know! They were waiting outside my house and.."

"And what?" No words are spoken as Elena cries. "And what, Ma?! What's going on?"

"Happy, there's so much blood."

"Fuck. I'm on my way."

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Elena Lowman sits in the lobby of Memorial Hospital with YN's entire family, rosary gripped in one hand and her other hand holding tight to YN's father's. She hadn't had the number for YN's family, but the hospital had her emergency contact so they were the ones to make the call. Her father, siblings, sibling-in-laws, and nieces and nephews all showed up, and Elena felt horrible for the family who was scared to death to hear any type of news.

She told the family everything that had happened and felt like it was her fault, but YN's family assured her it wasn't. They made sure she was okay before the sisters dragged her to the bathroom, cleaning their sister's blood off of Elena's hands and arms. There was nothing to do for her clothes, but hopefully they wouldn't be there too long.

One moment the waiting room is eerily quiet with the occasional ping over the hospital's intercom, and the next several bikers are stomping their way through the halls. One of YN's brothers and his wife tense, but everyone else smiles weakly at the sight of Happy and Juice, and nods at the rest of the men who are obviously part of some motorcycle club.

"Ma?" Happy's jaw clenches when he sees the blood soaked into his mother's pants.

Elena glances at him, sniffling. "I'm fine, mijo."

Juice rubs a hand over his mohawk, exhaling roughly. "What happened? Have they said anything?"

No one says a word and Elena is quick to comfort YN's father when he hides his face in the palms of his hands and starts crying again.

YN's brother, the one Juice and Happy had seen at the cookout, gestures them over to the side so he doesn't have to rehash everything in front of his father again. Alone, he sighs. "She took a bullet to the chest."

"Fuck," Juice swears.

"She lost a lot of blood and the bullet clipped her lung. They took her back for surgery, but that was a while ago. We haven't heard anything since."

"Do the pigs have any leads?" Jax asks when he sees how tense his brothers are.

YN's brother shrugs. "Couple of co-workers mentioned that YN got into it with a couple of thugs. One of their crew got gunned down and died before he made it to the hospital. YN was on call that day and they blamed her."

"Juice, you still got my Ma's place hooked up with cameras?"

"Yeah."

"Find the fuckers who did this."

Juice nods and before they can stomp away, YN's brother grabs onto Happy. When Happy tenses, YN's brother is quick to let go. "If my baby sister dies, they die."

"They were dead the moment they decided to stalk your sister and park outside my Ma's house."

"Good."

The Sons raise a surprised eyebrow at the brother's easy agreement to killing those responsible for shooting his sister, but say nothing as they let Happy take the lead.

Your eyelids feel heavy when you're finally forced back into the land of the living and you begrudgingly do everything the doctor and nurse tell you to do in order for them to pull the tube from your throat. You feel completely exhausted even though you know you just woke up and everything hurts. They ask the usual questions of what you remember and what you don't, if you know what day it is, and then fill in the blanks for you when you fail to answer correctly.

They sit you up and let you have a sip of cold water for your sore throat, and then ask if you're up for any visitors. When you tell them visitors are fine, you're not surprised when your entire family tries to fit in there all at once before they're told only to go in a few at a time. They tell you that you'd been under for two days so they could make sure your lung properly healed, and that Happy and Elena were daily visitors. They also tell you that the men responsible for the shooting had been found, but they didn't live long. Apparently their car had been tampered with which resulted in quite a fiery explosion after they ran from the police.

Oh well. At least you didn't have to worry about them in the future.

It wasn't long before Elena and Happy showed up, and your family left to give you some time with them. And as soon as your family exited, Elena was by your bedside, sobbing and apologizing for something that was not her fault. You assured her of such and it took a moment for her to calm down, and when she did she asked how you were feeling.

Eventually Elena excuses herself to use the bathroom and then you're left with Happy. He pulls a chair up to the foot of your bed and relaxes into it. "Pigs found the little punks that took a shot at 'ya. They're dead."

"I know." The corner of your lips curl upward. "I'm glad."

"Really? Aren't nurses supposed to be all about helping others and shit? Wishing them well and all that bullshit."

You shrug, wincing when it pulls at the stitches in your chest. "I could probably forgive being shot, but your Ma was standing right behind me, Hap." You sigh and shake your head. "Now I know she's your blood, but I've come to see her like family. And I don't appreciate anyone putting my family in danger."

He slowly smiles as he nods. "Good."

