HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

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Guess who’s back

We dunno if this was even still expected but here we are! Coming back from the so-to-say dead once more. We’ve got ourselves a bunch of inspiration, motivation, and some fresh thoughts so we’re ready to dive deep into the SoA world again. Stay tuned to see if we succeed! 

p.s. We are amazed that despite lack of updates we still have new subscribers and notes. It is so pleasant to know that what we’ve created still echoes in someone. Love y’all <3

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Me: *lives in constant fear of making grammatical errors while blogging in another language*

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I loved 💜 it was so freaking amazing❤I am in love❤❤when will you post another part of it?

Sweetie, thank you so much! It means a lot to me ❤ I’ll try to post it in the next few days. 

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I made brothers of a different kind instead.

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Damned. Chapter 1

The time has come and I decided to finally write this story. There will be a lot of drama, a lot of love, a bit of smut, sugar, spice and everything nice for our lovely Juicy-boy. Hope you’ll enjoy it <3

You never thought that you will end up like this, running from your own home and from your own husband. You tried your best to fix everything, to give your son a family he deserves, you really tried, but there’s always one scenario waiting for you behind the door: humiliation that ends with bruises and hematomas on your skin. No matter how many times you reported about this, Frank gets away with it. It’s easy to live when you are part of a legal structure and friend with district attorney’s  assistant. Most of the time he hits you there where no one will notice, but sometimes he leaves his marks on your face and then there is no other way but to lie and cover him. And not because you afraid of pain and a new bunch of bruises, you can stand all of it. But Frank is a smart son of a bitch, smart enough to threaten you with your son’s safety and you can’t let him hurt Michael, not until you alive.

You made another turn and drove into Teller-Morrow. This was a desperate move but there was logic in your thought: if the law can’t help you then you will ask help from outlaw.

“Wait here, okay? I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Michael nodded and huddled in the car. Taking a deep breath, you went straight to the clubhouse. However before you could get there a man with a mohawk  and tribal tattoos on his head appeared in front of you.

“You need to come there if you’ve got problems with your car, miss, so I could see it,” he said, smiling. You shook your head and said with determination in your voice, looking at the reaper tattoo on his arm. “You must be one of the Sons, right?”

“Depends on what do you want.” You swallowed hard, having no idea how to explain him your problem. Somehow you thought it will be easier but it won’t.

“I need a…favor. Sort of,” this time he became more serious, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, let me guess. A Lady comes to Sons with some kind of plea. Miss, we’re just fans of Harleys, not some kind of gang, so I… ”

“You don’t understand!” you pointed at your son, who was just looking at you at this moment. “Listen, my son Michael, he’s almost six. My husband, he…he can be aggressive sometimes and I’m afraid he can hurt him one day, so” but Juice interrupted you immediately.

“I’m sorry, but you should better go to police or…”

“I was there, it won’t work. Listen, if it’s about money – I have some. I will get more if you need, just give a few days. Here, take it!” you took a yellow envelope from your purse and gave it to a man, who now looked totally confused. “Please. I have no other place to go, no one else to ask for help. I really don’t care who you guys are or what you do, I just want my son safe, that’s it.” You could feel how hot tears started to appear in your eyes. The man took you by the hand and said softly.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N”

“I’m Juice. And I promise that nothing bad won’t happen to your boy. ” Frankly speaking, you didn’t believe that it will work. Deep inside you prepared yourself for the refusal but here is this Juice, who gave you a little bit of hope, but yet you still couldn’t believe your ears.

“So, will you really help me?” you asked in disbelieve. Juice smiled again and nodded cheerfully.

“Guess I can’t say no to such charming lady,” you blushed and smiled back at him. 

“Thank you, Juice. Then I’ll come later, okay? And we’ll discuss the details. Will this be enough?” you pointed at the envelope, which he still held in his hand.

“Oh, eh…You can take it back, Y/N. This is not something you should pay me for,” you nodded gratefully and went back to the car. Before you got inside, you turned around and shouted, before the man with mohawk could leave.

“Juice! Such a silly name, you know?” for the first time in a few weeks you laughed sincerely.

