#juice oritz

(𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞) 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐳 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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content warning: 18+. explicit sexual content under cut. mommy kink. oral & penetrative sex. sub(ish)!juice. i ask that all minors and ageless blogs not interact with any of my works regardless of present explicit content. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: i can't get juice out of my head. enjoy another round of hc. basically this trope is to juice what the uncle tiggy trope is to tig & his lady :))

This is part of the Biker Boys of Summer 2025 Choose Your Own. As always 18+

The clubs end of summer party was in full swing when you pulled not the lot. You waved at chibs and Tig as you looked around for Juice frowning as you didn’t spot him. “Jax told Laddie he had to finish an assignment before he could join in” stated Tig as you made your way over to him and Chibs. Thanking him you made your way inside, grabbing a couple beers on the way to your mans dorm room.

Part 2

A/N: OH MY GOSH THE WAIT IS OVER AND I AM SO EFFING SORRY GUYS.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, panic attack.

Word Count: 912

Tags: @theprestigious0ne @weirdnewbie @trymexo @brooklynnewsie1899

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Another chapter of Charming Town for y’all! Our main character is played by Alicia Silverstone! (yes the girl from Clueless) 

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Tara took a deep breath and rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans. It was her day off, yet she was still at the hospital. Tara didn’t know why she was nervous as she headed down the bleak corridors towards the psychiatric unit of St Thomas Hospital. Tara rarely came down to this unit as she was a surgeon in the neonatal department. There was nothing for her to be nervous about. She was just going to visit her friend that was all. Today was Doctor Oatfield’s day in the psychiatric unit instead of her office in the main building of the hospital. Tara scanned herself in with her all access scanner card and walked toward the guarded and boxed in nurses desk. Tara remembered doing her practical’s in a ward like this when she was studying in Chicago. 

A familiar nurse smiled at Tara.“Dr Knowles, what are you doing this side of town?” The nurse laughed at her own joke.

Tara laughed and smiled along politely. “I’m here to see Doctor Oatfield, do you know when she’ll be finished?”

The nurse nodded. “She should be finished in ten minutes and then she’ll be finished here for the day. Do you want to wait in here or outside?”

Tara bit her lip. “I think I’ll wait outside. Could you please tell her I’m waiting for her?”

The nurse smiled and nodded. 

Tara turned on her heel and scanned herself out of the ward.

Tara stood in the waiting room outside of the psych unit and paced the dreary, antiseptic smelling waiting room. Tara was terrified that her friend would think that she was taking advantage of her, that somehow all this sneaking around behind the hospital system’s back would lead back to her and the club. Tara knew she was taking advantage of her situation and privileges but she wanted to help the club in any way she could. She was an old lady now, and she needed to act like one. She heard the familiar buzz of someone exiting the unit and Tara took a deep breath and straightened herself up. Doctor Oatfield breezed out of the ward with a smile on her face. Her blonde hair fell around her collarbones and was pushed behind her ear. Tara smiled at her and the doctor rushed to hug her friend.

“Tara Knowles! How are you?” Doctor Oatfield gushed, hugging Tara with one arm.

“I’m great Hayley. How are you?” Tara smiled as she disengaged from the hug. Something about Hayley always calmed her down.

Hayley grinned. “I’m great, it’s been a successful day. The nurses said you were looking for me, what do you need?”

Tara chewed on her lip. “I just wanted to check on Gemma. She’s been coming to her sessions right?”

“Every single one.” Hayley nodded. “She’s been doing great.”

Tara nodded. “Good. You’re not angry that I asked you to do that right?”

Hayley squinted and shook her head. “Of course not. It’s my job to help people. Why Tara? What’s going on?”

Tara shook her head. “I need to ask you another favour.”

Hayley sighed. She knew that Tara wasn’t trying to take advantage of her but that’s what it seemed like. It was in Hayley’s nature to help, she couldn’t refuse if someone asked for her help. It was her biggest strength and her deepest flaw.

“What is it Tara?” Hayley asked, trying to keep the effervescence in her voice.

“Gemma asked if you could possibly add someone to the front of your line. Like when you have a cancellation or something. He needs help immediately or he’s going to go off the edge.” Tara tried to sell it as best she could, hoping to tug on Hayley’s heartstrings somehow.