You nod back and shift against your pillows. "So what have you been up to, Mr. Badass Biker? Any entertaining stories you can and are willing to share?" He merely continues to smile and then shrugs. "Oh come on. I just woke up this morning and I'm already bored out of my mind."

"You got my boy all twisted up, worried for your well being. Jumps for his phone every time it pings, only to realize he never gave you his number. It's hilarious."

"Poor Juice," you mumble.

Happy quietly chuckles before reaching inside his kutte, pulling out a familiar cell phone before tossing it onto your lap. "Ma gave it to me for safe keeping. Went ahead and added the idiot's number for you and a couple others in case you can't reach me."

"Thanks."

"Now please do me and my brothers a favor, and text the idiot. Put him out of his misery."

"I will, but not while your Ma's here. She'll never let me hear the end of it."

Happy smiles again. "Fair enough."

At Teller-Morrow Automotive, a few of the Sons are working on vehicles while a few others are loitering around the lot. Happy's on his lunch break, sitting at the picnic table outside and keeping an eye on Juice who's sitting in the clubhouse, typing away on his laptop while completely ignoring the sweetbutt trying to press up on him.

Two individuals take a seat across from Happy, and he glances over to nod at Jax and Opie.

"Man, what's up with Juice?" Jax wonders. "He still all twisted up over that nurse neighbor of your Ma's?"

Opie huffs. "She must be quite the lay in bed. I haven't seen him take a bitch to his dorm in a while."

Happy's lips twitch. "He's only ever met her once. I gave her his number, but since he's still moping I'm assuming she hasn't called or texted."

"She out of the hospital yet?" Happy nods and Jax smirks. "Call her. Tell her to put our boy out of his misery. I wanna see his reaction."

Happy shrugs and pulls out his phone, pressing on YN's contact before setting the phone on speaker and laying it on the table so he can continue to eat.

After the fourth ring, the line clicks over. "I was napping. This better be good."

"Thought I told you to put Juice out of his misery?"

"Well hello to you too, Happy." Jax and Opie snort. "And whoever else is apparently listening."

"Hey. It's Jax and Opie," Jax muses.

"Hey guys."

"Doin' alright, sweetheart?" Jax asks since Happy's gone back to eating again.

"Peachy. The hospital weaned me off the good stuff before they released me and my siblings' crotch goblins have formed an attachment issue. Today's the first day I'm on my own."

Happy grunts. "Call Juice, YN. We're watching him now and the poor bastard's moping. We wanna see his reaction."

"Fine. Give me a minute."

The phone beeps, signaling she's hung up and the three men immediately stare in Juice's direction. They wait, rather impatiently, and then chuckle when they see Juice jerk as he reaches for his phone that had been on the bar next to his laptop. He frowns at the phone, answers it, and then that goofy ass smile they're all used to makes an appearance.

"Jesus Christ," Jax murmurs. "He's done for."

"How'd you even rope this girl in?" Opie asks.

"We didn't," Happy says. "Apparently her and my Ma hit it off when she moved in."

"And the Tacoma Killer just accepted her like that?" Jax wonders.

Happy shrugs. "When Juice and I went to talk to my Ma about using her place as storage, YN whistled and told us my Ma was with her. She invited us over, told us to take a seat, handed us a beer and then let us eat at their table. That girl that Juice is so obviously infatuated with became important the moment I saw my Ma talking and laughing. I'd never seen my Ma like that."

"And you're okay with Juice chasing after her until he grows bored?" Opie asks.

"Juice has proven himself time and time again in this club," Happy starts, "but we all know he wasn't really cut out for this life. He's grown accustomed to it, but you guys didn't see him with YN and her family. YN's type of life is the life our brother has been craving. And now that Jax is at the head of the table and the club's changed drastically, I think Juice might actually be serious. He just doesn't know how to go after it."

A moment of silence passes and then..

"Well shit." Jax chuckles. "We got one brother looking to settle down and another brother having a full blown conversation." Happy scowls at his President and the other two men laugh. "We've got to meet this girl, man."

Finally all healed up, you decide to drive down to Charming and buy lunch for your boys. You knew, without a doubt, that they had something to do with the thugs meeting their untimely demise, but you never questioned it. You just let it be. And over the last week, you'd been calling and trading texts with Juice, and since they were busy at the shop you figured you'd buy them lunch.

So here you are, driving into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive and parking. Happy knew you were coming, he being the one you were more intimidated by, so you made sure to clear it with him before you showed up out of the blue. And when he found out the purpose behind your visit, he texted you a handful of orders for burgers and fries.