“Come again and I’ll tell you my real name, Y/N” he shouted back. You nodded, smiling, and then started the engine. There were still so many problems you needed to solve but at least now there is a small chance that everything’s gonna be okay.

“Who’s this pretty lass, Juicy-boy?” all this time Chibs was looking at them with wide interest from the corner near the clubhouse.

“I think I just got myself into something I shouldn’t,” said Juice as they walked back together to the clubhouse.

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Request: imagine Juice cheated on you

Well, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this one, but here it is. I think that Juice belongs to that type of guys who won’t cheating without a good reason so I chose a timeline from season 4 of SOA for this. Hope you’ll like it!

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If someone will ask you to tell something about your Old Man you can describe Juice in a few very simple but at the same time very specific for you only words. Chocolate brown of his eyes, sweetest goofy smile and tribal tattoos which you like to trail with your finger when his head resting on your knees, silly mohawk and strong arms with the scattering of veins, and beautiful voice. A little bit of fear of loss and insecurity – the consequences of his OCD. But first of all, you would say family and home, because home is where he is. Juice is someone who you can always rely on. There is pure and complete trust between you two and sometimes you thought that it’s impossible for human being to be this kind, loving and faithful at once. Despite how silly that could sound you were still falling for him like a teenage girl on the first date. When it’s about Juice, stupidity is not a problem rather the very right way to live, like you’re forever young and have all time in the world.

You made him the centre of your existence and that, probably, was your biggest mistake.

You close your eyes and go back to that bloody day, again and again, becoming a prisoner of your own damn mind, where in the darkness of your house you heard loud moans from your and Juice’s bedroom. You opened the door and found him fucking some random blond croweater and you remembered absolute indifference in his eyes. Like this was nothing, like you were nothing. That night you slept on the couch at Gemma’s office. It took a while to calm you down and when she heard your story she suggested to cut off his dick. And you wanted that, wanted to hurt him so fucking badly but instead, you could only continue to cry quietly, pretending you’re asleep.  He came to the clubhouse early in the morning, trying his best to avoid you, but you needed answers. You bumped into him like a storm, grabbing his kutte

“Tell me you were drunk or stoned or whatever! Tell me it was a mistake! That you didn’t want to…” but simple look into his eyes was enough to understand: he doesn’t care.

“You have to leave. I don’t want you around here anymore, Y/N. You were the only mistake, now I see it”, you shook your head, mumbling that this is bullshit. Slowly you let off his kutte and stepped aside.

“Juan…Please,” you felt like hot tears started to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m done with this stupid drama, Y/N, ” he said and left you to stand alone in the middle of the parking place.  

One, two, three – breathe in.

One, two, three – breathe out.

Before he could disappear inside the clubhouse, you run to his bike and threw it on the ground, screaming from pain and anger.

“Screw you, Ortiz! You hear me? I wish I never met you! ”

“Well, then you can finally become free of me, Y/N”, he said quietly and walked away, fighting his desperate will to turn around and say that all of this was a part of his stupid plan of your protection. That he screwed up, that he’s an idiot and an asshole. But he continued to walk away.

“What the fuck was that with Y/N, Juice?! Are you out of your mind?” shouted Chibs as Juice came in. “Hey! Answer when I’m talking to ya!” Juice turned his head and said blankly:

“It’s none of your business,” he tried to walk away but Telford didn’t let him. He pressed him to the wall and looked straight into his eyes.

“I care about that girl, ya know. And I care about you. So I’m not going to stand here and watch how you destroying everything good you together have built for all these years. I will repeat my question one more time and if you won’t answer I swear to God I’ll make you shit your teeth.”

“Go on then,” was all he said. ‘Cause how Chibs could even possibly understand? He’s no longer the person you think he is. He’s a murderer. A rat. And a traitor. He covered in blood from head to toe and he can’t wash off his sins. You were his salvation but yet he couldn’t risk that much. He didn’t want to become your doom, he couldn’t let that happen. You need to be protected and the only way to do that is to be as far as possible from him and from all of this drugs and club shit.

“You stupid son of a bitch. Want to lose everything – fine, I won’t stop you. But you gonna regret everything you’ve done today. If you still the guy I knew, of course.” Juice looked at the empty place where Chibs just stood and couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him.