“Who is it?” Hayley asked.

“The guy whose wife was brutally shot in a drive by a month ago. He needs your help Hayley.”

Hayley swallowed back any irritation she had when she heard whom she needed to help. Hayley knew that woman was a young mother of two, that it was a senseless act of gun violence committed completely by mistake. 

“I’m going to check my books and let you know okay? I’m happy to help.”

Tara wrapped Hayley in a hug. “Thank you so much Hayley. Call me once you know.”

Hayley Oatfield began to make her way back to her safe and warm office in the main building of the hospital. She loved what she did, but her days down in the psychiatric unit never failed to spook her. Hayley mulled over what Tara had asked of her. It wasn’t a huge issue for Tara to refer people, so Hayley was confused as to why Tara was acting so strangely. Hayley didn’t want to take people without going through the system but she didn’t see it as a huge deal. Once Hayley arrived back at her office, her friendly secretary Lucy greeted her.

“Hey Luce, can I look over my bookings for the next couple weeks?” Hayley asked, swinging around the wooden desk so she could be behind it with Lucy.

Lucy nodded and pushed herself away from the computer so Hayley could use it. Hayley began to furiously type and scroll through her schedule and client books. It turned out that next week she had a cancellation right before Gemma’s session. It was perfect timing. Hayley exited all browsers before thanking Lucy and leaving the office. Hayley was pleased to be going home after a long day. Hayley headed towards her black sports car and unlocked the door. She took her place behind the steering wheel and started the engine. Slow synth pop began to play from the stereo as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot. She sang along to the music as she drove through the quiet streets of Charming. Hayley was always reminded of how pleased she was to be back in Charming when she made her commute home. She had grown up here for most of her young life until she moved to Chicago with her parents when she was sixteen. Hayley made the move back to Charming a few months ago, three years after acquiring her psychology license and garnering a reputation as one of the best psychologists in the USA. She received an offer for a residency in her hometown of Charming and she took it without hesitation. Hayley pulled into the driveway of her small one story house and locked up her car when she exited it. The small house with deep brown rendering was the one she grew up in. Her parents still leased it and gave it to her when she decided to move back to Charming. Hayley walked inside and was greeted by her large black Labrador that she affectionately named Buddy.

“Hey Buddy!” She smiled and ruffled his fur in her hands before walking into the kitchen.

Hayley fed Buddy his dinner in the kitchen and then headed toward the living room adjacent to the kitchen. She sat down on her couch and began to flip through channels on her large TV. It was quiet and peaceful and that’s how she liked it.

Hayley began to think about the person Tara referred to her. He was the husband of the woman caught in the crossfire of a suspected gang related crime. It was known that the woman was the wife of a member of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club and Hayley always had a suspicion that the Sons were involved in the murder. Hayley had to ignore that opinion if she was going to evaluate and help the suffering husband. Hayley began to think of how Tara knew the man well enough to risk asking Hayley to go behind the hospital system’s back. Tara didn’t even give Hayley the man’s name. Hayley’s mind began to race as she worried about Tara. Was she caught up in the Sons of Anarchy? Hayley wasn’t afraid of the club, but it was a motorcycle club and Hayley knew better than anyone how dangerous motorcycle clubs could be. Hayley tried to mute her overthinking and reached for her cell phone. She dialed Tara’s number and awaited her to pick up.

“Hey Hayley, I was waiting for your call.” Tara answered after the first ring.

“Sorry Tar, I got home and completely forgot to call you. I checked my bookings and there’s an opening right before Gemma’s session next Wednesday. Would that work?” Hayley explained.

“I’ll ask Gemma and let you know tonight okay?” Tara replied.

“That’s fine. Oh, and Tara? You never told me the guy’s name.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! His name is Harry Winston, but everyone calls him Opie.” Tara explained, a happy tone evident in her voice.

And with just the utterance of a name, Hayley felt a crack go right through the centre of her heart.