Climbing out of your car, you grab the box of food from your backseat and then head towards a set of picnic tables where you spot a familiar bald head. On your way over there, however, you're intercepted by a blue-eyed blonde, hair pulled back into a small bun and automotive shirt left unbuttoned atop a plain white tee.

"Can I help 'ya, darlin'?" He asks, wiping his hands on an oil rag.

"Oh, um, not really. I'm here for Happy," you say while gesturing behind him.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you before he glances over his shoulder, then glances back at you, and then comes to a realization. "Holy shit. You the nurse? Hap's Ma's neighbor?"

"Yeah?" You nervously chuckle. "You've heard stories or are you one of the ones who rode out when I had my little accident?"

"Rode out, darlin'. Jax Teller." He introduces himself with a very charming smile.

You introduce yourself with a smile and nod. "Then I guess one of these burgers are for you. Kind of bought everyone who rode to Bakersfield lunch, so.."

"Perfect fuckin' timing." He takes the box for you, gesturing for you to follow. "Come on. The other guys are workin', but me and Hap are on break. I even think your other boy is around here somewhere."

"My other-"

"Juice."

"Oh." You can't help the blush that stains your cheeks and you roll your eyes at Jax when he chuckles. "Shut up."

As you make it to the table, you nod at Happy who flashes you a brief grin.

"Hey Ope! Juice! Get your asses over here," Jax hollers.

Several other men stop and stare to see what the commotion is about, and you quickly take a seat to use Happy as a shield. "How 'ya doin', kid?" He asks while digging into the box Jax was already rummaging through.

"I'm good. Hardly any pain now," you say while moving around your right shoulder.

"And Ma?"

"She's good too." You smile as he finds his burger and takes a carton of fries for himself, readily digging in. "I still have one week off from work, so I'm gonna take her out for a drive come Tuesday. My nephew has a pee-wee football game coming up and she's been expressing interest in seeing the kids play sports."

He huffs. "Good. That's the closest thing she'll ever have to grandchildren." You snort and he glances at you. "Unless you pop out a few. She thinks of you as a daughter."

"Nuh uh. This is a crotch goblin free zone," you say while gesturing down to your lap. "Don't jinx me."

This time, Jax snorts, shaking his head at the two of you. "Jesus. You two are something else."

Before you can ask him what he means, another individual walks up to the table- over six feet tall, full beard, and a black beanie pulled down over his head despite the warm weather. "What's going on, brother?"

"YN, this is Opie. Opie, this is Juice's girl YN."

"What?" You squeak and Happy chuckles at your side.

"YN brought lunch to all of us who rode out when she was shot," Jax explains, completely ignoring you.

"Nice." Opie looks at you, smiling. "Thanks for lunch."

"Er- no problem."

Opie takes a seat next to Jax, digging into the box for his food.

"Hey Jax, the prospect said you were- YN?"

You glance around Happy at the sound of your name and smirk at a surprised Juice. "Hey."

"W-What are you doing here?"

"Feeding you guys. Have a seat if you're hungry."

It takes Juice a moment for his brain to catch up and then he's beaming before throwing himself into the empty space next to you. He slings an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple. "Alright. Feed me."

Jax throws a wrapped burger at Juice and he easily catches it, laughing. Jax and Opie take turns asking questions- where you're from, what you do for a living, how you're healing and how it is that you can put up with Juice. Eventually their lunch break is over and it's time for the next batch to take their break, but before anyone can head off, you stop them.

"Hey, so.. my family's having another cookout to celebrate me no longer being an invalid- their words, not mine- on Saturday," you say. "You guys are more than welcome to come."

"Hell yeah," Juice exclaims. "That kid nephew of yours gonna cook again?"

"Yes. Elena requested chicken and potato salad, so we're doing chicken, pork ribs and fajitas again."

"I'm in," Happy immediately says.

"Me too." Juice's goofy smile practically makes you swoon.

Jax and Opie still haven't said anything. "There's, uh, there's gonna be a bouncy house for the crotch goblins if you guys have any. My family just likes to sit around and talk shit, catch up. There's music, beer, good food.."

"Hey, you guys think that bar-be-cue place down in Lodi is good?" Juice says. "They have nothing on YN's nephew. Kid knows how to cook. It's insane."

Jax slowly smiles. "If Tara doesn't have anything planned, I'm in."

