So recently I've seen quite a lot of likes and reblogs (Which I'm extremely grateful for!đź’›) for characters in my Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist and it's got me thinking about the fact that I haven't written for any of the Sons characters in quite some time and I'd actually really like to get back into it!
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Summary: You're working late, and Jax is determined to make sure you get rest.
Pairing: Jax Teller X Female Reader
WordCount: 264
Content: Fluff,
A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here!
Day 7, my 30-day blurb challenge! You can read the rest here!
This one isn't my favourite, but I'm trying, and I guess that's what counts.
“Darlin’, why are you still up?” You momentarily glanced up at Jax before looking back down at your paperwork once more. You needed to finish the new specials by the morning. With no answer, Jax padded towards you, Sweatpants low on his hips. He placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly kneading the tense muscles.
“You’ve been over those hundred times already. You’ve tried them on the boys, and they loved them. Tomorrow, people will be queuing at the door. If not, I’ll deal with them. Your head snapped in his direction. Jax grinned. He knew that would get your attention.
“You can’t threaten my customers. I want them to come back because they enjoy my food, not because my boyfriend threatened them.” Jax smirked.
“Only if you come to bed.” You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath about blackmail. It clearly worked. Jax helped you pull your chair out. Frowning as he noticed the bags under your eyes. No doubt this hadn’t been your first late night. However, for a while, it would be your last.
He refused to have you working yourself into the ground. He’d do whatever he needed to. Whether that would be getting the guys to help you out or getting them to hold out promotional materials. What was the point of a prospect if you couldn’t use them to help out?
“Thank you.” You mummbled barely audible.
“I’ve got you, Darlin’. Don’t worry. We look out for each other, remember. You stop me from going to jail, and I stop you from running yourself into the ground.
My first Juice Headcanon. Requests are open, you can find my request guidelines here! ♊
♊Juan brings you a hot drink in bed every morning. He knows exactly how you like it. He’ll sit with you while you both wake up. His day doesn’t feel right if he doesn’t.Â
♊Juan texts you multiple times throughout the day. He’ll check in to make sure you’re okay, if you need anything. Sometimes, Juan will call you if he can. He misses you, even if he saw you that morning. Juan will drop anything to get to you if necessary.Â
♊Juan kisses you in greeting every time. When you walk into the same room, Juan crosses it to kiss you. When you come in from work, he’ll kiss you. You meet him at the club he’ll kiss you. Juan doesn’t care who sees.
♊Juan likes grocery shopping with you. He likes to stroll through the aisles and discuss your needs. He does try to sneak treats in whenever possible, but that’s due to Juan’s sweet tooth. Juan finds the whole time beautifully domestic.Â
♊Juan loves watching movies with you. Especially after a long day, he likes being able to shut the outside world out and curl up on the sofa with you. Juan finds himself lying on your chest, fingers entwined. He doesn’t always care for the movie. Often he’ll fall asleep. He just wants an excuse to spend time with you.Â
♊Juan divides all the chores. If you're living together, he’s going to pull his weight. He takes care of your care and makes sure things are repaired. If he doesn’t know how to he’ll find someone who does. He’s going to make sure you have a good home. He also does the washing up, Juan finds it therapeutic.Â
♊Juan barely contains himself whenever he sees you in his shirt. He’ll never be able to keep his hands off of you. You look perfect as you make him breakfast, wearing nothing but his shirt. He’ll walk up behind you and trap you in his arms. Whenever you're curled up on the sofa in one of his shirts, Juan will stop and join you.Â
♊Juan’s not afraid of PDA. It’s not as wild as some of the others, but he likes the contact. You always provide him with comfort. You ground him when things get hard. Additionally, he wants everyone to know you’re together.Â
♊Juan also gets jealous. He doesn’t want to lose you. He can’t stand when people close boundaries because they think he’ll let it slide. People get too friendly, and they’ll blatantly flirt with you. Juan’s quick to remind them you two are together and he’s not going to share.
♊Juan doesn’t shut up about you. He wants to tell everyone who will listen about how incredible you are. Everyone at the club knows every accomplishment, every movement you make, because Juan tells them about it. He loves you so much. Why wouldn’t he talk about you?Â
Summary: Juan's sweet on the florist in charming. However, things aren't always plain sailing. Luckily for him, she'll give him more than one chance.
Pairing: Juan "Juice" Ortiz x Female Reader
WordCount: 505
Prompt: “Your shirt is inside out.” “Can you help me fix that?”