Tara felt so relieved once she got off the phone to Hayley. She felt as if the weight of Gemma’s request rolled off her shoulders. She could hear Jax’s bike roar into the drive and a wave of happiness crash over her. She loved having Jax to come home to every day, and his beautiful son Abel. It was a blessing to have the two men in her life to keep her grounded and focused. Jax and Tara were high school sweethearts with only eyes and hearts for each other. They were torn apart when they were nineteen when Tara had the opportunity to chase her dream of becoming a surgeon in Chicago, plus Tara was desperately trying to escape the Sons of Anarchy lifestyle; a lifestyle she now fully embraced. Tara waited patiently in the kitchen for Jax to walk inside and sweep her off her feet. No matter what, Jax would always make her feel giddy, as if she was walking on clouds.

“Honey, I’m home.” Jax called out with a laugh as he opened the front door. 

He walked a few steps into the entryway and turned on his heel to the kitchen where he knew Tara would be waiting for him. Tara smiled when she saw him, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. She embraced him tightly before planting a kiss on his lips. She pushed his blonde chin length hair behind his ear while she gazed into his eyes. A cheeky grin appeared on Jax’s face as he watched Tara.

“What are you thinking about babe?” He asked, squeezing the sides of her small frame.

Tara shook her head. “Nothing.”

Jax laughed. “You were thinking about me weren’t you?”

Tara felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “Maybe.”

Jax pressed in and kissed his girl more passionately, their bodies melting together as if they perfectly aligned. He pulled Tara onto the kitchen counter and fit perfectly between her legs. Tara’s hands roamed the back of Jax’s leather cut, feeling the rough embroidered Sons of Anarchy patch against her fingertips. She was still getting used to the lifestyle and all it entailed, but all that mattered was that she had Jax back. Suddenly, Abel’s cry began to resound all throughout the house. Jax pulled away and groaned.

“Why does this always happen?” Tara whined.

Jax laughed and began to walk off. “Welcome to parenthood babe.”

Once Jax was out of sight, Tara took out her cell phone and dialed Gemma.

Info: y/n comforts Chibs after his nephews death in Belfast.

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

When the club found out Abel was in Belfast, they knew they needed to go. Tara asked Jax, and he denied her requests to go. That made y/n hesitant to ask Chibs, yeah they were Tara and Jax and have been consistently together for about three years, there was still doubt. If one old lady couldn’t go, why could the other? But that didn’t matter now, y/n was in Belfast now.

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UPDATED 02/06/2019

DEAN WINCHESTER

Back From A Hunt

Missing Everything

Angels From Heaven

Sell Your Soul

Before You Go 

Imagine Dean not wanting you to go on a solo hunt 

The End Series Masterlist

Helping Hand

Chocolate Cake Shot

Tattoo

That Time In Oconomowoc

GABRIEL

My Archangel

Ring, Ring

Revenge of the Tapeball 

Our Paradise  

Damn it, Luke

The Unforgiven Part 2 Part 3

Lion 

Pranks Series Masterlist

Smile For The Camera

Dressing Room Chat

Don’t Tell My Boyfriend

Let You Down

CASTIEL

Happy Little Trees

SPN UNIVERSE

Confess Your Love

SONS OF ANARCHY UNIVERSE

Leave (Juice)

Bucky Barnes

Lost in the Moment 

Matt Murdock 

My heart feels as if it is beating out of my chest, adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I swore I would never come back to this place. Now It’s the only place that I know I will be safe. They have been following me since I left Arizona. Keeping just in sight of my rear view.They attempted to grab me out of my truck when I was leaving a gas station. I can tell I have a black eye, and my lip is swollen. Im lucky my Old man taught me to fight. I know they are fucking with me, trying to psych me out before they attempt to run me into the ditch again.

All it took was one glimpse at the crow tattooed on my sternum and they were after me. Everyone in a five state distance knew what it meant. That I was an OId Lady for one of the members of the Sons of Anarchy. What better way to gain leverage over a club then to take a members Old Lady? To bad I was an ex. An ex who probably had been forgotten within the two years I had been away.

The welcome to Charming sign passes me in a blur. I barely catch a glimpse of the word SAMCRO carved into the sign, before my eyes are on my rear view mirror again. Obviously these assholes don’t know where they are, or where I’m heading. That or they are prospects, sent out to do the dirty work, and test the waters around Charming.