"Yeah, me too," Opie says. "I think the wife might be busy, but I got two kids who don't get to hang around other kids much."

"Just have Juice or Happy text me when you're really sure you're going to show up," you tell them. "We're not going shopping until Friday, so I need to know how much food and beer and drinks for the kids to get."

"Alright, sweetheart, will do," Jax says.

The day of the cookout dawns bright and early, and you're excited for it.

Your entire family was going to be in attendance, along with Elena, Happy, Juice, Jax and his family, and Opie and his kids since his wife was in fact busy. You had to purchase two more tables and a handful more chairs, but it didn't bother you one bit. Even your dad and brothers chipped in, helping buy even more food when you explained you had more friends coming in.

Later in the afternoon, when your entire family has shown up, your nieces and nephews are running amok in the bouncy house that's been situated on the side of your house where you can still keep an eye on them from your position in the front yard. The pit and food table are on the opposite side of the yard so the kids don't have a chance of running into them, and your dad and Elena share a gliding bench situated next to the tables where everyone is sitting.

As the music plays, the kids screech, and the pit smokes, the sound of motorcycles fill the air. You perk up and Elena smiles knowingly at you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her before chuckling at your own reaction. Four motorcycles park in front of Elena's house while a large SUV parks in her driveway. The four bikers dismount and wait near the SUV, and you smile as Jax greets his wife before helping Opie with the kids. Then when they all make their way towards your front gate, you get up to greet them.

Happy is the first one through and you grin at him. "You know the drill. Beer's in the biggest cooler."

"Yeah, yeah." You and him bump elbows in greeting as he passes.

Juice is next, but he has no issue pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you pinch his side when his hug lingers, but he merely releases you just enough so he can stand next to you, hip to hip, while looking at those you've yet to greet.

Still tucked under Juice's arm, you smile at Opie and Jax as they smirk knowingly at the two of you. You shake your head at them. "Hey guys. I'm glad you could make it."

"Us too, YN." Jax then glances at his side, smiling at the beautiful brunette at his side. "YN, this is my wife Tara. Tara, this is YN."

"Hi," Tara tells you, a toddler hitched on her hip. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Lies. All lies," you blurt and she laughs.

Jax and Opie then introduce you to the kids, and you introduce their kids to your nieces and nephews. The kids of your family were a little nuts and you made sure to make it clear to them they were to tone down their energy levels so the new kids felt welcomed. Then once it seems that Opie's kids and Jax's oldest have become comfortable and rush to take off their shoes for the bouncy house, the adults get comfortable.

You lead them over to the coolers first, letting them grab a drink if they want before everyone takes a seat.

"You really weren't kidding when you said a kid cooked," Jax muses. "How old is he?"

You glance in the direction of your nephew standing at the pit, grinning. "Eighteen. He graduates later this year."

"Nice."

"YN! I need a hand."

You sigh and take a gulp of your beer. "Sorry, boys. Duty calls."

Juice watches as YN rushes off to speak with her nephew working the pit, sipping his beer and then laughing at something her sisters say. He gets pulled into a conversation with her siblings, so he's not paying attention to his brothers or Tara who don't bother smothering their awe at how more open and happier he seems in the family setting.

The music changes and a shriek pulls everyone's attention towards the source. YN's brother has caught her up in an impromptu dance, the two of them laughing before it's broken up by one of the kids pushing their way between them. YN then picks up the kid, hitching them on her hip as she twirls them along to the music.

Juice's eyes sparkle and Elena nudges her son. "Mijo, when is Juice going to say something? YN needs a man like him."

Happy snorts. "Juice is workin' on it, Ma."

Breathless, you fall back into your chair and pick your beer right back up.

"Hey YN," Tara calls out. "Is there a place I can change Thomas here?" She asks, bouncing her son in her lap.

"Yeah. Follow me." You stand right back up, leading Tara into your house and into your bedroom. "Just use the bed. All the kids have been changed on the bed."

"Thanks."

As Tara changes her son, you take the time to use the bathroom. By the time you're walking out, she's closing up his diaper and pulling up his little shorts. "Do you mind watching him real quick while I use the bathroom?"

"Not at all." You walk over to your bed, sitting near Thomas' feet. "So long as I can give the kid back at the end of the day, I adore babies," you say. Tara laughs on her way to the bathroom and you tickle Thomas' tummy and thighs until you pull a toothy grin from him. "Look at those cheeks," you coo. "So freakin' adorable. You're gonna be a heartbreaker, aren't 'ya? Your mother and father are hot."

