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How Can I? - Fluff

Request: Juice tries to comfort you at Opie’s funeral, but it doesn’t go as planned. You apologize to him later.

Requested By: @thegoodthebadandtheempty

Song Inspiration: How Can I by Charli XCX

Word Count: 1252

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Everything ached. Your face was swollen, your eyes red from sobbing, your throat raw from screaming. Opie was gone and today was his funeral. You felt like you were on autopilot, just going through the motions. You weren’t even sure how you’d done anything since hearing the news. It must’ve been Juice, your Old Man, the love of your life.

You and Juice had met through Opie, a childhood friend. Well, not only a childhood friend. Your best friend. Your protector. Your pseudo-brother. You were instantly drawn to Juice’s goofy personality and bright smile. You felt as though he could make you laugh and smile for hours on end. After talking to Ope about it, he had decided to set the two of you up. There were two conditions; Juice had to treat you like a queen, lest Opie would kill him. You were like a sister to him and he would kill someone before you could be hurt. Opie’s second stipulation was that if anything happened to him, Juice had to promise to take care of you. Juice obviously intended to make good on this promise.

The funeral was emotional to say the least. Opie was a son, a father, a friend, and a brother. Everyone loved him. He didn’t deserve his fate. You were pissed. Opie deserved so much better than the hand he had been dealt. You weren’t sure how to communicate what you were feeling, but you knew that you needed to escape for a little bit. You excused yourself and began walking to the clubhouse when you heard footsteps behind you.

“(Y/n)! Baby, wait up. Where are you going?” It was Juice. You didn’t bother to stop walking. “I’m going to rest for a bit. I need to be alone.” Juice was now at your side. You were honestly a little annoyed with the constant attention at this point. “I think it’s best if you stay with me for right now. I don’t want you to be alone.” This made you stop dead in your tracks. Your anger had finally boiled over.

“You think it’s best for me? Since when do you make these decisions for me?” Juice stopped to look at you. “(Y/n), you know that’s not what I meant. Ope asked me to take care of you if anything happened, so I’m just trying-“ you cut him off. “I’m a big girl, Juice.” “I know, I just-“ you cut him off again. “You just nothing, Juice. You don’t know how I feel. You don’t know anything about me right now.” You could see it on his face. That one cut deep. You couldn’t even believe that those words had come out of your mouth.

Juice was visibly hurt and your heart was breaking even more. “You’re right, (y/n). I don’t know who you are right now.” Tears were streaming down your face at a faster rate now. It was a mix of grief over Opie’s death and guilt over what you had just said to Juice. “Go get some rest, (y/n). I’ll come get you when it’s time to go home.” Juice had no emotion on his face, but you knew that he was hurting. “Juice, wait!” But he didn’t. He just kept walking and you kept crying.

Xxx

The ride home from the funeral was beyond uncomfortable. You knew that you had hurt Juice, and you felt terrible, but you needed him to give you space. You didn’t feel like it was too much to ask for, but your delivery could’ve been better. Juice stormed into the house and you followed closely behind. He grabbed a beer and tossed himself on the couch. You knew that he needed some space, so you decided on a relaxing shower.

The shower was beyond cathartic for you. You cried for Opie. You cried for Lyla. You cried for everyone’s children. But most importantly, you cried for Juice. He had lost a brother and a friend. You were being beyond selfish in your grief. You stepped out of the shower and dried off before slipping into some shorts and one of Juice’s T-shirts. You tossed your hair up into a messy bun and made your way to living room, ready to apologize to your old man.

You took a deep breath before walking in and curling up in his lap. “I’m trying to watch this movie, (y/n).” You just snuggled deeper into him. “Juice, I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond. You continued. “I don’t know why I said that to you. I wasn’t thinking-“ “Obviously.” You took a deep breath. “I was being selfish about it. I know that you miss him just as much as I do. It wasn’t fair to say any of that to you. We’re all grieving. I’m just sorry, okay?”