“I’m afraid that guy is already dead. I’m afraid he’s not coming back.

For him, it’ll take not much time to find the only right way out. The darkness whispered to sew the sign of his treason, to stain with it his kutte, to take a chain and put it on the neck. To say your name last time in vain and ask forgiveness, knowing that he has no excuse. And jump, like weak. Like coward.

And after all to stay live like the total failure.

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Ohmagosh that scars imagine was perfect! Thank you sooo much!!! 😍

Your request was totally beautiful, I'm glad you like the result. You're welcome, honey ♡

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Can you please write an imagine where the reader is Jax's ex girlfriend and returns to Charming for her fathers funeral. She runs out of the funeral and Jax follows and tries to comfort her but she keeps trying to push him away again but he won't go.

What a dramatic story, I love it. Added ;)

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Request: Imagine where you’re Jax’s old lady and you were raped so you have scars on your back

You were staring at Jax’s back for about a half of an hour. Dark ink of his tattoo was clearly visible even in the dim light from the street and you resisted a strong desire reach out your hand and touch it for almost all of that half-hour, but not because you didn’t want to wake your man up. You knew he wasn’t asleep. His breath was too unsteady to be a breath of a sleeping man and, you thought, that was just a bonus to the reasons why you kept restraining yourself from even touching Jax. The reasons why you were awake late at night, just as he was. Insomnia became kind of a good friend of yours since you got back home - alive and almost unharmed after being kidnaped as a lever of pressure on SAMCRO president. But that was it, that was the most important little word. Almost. Going through an experience like this was rarely something that can be passed without any scathes and this time wasn’t an exception. And despite all the horror you survived, all that living hell that bastards who kidnapped you made you went through, this marks that were left on your body as an eternal reminder were still the worst. And still the hardest. Every day you spent a huge part of your time in front of the mirror, not being able to turn away from the traces on your back and legs that already started to turn into deep scars. You tried to hold on and not to show any weaknesses as well as Jax was already too freaked out during and after all that shit, but in that moment near the mirror, when you were on your own, you couldn’t help yourself but felt tears on your cheeks again. And also there was that estrangement from Jax… First, you thought that it was just an attempt to give you some space so you could get used to a normal order of things again, but after time it became something regular and something you could barely stand. When the danger to do more harm to you passed, and the doctor confirmed that there is no need to treat you like you were made of glass, you thought Jax will take it easier, but nothing really changed. He was talking to you with usual warmth and softness, trying to do everything you ever asked, but you couldn’t miss the fact that he avoided touching you. Even accidental, meaningless touches. You tried to think about some painless, reasonable explanations to this, but the only thing that was persistently pulsing inside your mind was the thought that he simply didn’t want you anymore. It wasn’t in Jax’s style to just kick you out or hurt you in any way even if his feelings for you started to change. He was always too good to you, after all. And he was too good to just admit the truth that will break your heart… Though it was breaking it already. So here you were. Lying late at night beside your old man and being afraid to touch him as if it could reveal the fact that he wasn’t yours anymore. It seemed like you could feel as the scars on your back was burning, reminding what is the root of all of your heartbreaking troubles and at some point, when this feel became unbearable, you decided to put an end to it. To check out if your fears were real, or your disturbed, burning mind just drew them to itself. His skin was warm, almost hot when you ran your fingers along the image of the reaper, and you felt as he started a bit, before turning his face to you. 

“You ain’t sleeping, hun?” The expression on his face was slightly worried. As always lately.

“No,” It was hard to control your own voice. “It’s just something else on my mind… Not sleeping,” You moved your hand to his neck, leaning closer. Unfortunately, you couldn’t realize that you were shaking, but Jax could feel it clearly when you moved to him and put the other hand on his stomach, running it down and leaving no doubts about your intentions. Though he asked anyway:

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He frowned a bit. After a moment of hesitation, Jackson caught your hand, not letting it moving further. “I don’t think this is a good idea…”

“Why not?” You still were trying to snuggle up to him, though it was clear that he wasn’t about to encourage your actions. They were full of some kind of despair, but somehow he didn’t see it, concentrating on your strong shiver and his own reason to stop you.