You can hear Tara's laughter from the bathroom, pulling faces at Thomas to make him giggle. You hear your floorboards creak and look up, a grin forming when you see it's only Juice.

"You really have a soft spot for kids, huh?" He asks, leaning against the door jamb.

"Only if they're not mine." You glance back down at Thomas and lean down, fake biting his tummy while making a noise as if you'd taken a bite. He giggles some more and you laugh, pleased with yourself.

Juice continues to watch you playing with his brother's kid. "So, after all this is done, do you have plans?"

"Nope. Why? What'd you have in mind?"

When you glance up at him, his smile nearly has you blushing. It was so not fair for him to be that good looking. "Thought I'd take you for that ride we were talkin' about." You can't help it. You blush this time. "At least one of them."

His smile widens as your blush burns. "Jesus Christ. Not in front of the baby."

Juice laughs as you try to will your blush away. While the two of you had been texting, more often than not it led into a flirtatious territory that had Juice promising things that left your insides clenching in anticipation. And it seems he wasn't as shy as you and you just knew he'd continue teasing you in the future.

"Okay," Tara muses. "And that's my cue to take my baby and go."

The three of you chuckle and you bite the corner of your bottom lip when she winks at you. Then left alone with Juice, you stand up and nervously fidget under his stare.

"Nervous?"

"Maybe."

Juice pushes off the door jamb and you gulp. "You shouldn't be."

"It's the anticipation. It always-"

But your words are cut off as Juice swoops in, lips slanting over yours. His hands plant themselves on your hips as yours twist into the front of his shirt, and you groan when you feel his tongue sweep across your bottom lip. As the kiss deepens, his hands slide back over your ass before he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs and hoist you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he turns so your back is against the wall. You groan, pulling your mouth free so you can catch your breath and then swallow down a curse when his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You let him explore, licking and biting, until you grab his face between your hands and bring his mouth back to yours.

When the kiss slows, Juice pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours. He says something, but you're still in a bit of a daze from making out with him.

"Hmm?" You hum.

"I said I'm really sorry."

"For?"

"For this." One of his hands leaves the back of your thigh and your brow furrows as he reaches behind him. His smile has you distracted so you don't see anything in his hand until he's popping something over your head.

You grimace at the feeling of a thick liquid dripping down your forehead and the sides of your face, and glance down when it lands on your chest. It's paint. "In the house, Juan Carlos? Really?!"

He's shaking with suppressed laughter as he wipes the paint from your forehead so it doesn't fall into your eyes and then presses a brief kiss to your lips. "Your brothers dared me."

You drop your legs from around his waist and narrow your eyes at him. "You better run."

Juice makes a break for it and you rush to your closet, pulling out your newly purchased paintball gun. You bought it in case your brothers did something stupid and were more than prepared to shoot them, but since Juice did the dirty work he was just as guilty.

Marching through your house and out the front door, everyone glances at you.

"Oh fuck. You did it in the house!" One of your brothers exclaims. "You're dead, man."

"From what I hear, all three of you assholes are guilty." Immediately you take aim at your brother, shooting his thigh. He yelps, your other brother laughs and then you manage to clip his bicep as well.

Everyone's laughing, with the exception of Juice who's staring at you with wide eyes. Glaring at him, you slowly toe off your shoes.

"Aw shit. Bro, you better run! She runs faster without her shoes on."

Your glare suddenly softens and Juice seems to relax, even going as far as chuckling when you blow him a kiss. "Run."

"Shit."

You tear after Juice, aiming as best as you can and pulling the trigger as he runs from you down the street and around the corner.

Opie shakes his head as his brother disappears. "Is it always like this at these cookouts?"

Happy smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. "Last time YN and her brother got chased by a neighborhood dog. She scaled a tree and cut up her legs, and her brother got bit on the ass."

"Am I the only one who noticed that Juice hoovered our baby sister's neck?" One sister asks.

Everyone laughs and Tara sheepishly says, "I didn't want to say anything, but before I came back out the tension in that bedroom was thick. I got Thomas and got out quickly. I'm not surprised he left her with a souvenir."

Another sister muses, "Enough about Juice defiling our sister, who wants to bet one or both come back injured?"

Tara, Jax and Opie can only watch in amusement as Happy, his Ma and YN's family start pulling out bills. Some say both will come back injured, some say they'll be chased by the dog, one says they'll come back covered in more hickies and one says only YN will be injured.