Warnings: N/A
A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday
Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!
Juan lingered outside the florist's. Wiping his hands down his jeans, his eyes flickered open to the door. All he had to do was walk in, create small talk. Once he got talking, he got his usual charm. Juan knew he had this. Yet his feet were glued to the cement beneath his feet.Â
He’d already caught people staring at him suspiciously. It wasn’t every day, you saw a Son standing outside a florist. He could only hope that no one called Hale to complain. The last thing he needed was Hale on his case.Â
Why couldn’t he go in there and talk to you? He was making himself look ridiculous. Rubbing his hands over his face, he could vaguely see you in the distance, working on a fresh bouquet of flowers. You were breathtaking, like a cool drink on a Summer’s day.Â
Perhaps Juan should come back when he is more composed, when he can confidently walk into your florist's. Perhaps he should go get a drink first to relax his nerves.Â
“Should I be worried?” Your voice, soft as a flower, sweet as honey, snapped him out of a trance. He glanced up at your smiling face.Â
“Sorry?”Â
“From flower thieves, since you’ve been protecting my store all morning,” Juan smirked as he glanced down at the ground, looking back up at you. Attempting to lean against a street lamp, he missed stumbling as he regained his posture. He didn’t miss the way you covered your mouth attempting to hide a giggle.Â
“Are you alright?”Â
“Yeah, no, I’m good.” Juan’s brain struggled to think of ways to keep the conversation going. He was finally talking to you. He had to make the most of it. He had no doubt he’d made a lasting impression. Whether it was a positive one, he wasn’t sure.Â
He’d made you laugh, and that was important.Â
“You sure?” Juan nodded. “Are you thirsty? It’s pretty hot out here. I could get you a drink?” Juan cocked his eyebrow as he stood up straighter.Â
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Juan began to walk towards you, making sure to add some swag to his step. Following behind you, he took a moment to compose himself. With an exhale, he walked into the florist's. Juan immediately noticed the chill in the air. You disappeared, returning with a cool glass of water.Â
“Here you go- did you know your shirt is inside out?” Juan glanced down at his shirt. The stitching of his shirt was instead on the outside. Internally, Juan began to berate himself. Could he make any more of a fool out of himself? You were never going to take him seriously.Â
“Can you help me fix that?” Juan didn’t know where it came from, but the shock in your eyes. You regained yourself quickly.Â
“One cheesy pick-up line isn’t going to impress me.”Â
“I’m sure I could figure it out if you give me a chance.” Juan smiled as you smirked.Â
“We’ll see how many chances it takes.” Challenge accepted.Â
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Jax Teller;
Big Spoon - Likes to curl himself around you, protecting you. He likes feeling your body pressed against yours.
Bobby Munson;
Big spoon - Likes to hug you. Easy access to your neck, for some lazy kisses. Also always has his back to the door just in case.
Alexander "Tig" Trager;
Switch - Tig is open about the things he likes and dislikes and he's proud to say sometimes he's the small spoon. He likes feeling your arms wrapped around him. Other times, he likes to know you're safe and protected.
Filip "Chibs" Telford;
Big Spoon - Likes to hold you close. Likes the reassurance it gives him knowing you're safe and protected. Likes to have his body pressed against yours.
Clay Morrow;
Big Spoon - Feels natural for him. Uses his body as a shield because he never knows when someone may attempt to attack. Also a good position to kiss your face and neck.
Harry "Opie" Winston;
Switch - Sometimes Opie likes being the big spoon, wrapping his body around yours while he holds you tightly. Other times, Opie needs to be held. He needs to feel safe and that's in your arms. While Opie is aware of your differences.
Juan "Juice" Ortiz;
Little Spoon - Juice likes to have your body pressed against his arms sprawled over his chest, legs entangled together, Juice's hands placed ontop of yours. Juice likes it when you whisper sweet nothings, kissing the side of his neck and head.
Happy Lowman;
Big Spoon - Likes to have your body pressed as close as humanly possible, legs tangled. Your head laying on Happy's arm. Happy rests a hand under your nightwear for physical contact.
David Hale;
Switch - The majoriy of the time, David's the big spoon. Enjoy's the position, especialy when he comes home late. However, when things are getting tough at the station, he needs to be held as he discusses what's going wrong at the station.
Herman Kozik;
Big spoon - Likes the position and the physical contact. Shielding you from the world. Can run his hands up and down your body. Often will swing his leg over your body to draw you closer.