“I don’t…” He just leaned away a bit to see your face more clearly, but you instantly regarded it as a rejection and recoiled. It took you a single moment to move away to the other side of the bed.

“You don’t want it,” Being sure that you know exactly what he was about to say, you finished his line. Turning away, you wrapped your arms around your knees and whispered, “You don’t want me.” This time, it wasn’t a question, it was kinda conclusion you’ve made to yourself that brought you to the edge of tears again. You could feel as Jax was looking at you, being completely confused and helpless in front of something he just couldn’t understand immediately. But when he did, he just sighed loudly, knowing that it was his turn now to move closer to you. 

“What’s this about, babe?” He asked when he approached you from the back so you felt his warm breath touching your neck. 

“You don’t want me,” You repeated quietly, staring into the dark space in front of you. “I knew it… I felt it. You don’t even touch me anymore,” Hiding your face in your hands, you tried your best not to start crying like a little girl. “I understand. It’s happening since I got back and I can’t blame you, this scars, they are… Disgusting. They constantly remind you about…”

“About how freaking scared I was when I thought I can lose you,” He interrupted you suddenly. “Jesus, Y/N. Do you really think as you said? I still want you, and I always will, no matter what, and all I wanted to say was just that I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so freaked out that something may still harm you, babe… Don’t you understand? I just…” He broke off, leaning a bit forward so his forehead touched your shoulder. Closing your eyes, you were waiting for him to continue. Every word he said, every thought was echoing inside of you with some bittersweet aftertaste - pleasant and painful at the same time. And you needed this weird symbiosis so bad. 

“I just want you to be safe. I want you to feel safe. You hear me?” He looked up. You replied nothing but silently nodded, being sure he will see it from that close, even despite the soft darkness around you. He did. “I want you… I want you, babe.”

And finally, you felt his touch for real. His warm, a bit rough fingers touched your spine, moved to your scars. You breathed in faster, so the air almost crushed into your lungs with sharpness, while he was kind of traveling along that deep marks, taking all of the pain away with every moment spent in the sense of his presence. “All of you,” His beard pricked your neck when he placed a kiss there, whispering in your ear, “Always.” After that, you turned around to meet his eyes. They were on you, and so were his arms, carefully caressing your body that was still shivering to the bone, though now the reason was different.

“Feel it?” Instead of responding, you leaned forward to answer his kiss.

Finally, you felt it for real. You felt his presence and his desire, felt that relief that covered you when you threw away all the thoughts that brought you so much pain. It seemed like his acceptance was the only thing that mattered and now, when you got it, you could fully enjoy all the things you’ve missed so much. The heat of his body, the way he held you in his arms; still incredibly carefully, but tightly. You could run your fingers through his hair, and then leave long red marks from your nails on his back when he appeared to be too close, for the first time after your return. 

“I love you, babe,” He said, touching your cheek lightly. 

“Love me,” You asked in reply, reaching out for another long-expected kiss. You needed it so bad.

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hey hun! I was wondering if you could do a Happy imagine where he goes to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady? thank you!!

hey, sweetie ♡ we've been waiting for request about happy, so thank you for that! got it c;

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I was reading some of your imagines and really love them! do you have a master list?

thanks, sweetheart ;) unfortunatelly, we think we don't have enough imagines to have a masterlist yet, but maybe soon we'll make it ☆

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Happy Birthday, sweet Theo Rossi <3

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Could you do an imagine where the reader is Jax's old lady and was raped and has scars on her back from being whipped and is now scared Jax won't love/want her so he shows/tells her how much he loves her/her body and that he'll never stop loving her?

Jesus, I love this drama so much. No problem, sweetheart, added ♡

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can you do two imagines? one of juice cheating and one of kozik cheating?

Sure, got it ☆

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OMG OMG OMG thank you for writing my request 😉😍it was so sweet 💘 any chances for imagine when Juice is released from prison and he spends all night making sweet love to his old lady or wife ? Thank you Babes 💞

We're so glad you like it, love ♡ And, of course, your request is added ;)