The silence was deafening. You assumed it was a lost cause and began to pull away from your old man, but he pulled you closer to him. Tears were pouring down your face and you looked up to see them falling from Juice’s eyes too. “He was my brother.” You swallowed a lump in your throat and waited for him to continue. “You were like his sister. He just wanted me to take care of you.” You pulled back a little bit and looked into his eyes. “Juice, you’ve taken care of me since the day we met.” “I know, (y/n), but Opie would kill me if he knew I let you walk away.” You sighed. “Juice, Baby, I need space sometimes.” “I know, (y/n). And I’m sorry that I didn’t give it to you.” “It’s okay.”

There was a second of silence before you wiped your eyes and let out a little chuckle. “Wait, how did this turn into you apologizing to me? I was the one being a bitch.” Juice sniffled and laughed a bit with you. “Yeah, you’re right. You were being a bitch.” You rolled your eyes at your old man. “But you’re my bitch. And I love you with every part of my being.” You started to tear up again. “I love you too, Juice. I can’t express how sorry I am for what I said. I needed to grieve privately.” Juice nodded. “I can see that now, but I don’t want to do it alone. I can’t do it alone.” You wiped your eyes and threw your arms around Juice’s neck. “You won’t. I’m going to be here with you every step of the way. Your brothers will be with you every step of the way too. There is absolutely no way that you will be alone for this.”

Juice nodded as a few more tears fell down his face. You grabbed his cheek and pulled him into you, kissing him deeply, radiating love. He kissed you back and tangled a hand in your messy bun. You loved him with all of your being, and he felt the same. You still felt absolutely terrible about what had happened, but you knew that the two of you were both hurt by Opie’s passing. You knew it would be a tough road to go down, but you also knew that you would never be alone and that Juice would never leave your side. You and your Old Man pulled and looked into eachother’s eyes. “(Y/n), I love you more than anything. I accept your apology. And I hope that you accept mine. We’ll get to the other side of this. I promise.”

[impala666]

Secret Old Lady

I took a short break from my Damien stories and wrote this Sons of Anarchy oneshot. The reader is Jax’s younger sister, her and Juice hook up and become a thing, but don’t want to tell Jax because they both don’t want him to flip out and kill Juice.

           I don’t really know how it happened, I left Jax and Tara’s place to hang out with Juice. Then the next thing I know, 2 hours later, I ended up in bed totally naked. Cuddled up with Juice, we were totally or at least relatively sober. And as far as I could tell, we were both pretty content with the current situation.

           “So that happened.” Juice had this smile on his face, I didn’t even think I had ever seen him smile that big.

           “Yeah, it did,” I didn’t even notice the smile that grew on my face. Juice carefully grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, keeping his arms wrapped around me. Like the way that ours legs were currently tangled. I lost all train of thought as I looked at the tattoo that was on his chest.

           “Hey,” Juice whispered. His hand reached my face and he cupped my jaw, forcing me to look into his whiskey brown eyes; which shone with concern. No matter what facial expression Juice was wearing, his eyes were always shining. “You okay?” he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

           “I guess so,” I traced his tattoo on his chest with my hands. I was totally lying, I was not okay; Juice was a Son, and my brother was the president. But most importantly they were both Sons. I knew that it would have to end because Jax would kick Juice’s ass.

           “No you’re not. Come on babe, what’s wrong?” Juice kissed my jaw which was a great way to calm me down.

           “You just called me babe.” I observed in surprise.

           “Of course, why wouldn’t I babe?” He said with that adorable half-smile of his. I couldn’t help the small, girlish laugh that came out of me, so I hid my face in the crook of his neck. Juice kissed me again, but this time on the top of my head.

           “Are we gonna tell Jax and the others guys about…whatever this is?” I gestured between the two of us. “Sorry about being the girl here, but I’d like to know before my brother kills you.” Juice let out low, manly, but nervous chuckle.