For a moment, everyone forgets about YN and Juice as they get dragged back into a conversation and check on the kids to make sure they haven't beat each other up.

After chasing Juice and running out of ammunition, you limp back to your house. Everyone quiets as they realize it's you, smirks blossoming all around.

"Did you get 'im?" Your dad asks.

"Aim's still shit, but he will have a nice tramp stamp for the next few days."

Your dad chuckles. "Good girl."

"What happened?" Tara asks, gesturing to your ankle.

Blushing, you limp towards one of the chairs and fall into it. "I, uh, I might have sprained it?"

"How?"

"By laughing so hard that I didn't see the small drop from the curb to the street?" You wince in embarrassment.

"Where's Juice?" Jax asks.

You shrug. "I dunno. He got chased by Muffin which is why I was laughing so hard."

"Who the hell is Muffin?"

"The neighborhood German Shepherd." You smile. "He hates strangers, so I've been feeding him treats so he knows me. He wasn't a fan of Juice."

Tara gets up, handing her son off to Jax while she asks if you have any ziploc bags. You tell her you do and where they're at in your kitchen, and you smile when she walks back out with a makeshift ice pack. "Here. Ice your ankle," she tells you.

"Thank you."

You pull another chair in front of you to prop your foot up, setting the ice pack on your ankle.

One of your brothers soon spots Juice jogging down the street. He's sweaty and looks like there's a bit of dirt and grass on the knees of his jeans. And when he makes it into your yard, he points a finger accusingly at you. "You sicced the dog on me!"

"You popped a paint balloon in my house!"

Everyone glances between the two of you, exploding with laughter a moment later. You and Juice finally crack a grin at each other and he makes his way towards you. When he sees your ankle, his eyes subtly widen. "What happened?"

"Karma," you tell him. "I was too busy laughing at you that I stepped wrong off the curb."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." But Juice doesn't care. All he knows is that you're hurt and he's partially to blame. You try to push him away, but he's not having it as he lifts your foot, sits in the chair, and then places your foot on his lap. "You're annoying."

He looks up at you, slowly smirking. "You weren't saying that when I had you against the wall."

"We figured the two of you weren't saying much given that hickey you left on the side of her neck."

You and Juice both freeze at the sound of Happy's voice- at the fact that every adult had fallen silent and heard his words too. You groan in embarrassment when you hear everyone start to laugh once more, but Juice is rather proud of himself when he realizes none of your family is against whatever this is between the two of you.

For the next half hour, the two of you endure teasing from your family and Juice's friends- all the while Elena watches on in perfect contentment.

When the food is done and all the sides have been brought out- Happy and Juice won't let you get up. Happy serves his Ma and Juice serves you, and then everyone's settling down after making sure the kids have food and drink.

Jax bites into a pork rib and you can hear his groan from a few chairs away. "Holy shit, kid."

"Told you." Juice smirks proudly.

Opie devours one pork rib within seconds and you shake your head at him. "Breathe, Opie. There's plenty of ribs to go around."

Tara, Jax and Opie try everything they can, congratulating your nephew on being such a badass cook once they're full and relaxing once more.

You're not surprised that when you get up to go inside your house, Juice follows you. You flip off your siblings when they wolf-whistle, but laugh nonetheless. And then once in your room, you drop on your bed with Juice by your side.

"Are you still up for that ride later?"

"Hell yes," you muse. "You promised a ride, I want a ride."

He chuckles. "Mind if I stay over tonight?"

"Nope." Your lips twitch. "But as much as everyone outside is rooting for us to seal the deal, I'm not having sex with you. At least not yet."

"That's fine by me, sweetheart." He leans in, chastely kissing your lips. "You're gonna be tired after we go for that ride anyway."

"Mmm. We'll see." You kiss him in return, chuckling as he chases your lips. "Now let me go to the bathroom so we can get out of here. They're gonna be suspicious when we head back outside."

"Mhm." He kisses you again, not being able to get enough, and you laugh as you shove him back.

"And while I'm in the bathroom, you get to clean up the paint from my floor." Juice pouts, but you peck his lips one last time. "Happy cleaning, Juan Carlos."