I quickly pull into the lot at Teller Morrow and notice there is only one bike. A Trike, parked toward the end of where the line usually starts. Piney is here I think to myself as I through the truck in park and begin running toward the clubhouse door. The sound of motors that don’t belong to Harley fills the lot, and my fear had tripled. Are these idiots fuckign crazy! Pulling into TM like this is a death wish. My hand grazes the handle on the clubhouse door when it is flung open. Piney standing with a shotgun in hand, quickly steps out of the way as I barrel inside. He’s standing in the doorway, shotgun at the ready.

“If you think you have the balls to come inside here be my guest” he calls into the lot. The bikes from the Guardians MC are lined up, blocking the entrance to Teller Morrow.

“Y/N, get my phone off the bar, hit 3, you’ll know what to do” he calls to me over his shoulder.

Running toward the bar I find the old burner, and quickly pressing 3. I go around the backside of the bar, my hands feeling for the pistol that is usually stashed there. MY fingers come in contact with the cold steel as the ringing of the phone stops and a voice I haven’t heard in two very long years hits my eardrum.

“Yeah” is all he says and my heart once again is racing. This time not from fear.

“Tig, you need to get to the clubhouse, The Guardians followed me, Piney is trying to hold them off”!

The line goes dead and I throw the phone. Knowing the guys will be here soon. My body goes into fight mode. I have to do whatever it takes to protect Piney and this clubhouse. I run quickly toward a side window that’s facing the lot. I see two full patched members, along with three prospects. The full members rockers are still white, especially in contrast to the rockers worn by the sons. Marred with dirt, blood, and life on the road.

“We can do this one of two ways” Piney yell’s into the lot once more. “You can leave and pray we don’t find you. Or you can start a war you will not win”. To emphasize his point, he racked the shotgun, making that noise that everyone knows so well. The Guardians at the end of the lot are standing their ground, pistols pointed toward the old man. I hear the faint sound of Harleys coming closer, and I know either all hell is about to break loose, or the pardon of a lifetime is about to take place.

Jax is the first one on the scene, followed by Bobby, Chibs, Tig and Happy. It looks like they have a few prospects as well. The guys are on their feet in seconds when they park at the end of the compound. Pistols drawn, they are aiming at the Guardians, who now have a glint of fear in their eyes.

“You all are either very stupid, or have huge balls” Jax calls toward the men in the center of the lot. “I’m giving you to the count of five to get the hell off my lot, before I unleash hell on your heads. Five…… Four……Three”. Not needing to be told twice, the Guardian mount their bikes and begin to leave, the Sons pistols still trained on them.

I feel exhausted as the last bike pulls away from Teller Morrow, My body is shaking as I sit down on one of the stained up couches. Piney walks toward the bar, grabbing a bottle of Tequila. He takes a drink before offering me the bottle. I gratefully accept it, knowing I’m going to need to be numb when he walks in the door.

Chibs is in first, followed by the man who broke my heart two years ago. I give a small smile as Tig gets down on his knees in front of me. His bright blue eyes piercing me with his gaze.

“What the hell happened doll” he asks as he brushes his thumb against my swollen lip, blood coming away with his thumb.

“It’s not mine, well not all of it at least. Apparently biting someone’s ear when they jump you is frowned upon in Arizona” A smile crosses his face as he brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, I wonder who you learned that move from” he laughs.

“Here lass, let me look at ye” Chibs Scottish accent is calming as he takes my face in his hands, looking at the numerous cuts and bruises.

“You’re gonna be sore for a couple of days, but other then tha’ ye will live” he states as he wipes down my cuts with an alcohol wipe.

“Thanks Chibby” I wince as the cleaning of another cut begins. I see Jax standing close by, a beer in his hands.

“Well one thing hasn’t changed. You still know how to make an entrance” he chides as Chibs finishes with my face. “You want to tell me what brought all this down on your shoulders”?

I glanced at Tig, who had been quiet since Chibs started tending to my wounds, then pointed down to my chest where Tig’s crow was in plain sight. “They needed leverage, and I guess they thought it was me”