           “Do you want to?” His hands dancing smoothly across my skin.

           “I feel like we should, just because I definitely like what’s happening here.” I answered with a sly smile.

           “Can we wait, so that I can come up with a way to tell the club, especially Jax?” I tossed the thought around in my brain.

           “I guess. A few days, this can’t be another secret.” I gave into his puppy dog eyes, but warningly pointing at his chest.

           “I swear, okay,” Juice turned to his nightstand and turned his lamp off. He turned back toward me and stroked my arm and passionately pressed his lips to mine. “We’ll tell them.” Juice brought me into his chest and I felt safe; I never really felt like that in Charming. Even though I had Jax and the rest of the MC. For the first time in forever I fell asleep without waking up in the middle of the night.

             Where the hell am I? I asked myself. This was not me bed or my room. At first I thought that I was somehow kidnapped by a group that weren’t a fan of the MC, but then I looked to my right and I saw Juice. I remembered what happened yesterday and I was very happy with my current situation; until I looked at the clock that was on the nightstand closest to Juice.

           “Crap, Juice!” I shouted, shaking his shoulders. He rolled over and wiped the sleep out of his eyes and this smile grew on his face. I wish that I could keep it there, but we were both had to be at the clubhouse in 30 minutes; mostly Juice.

           “Hey baby,” he rolled forward and kissed me. Despite the worried look I had on my face that he totally ignored. “Mornin’ sweetheart.” I flashed him a smile and then pulled the covers off of both of us. He looked as if I broke his bike.

           “Morning, as much as I wish we could spend the morning in bed, we were supposed to be at the clubhouse yesterday.” I joked, pulling my shorts from yesterday and my tank top. I’d have to leave my t-shirt because Jax and probably my mother would ask questions; of course I had no clue of the hickies that I had on my neck. Juice sat up and looked at the clock, then jumped out of bed and immediately started pulling on his own pants and t-shirt.

           “Shit, Jax is gonna kick my ass.” Juice said, completely panicking.

           “Come on, babe. I’ll talk to him.” I shrugged as Juice pulled the bedroom door open for me.

           “I thought we were gonna keep it a secret.” He said handing me his helmet and I climbed onto the back of his bike.

           “Right.” I had completely forgot. “Well, I’ll come up with a plan. Let’s just go.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and then we were off. Within five seconds within leaving I had a plan.

             As soon as we rode into the garage, Jax was sitting on the picnic table, and he looked pissed. He just sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, he was just sitting there and shaking his head. It’s almost like my father was waiting for me to get home after a late night of partying. Juice backed his bike off and turned the engine off. When I climbed off is when Jax started strutting over to us. He looked like he was about to kick Juice’s ass, so I had to say whatever I could to keep that from happening.

           “Where the hell have you been?” Jax growled, his face fuming. So I stood in between them and stood my ground. Mom might listen to everything the President Jax said, but President of the Sons or not. All I could see was my big brother. “And what about you?” His jaw was all set and he was looking from me to Juice. He was a lion that couldn’t decide of his prey.

           “I woke up late, and I didn’t have a ride. Juice was the first to come to mind, I thought you’d be busy.” I said sounding super confident and crossed my arms over my chest like him to prove my confidence. That was when Jax relaxed a little tiny bit.

           “Well you should’ve called, okay?” Jax reached around me and patted Juice on the shoulder. Juice nodded and walked toward the other guys in the clubhouse. “Don’t-“ he started and then he put his hands on my neck. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked examining my bruises.

           “Nothing, I’m fine,” Jax rolled his eyes and me and rose an eyebrow. “I swear, okay?” I slid my hands into my jeans pockets. “If it weren’t you’d be the first to know, alright?” I patted his shoulders, the leather of the cut made a loud slap. Then a turned toward the office to see mom; of course she was gonna have questions of her own. I just couldn’t help thinking of last night. I had the biggest smile on my face, and this time it was real.