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Again and Again

A Mayans!Juice Oneshot

Whumptober 2022: No.10 Poor Unfortunate Souls- Waterboarding

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, mentions of suicide, murder, torture (it’s literally a fic about waterboarding like you must know what you’re getting into lol)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I have mentioned many times wanting to write a Mayans Juice AU. That being said, this was not the plot that I was planning for any of them. 😂 It just felt like the right time to sort of try it out though. It’s not a fully fleshed out AU obviously. But I cannot say no to a good Juice & Marcus dynamic. My other AU’s for Mayans Juice aren’t quite as brutal as this, but I hope you still enjoy 😅 Also, very special shout-outs to @narcolini​ and @yourlocalspacewitxch​ for coaching me through this one. Love yous.

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It didn’t feel like the water was ever going to stop. Every muscle in Juice’s body ached from fighting so hard against everything that was happening. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from him pulling against the restraints, his chest ached from the coughing, from being brought to the brink of drowning over and over again. Each time it ended, and he thought that maybe it was over, it would start up again.

They peeled the cloth off of his face, and Juice immediately began coughing and spitting up water. He was soaked at this point, water mixed with the sweat from trying to free himself from this impossible situation.

“Are you ready now?”

All of the voices had started to sound the same at this point. His brain was so rattled from everything that was going on, he wouldn’t have been able to tell who was speaking even if they were directly in front of his face. His head lolled back against the board behind him, chest heaving.

The same man spoke up again after the silence had gone on for too long. “Guess not.” He motioned for the other men to put the cloth back over Juice’s face.

Juice’s eyes went wide with panic, knowing exactly what he was in for and not wanting to be subjected to it again. He opened his mouth to protest but it was too late, they were already holding him back down.

All the ways that he thought he might go, drowning really hadn’t been one of them. There was no opportunity for it. Until now, that is. He’d been shot, stabbed, drugged, chased down by cranked-out junkyard dogs, and somehow had managed to survive all of that. Even when he tried to go out on his own terms, it hadn’t worked. He couldn’t believe that he made it through all of that just to get captured, waterboarded, and drowned by the goddamn cartel.

No matter how much rage he had bubbling up inside of him, it was being flushed out by the feelings of hopelessness as they continued to douse him. He didn’t know how it was possible to be stripped of all his senses and yet still be in so much pain. At this point he was just hoping that they would take it too far and kill him. He didn’t see himself coming out on the other side of this.

Then it stopped. Again.

They peeled the cloth off of his face and another fit of coughing ensued. He just wanted to sit up. He wanted to scream. He wanted them to just kill him already.

“Ready now?”

Juice shook his head, still coughing. He forced the words out, but it didn’t sound like him at all. “I told you. I don’t know shit.”

The man roughly grabbed the sides of Juice’s face. The sensation of it hardly registered, his body so overrun with everything else that was happening to him. “I don’t believe you.”

Juice coughed, trying to get his vision to focus in on the man standing in front of him. As things started to clear up a bit, he was fairly certain he recognized the man standing over him. It was the same guy who was always stuck doing the cartel��s dirty work. Maybe stuck wasn’t the right word, because he didn’t seem to mind what he was doing to Juice.

“I’m,” he wheezed as his lungs fought to get him enough air to speak, “new. They don’t,” he shook his head, coughing again, “they don’t tell me shit.”

“You’re a shitty liar.” He let go of Juice’s face. He stepped back and allowed them to cover Juice’s face back up again.

Juice shut his eyes tight, tears spilling over onto his face not that anyone would’ve been able to tell. It was soaked up into the cloth with the rest of the water that was being poured onto him. No one would know that the tears even existed. He also wondered if anyone was ever going to figure out that he was here. Maybe he’d just be left here. That felt fitting.

It started all over again. A bright light was shined into his eyes, forcing him to go from having his eyes completely shut, to squinting to the point where they may as well have been shut. Despite the fact that it hadn’t worked a single time before, Juice still pulled against the restraints around his wrists. He wasn’t even pulling against them to try and escape, he just wanted to shield his eyes from the light, maybe wipe the water off of his face. He hated how quickly he’d resigned himself to just being stuck there. Hoping took too much energy that he didn’t have right now.

“You don’t tell us now, we’ll just get someone who will.”

Juice didn’t doubt that if he didn’t give them what they wanted, they’d get rid of him and move onto their next target. But he also knew that no matter who they brought in next, no one was going to tell them anything. No one was going to break. He was the weakest link and if he was managing to keep it together, there was no way that anyone else was going to cave.

“Just,” he coughed, “just fucking kill me then.”

“You don’t owe these guys shit.” The man crouched down so he was more level with Juice. “Said it yourself—you’re new. You really wanna die for these guys? Would they die for you?”