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Summary: Exchanging keys can be a big deal but also a sign of trust and love. Reader gets a phone call with bad news while Juice is on a run. she seeks him out for comfort but settles with his apartment while he's away.
Warnings: None? pet names? crying...? The family problem is left open; we all go through some hard times, so I thought it fitting to leave it open for anyone who find it helpful to and comforting.
Authers note: i have a few ideas about how having a Key to Juices house is helpful and i think i might write like a little series for them. like nothing in order other than maybe this being the first with the how?
word count: 1867
Juice looked at you with a small smile while his hand dug in his pocket. “Here.” he says as he pulls whatever it was he was looking for. “This is for you.” he says and holds out a sing key on a keyring. You looked at the key then back to him, shocked that he was taking this step in your relationship. It made you happy while also nervous, no one had ever given you a house key before. You wanted to be closer however, it was just a surprise and a little out of the blue. Juice got nervous the longer it took you to respond, his smile faulted a little and his shoulder sagged just a bit. “You don't have to take it… I just thought-”
“I want it.” your words were rushed and sounded just as nervous as juice looked. You reached out and slowly took the key, eyeing it with a soft smile. “No one has ever given me a key before.” you confess.Â
Juice relaxed a little with a soft chuckle. “That so? Well you're welcome over whenever baby.” he says with a crooked smile.Â
Your own smile widens and you step closer to wrap your arms around his middle, his own came up to wrap around your shoulders. “Thank you juicy, I love you.” you say into his chest.
He gives your shoulders a small squeeze and kisses the top of your head. “I love you too Baby.” he says with a goofy grin, happy you accepted his offer.Â
A few days later you decided to make a spare key of your own and give it to him, showing him that you felt the same way and trusted him enough to have it. He showered you with affection and love over the whole thing and didn't complain when you told him you would prefer to be at his place, since he was so clean and his place was so nice.
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It was normal for you to text Juice and tell him you were going to come over or be there when he got home. You both had come to an understanding that his place was the normal meetup spot. You didn't mind your own place but Juice's apartment smelled like him, it looked like him and you felt comfortable there when he wasn't even home. He didn’t seem to mind it either, since it was naturally cleaner than yours anyways, something he tried not to tease you about.
There was a night however, he was gone for a three day run and would be back late at night. You had been given some news about a family member that caused you to spiral a little. With tears rimming your waterline you drove to Juice’s empty apartment in a daze. It was about 5pm when you pulled up and used your key to let yourself in.Â
You left the door unlocked and kicked your shoes off. Still in a complete daze you went straight to Juice's closet and pulled down one of his black T-shirts. You pulled your own shirt over your head and replaced it with his. Climbing into his bed you wrapped yourself up in his blankets. The blankets and pillows smelt like Juice, like he was almost there with you. You felt safer, still lonely and sad but his scent and apartment helped soothe you enough to fall into a restless sleep.Â
What you didn't know was that you had left your phone at home. Juice, who had tried to call you soon after you left to tell you he would be home rather late, had tried back all day. Every stop he called you once and then soon he was blowing up your phone just to make sure you were okay and every time you didn’t pick up his anxiety got worse. By the time they rolled into town Juice was making a B-line straight to your apartment. When he pulled up to find your car missing and your door unlocked with your phone inside he began to really panic.Â
On auto pilot he rode straight to his own apartment, the last place he could look before falling into a full blown panic attack.
Juices felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when he saw your car parked in the spot next to where he puts his bike. He haphazardly parks next to your car and practically runs up the stairs to his apartment. When he placed his key in the door however he found it already unlocked and the sinking feeling that something bad filled his chest again. He held his hand near his gun as he entered his apartment. It was quiet and dark when he stopped inside. Your shoes were laying upside down by the door but there didn’t seem to be any kind evidence of a break in. Relaxing his shoulders a bit he closed and locked the door behind him with a soft sigh.Â
Slowly he walked to his bedroom. A small smile crept across his face when he flicked the light on to find you asleep in the middle of his bed. You were wrapped in his blankets and your hair was a mess around you. Juice really wanted to let you sleep, you looked a little like you needed it at the moment.