Juice’s first feeling was relief at the fact that this guy was giving him some sort of guarantee that this was all going to be over soon. He knew that that wasn’t the intent of the statement, but Juice just wanted to be done. No matter where he went, a mess always followed. This was the most painful piece of proof of that. He didn’t want to die, but he did. Sure, when it was all over, they could say that he died for the club. That sounded good. But Juice knew that deep down, he was dying for no one other than himself. It didn’t matter if anyone else would do the same for him, because he wasn’t really doing it for them. Maybe before he would’ve thought that he was. Truthfully, he didn’t know who he was doing anything for anymore.

Juice was yanked from his scattered, blurry thoughts by the clicking of a gun. Even though the room wasn’t silent, the sound still stood out. Juice’s eyes widened against the harsh light of the lamp as he looked for the source of the sound.

He fought to lift his head off the board behind him, only to feel the cool metal of the gun pressing directly into the center of his forehead. Juice gasped, and immediately coughed once he did. He didn’t try to pull away, though. He tried to see past the light of the lamp and at the face of the man who was doing this to him.

“C’mon. Don’t make me do this.”

Juice managed a sad, defeated laugh. “You’re gonna do it anyway.”

The man sighed. “Alright.”

Juice knew that he should’ve been thrashing and screaming and fighting against this, but he wasn’t. There was no point. He wasn’t going to break free. He wasn’t even sure that he wanted to. He took a deep breath, letting his eyes close. He was ready for all of it to finally be over.

He was so focused on what he thought was about to happen, that everything that happened next went by in the biggest, loudest blur. He heard the gunshot, he felt the tearing motion along the side of his head, but he also heard a slew of other gunshots and footsteps. People were yelling but Juice couldn’t pick apart anything that anyone was saying.

The lamp was abruptly pushed away, the blinding light going with it. The burning pain along the side of his head made it difficult to focus on who was standing over him. They were talking to him. He could see their mouth moving. But none of the words registered—his ears were still ringing too much.

Then he was being moved upright. He felt people working at the restraints that had been digging into his skin for hours now. It was more painful than it was relieving.

The second that he was free from the binds, he was falling over. Someone managed to catch him before he hit the ground, and it was only then that Juice realized who was there. Or, at least, one of the people who was there.

“I got you.” Marcus’s voice was calm as ever as he reassured him. He could’ve easily swept Juice up off the ground if he had to, but for now he stood beside him as Juice painfully and slowly stumbled his way towards the nearest chair.

Once Juice was safely in the chair, Marcus knelt down in front of him. He waited there for eye contact that never came. He saw the way that Juice was trembling, his breathing still ragged. Blood was leaking from the graze left behind by the bullet that was supposed to go straight between his eyes.

Marcus rested his hand on Juice’s knee, knowing better than to take it personally when Juice still didn’t look at him. “You’re good.” Those two words got Juice to finally look up from the floor. When Marcus saw the look in his eyes, he fought to keep his composure. He’d never seen someone so sad, so disappointed about being saved. He amended his statement, “You’re gonna be good.”

Juice’s gaze flickered around the room, taking in the carnage left behind. The whole setup seemed so much less daunting when he wasn’t strapped to it, the men who had held him captive seemed much less imposing with their blood and bodies splayed out on the concrete floor.

“How,” Juice coughed, his voice still sounding like it belonged to another person, “how’d you find me?”

It wasn’t quite a smile, but something soft and reassuring crossed Marcus’s face for a moment. “We always take care of our own, huh?”

Juice coughed again, wiping at the water and blood trickling down his face. “Right.”

“Yo, Padrino,” Angel’s voice cut into their conversation, “we gotta fuckin’ go, man.”

Marcus nodded, not saying anything as he stood upright again. He silently offered to help Juice again, and he saw Juice’s hesitation to accept the offer. The thought crossed Marcus’s mind that if all of them left without Juice, he might not even try to fight it.

“You heard ‘em,” he said, “We gotta go.”

Juice nodded, allowing Marcus to help him stand upright again. His legs still shook, everything still ached. He leaned more onto Marcus than he wanted to admit, but the man didn’t say anything about any of it. Marcus wasn’t even looking at him, just focusing on making sure Juice got one foot in front of the other. Whatever conversations needed to be had, would be had later.

“I’m sorry.” Juice’s words were so soft they were nearly inaudible.

Marcus didn’t miss a beat, though. “No sorry’s. Let’s get you home.”