He was too anxious and worried for that however. You had left your phone at home and the door’s were unlocked. You know by now how much Juice cares about your safety, you should have known better and locked them. He kicked his boots off, for the moment not caring where they landed.Â
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently moved the hair that was obstructing your face from him. His smile flipped quickly into a frown, his brows pinched together. You had been crying, evidence dripped onto his pillow. You had probably been crying for a while now and it broke Juice’s heart. His thumb came to swipe threatening tears from your tightly closed eyes. “Baby, wake up.” Juice spoke soft and gentle, trying to coax you out of your slumber slowly so as to not startle you. “C’mon baby, wake up for me please.” he asked again, now stroking your hair a little.Â
Your eyes shift a little before fluttering open. It took you a moment to focus and realize Juice was there. “Juice?” you croaked out.Â
When you sat up Juice couldn't help the giddy feeling when he saw you in his shirt. You were upset about something and you seemed to seek him out for comfort.Â
“Your home… What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes while you try and read the clock.Â
Sitting against the headboard Juice wrapped his arms around you enough to pull you and sit you on his lap. You didn’t hesitate a moment and wrapped your own around his torso and laid your head against his chest. “Almost one in the morning, if i knew you were here i would have been sooner.” he said softly, rubbing your thigh with one hand while the other held you against him by your lower back.Â
It took you a moment to remember how you even got in his apartment. You felt bad, you hadn’t said anything and left your phone at home. You looked up at him with watery eyes. “I'm sorry.” you say, voice clever but still only just above a whisper.Â
Juice gave you a tender smile and shook his head. “I'm just glad your safe Babygirl, I was worried.” he told you. “What's going on, did something happen?” he then asked.Â
You nodded slowly, remembering the phone call you got earlier that day and all the emotions you were sleeping to get away from came flooring back. Fresh tears filled your water line before falling quickly. Before your own hand could come up to swipe them away Juice was there, gently wiping the streaks from your cheeks and tucking your hair behind your ear. He let you take your time, slowly getting the words out. You hated how broken your voice sounded but you felt just a little better telling him. He reassured you over and over he was right there, take your time, he wasn't going to leave you alone. You managed to tell him everything you knew about what happened. He didn’t know what else to do at the moment but to hold and listen to you and for the moment it was just what you needed. Safe in his arms while you poured your bleeding heart to the man you loved and trusted the most in this world.Â
With a shaky breath you finally gave him a small smile, tears still streaming down your face. “I just… didn’t know what to do or where to go.” you said, as you snuggled closer to him. “I just got in my car and drove here.” you admitted.Â
Juice smiled softly, he didn’t like the pain you were in but knowing he was such a big part of your life now just made him happy. “I'm glad you came here, wish you would have locked the door and told me so I didn’t have to panic.” he scolded you softly.Â
You hummed in agreement. “I know, I'm sorry.” you repeated, you felt a little awkward now that he was home, actually there giving you the comfort you had been seeking when coming here. You couldn't help but apologize. Your tears continued to fall but lessened enough so your breathing could even out. Listening to Juice’s heart beat helped keep your head in reality.Â
Juice shook his head again with a short low chuckle. “Baby, no need to apologize. I'm here for you and I just want to make sure you're safe.” he told you. “Next time maybe just leave me a message okay?”
“I will.” you agreed.
For a while you fell into a comfortable silence while you calmed down. Your tears stopped and your eyes felt heavy now. It was still late and you knew Juice must be exhausted. “You need sleep.” you say and go to stand but Juice's arms stop you from moving and instead pull you to sit with your back pressed against his chest.Â
He nuzzled into your neck. “Not before I know you're going to be okay.” He says.Â
You smile to yourself. He really was a good man. “I'm okay Juice, I promise.” you say and lean into his hold. “You’re here with me and that's enough, I cried it all out anyways.” You joke light heartedly.Â
He kisses your shoulder and lets you back in bed before getting up with a grin. “Okay, tomorrow I'll make breakfast and we can do whatever you want, alright baby? I'm all yours.” he says while undressing, opting to take a shower in the morning and getting into bed next to you.Â
You hummed in agreement and scoot closer to him, cursing up against his side and laying your head on his chest. You were glad he was home, now you felt like you could get some real rest and hold off your worries for a while.
hi friends! I’m trying to make more time for writing so I’ll be working on some of the 5 drafts I have currently and will hopefully get at least a couple out this week! please send in what you want (I’m also going to be trying to finish up my taylor x mayan series).
I do wanna say that I’m sorry for my absence! I’ve had genuinely the worst year of my life and I’m just now putting the pieces back together. I’ve also spent massive amounts of time consuming every Aemond Targaryen fic I could find.
