SOA: Being Juice’s sister, in a relationship with Happy and grieving Juice as requested by anonymous.
I’ve included my brainstorming process just for fun.
It was painful, it was shitty, overall it was incomprehensible. You lost the only family that you had left in the world. Your only blood who loved you without any type of condition. It was a sad turn out, his club, the men who were supposed to be his brothers, supposed to be his family didn’t even show face. It was you and your boyfriend; Happy. The only person left in the world and the only person who could seesaw between the world you and he created together and the one that he had spent the better part of your life in.
You were grieving and Happy was there every single step of the way. From the all nighters you spent combing through picture album after picture album, to the nights that were a little more rough. The ones filled with crying, yelling, pleading and begging for your brother back. It was all too much and the only thing that kept you together was the warm embrace from the man you are madly in love with.
He didn’t want to see you in pain, didn’t want to see our shine dull or your smile fade away. He did his best to make sure that you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. That he would come back, regardless of what his club thought about it. He didn’t see Juice as a rat, he saw him as a man who lost his path and made one too many bad decisions. Decisions that couldn’t bring him back into the fold no matter how hard he tried.
It was you who had sat on your knees, begging your brother to leave the club. Exile was far better than trying to win your way back into a club who saw you as the scapegoat. It was all this that made grieving for your brother even worst. It was this that made you turn sour towards the club, only showed up to stand at Happy’s side. After all you were his Old Lady at the end of the day.
Just a blurb from my 🧠
I literally suck at fucking imagines but listen, I won’t even attempt it simply because my brain can’t process the whole Y/N thing while I’m writing. So, I’m doing it in my style and I really and truly hope that it’s okay. If not, then maybe over the weekend I can attempt it as an imagine, or you can give me a name if the one I chose wasn’t good enough.
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Ivelisse Ortiz sat on the sofa, her favorite blanket wrapped around her as she stared aimlessly at the TV. Her mind a million miles away as she tried to process the news she had been given days ago. Her brother was dead and from the details she heard her boyfriend whispering about, it wasn’t a pretty or a quick way out. It was some knife or fork to the neck. She couldn’t recall, it was too much at once. She wanted it to be a nightmare. One that she could wake up from but that never happened.
Instead, she tossed all self care to the waste side and focused on getting her brother’s estate in order. His bike was now parked in her garage, his belongings boxed up, the kutte he had worn proudly, folded up and out of sight. The patches gone but it still held the weight it had before.
She was so tired of everyone and everything. It was all so fake. The condolences from the Sons. She knew it had to be a club hit, they could barely look her in the eyes when they all came to pay their respects to her. It was bullshit and her brother did not deserve to die in jail. He hadn’t even hit his prime yet.
“You hungry?” Happy looked down at the brunette before he pulled the blanket off of her and grabbed her chin roughly. “You haven’t eaten in days, you need to get something down, you’ll make yourself sick.”
Ivelisse shook her head as she turned her eyes onto her boyfriend. “I don’t give a damn Happy, I’m so damn tired and I’m so fucking upset. My brother is dead. He’s not coming back. He’s just gone. His entire life is sitting in the fucking garage! What am I supposed to do now? Huh? Just go on about life and try to reason with myself? That he knew this was a possibility? He surely didn’t know he was going to die in jail!”
He pulled the brunette to her feet and against his chest. “Death is never easy, never will be easy but you have to know he was suffering and this as fucked up as it is, put him at ease.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any fucking better.” She shook her head as she wiped her eyes on his shirt. “I fucking hate this shit Happy. I’ve never known life without my brother.”
He rubbed her back slowly and nodded. “I know but listen, I’m here for you. I got you.” He looked down at her before grabbing a hold of her hand. “Come on, you gotta take a shower or a bath or something. I’ll get you some food. I’ll sit with you while you just wash the last two weeks off of you.”
“It’ll make it all too real, I’m not ready for that yet.” She shook her head as she was led into the bathroom. “He’s gone.”
“It’s shitty,” He moved to the tub and started the water. “It’ll be a long nice bath. I’ll sit in here with you, keep you company make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” He helped her out of her clothes and tossed them towards the hamper. “I’m not going to lose you, I can’t fucking afford to lose you.” He kissed her and nodded. “We can grieve but we cannot let it fucking consume us.” He helped her into the tub. “He wouldn’t want that.”
She sighed as she relaxed in the water and looked at her boyfriend. He was right, Juice wouldn’t want them to let his death be the death of them. He’d want them to move forward but keep him in their thoughts. The happiest of his moments. Not the darkest ones, the moments that consumed the last year or so of his life. “I’m fresh out of family.”
“You got me.” He started to wash her hair. “I got you, I’m not letting you go anywhere. We’re family.”
“I love you, I hope you know.” She smiled at him. “I’m always going to love you. I’ll never forget what you’re doing for me right now.”
“It’s part of the whole relationship thing, you take care of me when I’m bad and I take care of you when you’re bad.” He kissed her and nodded. “Baby, I’m here with you every fucking step of the way. The club knows it, I got you and I’ll never stop.” He sighed. “You just gotta communicate, let me know where your head is at. Don’t close up on me, I cannot lose you. Yeah Juice was irritating sometimes but he was more like a kid brother than anyone else has ever been and I’m an only child. So yeah this hurt me too, I know death is a possibility in this life but sometimes it hits home and becomes a game of second guessing. I admire you and love you, you’re not alone in this, I promise.”
SURPRISE UPDATE!! <3 Will be uploaded to FF.Net soon!! :)
Overexposed - Ch. 22 Questions (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/swFlwffjJY Sequel to "Hands All Over". Juice and Angela finally got their happily ever away from SAMCRO, but Charming has a way of pulling people back in. (Juice/OC, Happy/OC)
All Along the Watchtower {Chapter 6: Catnip} (Juice Ortiz)
One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six
Chapter Six: Catnip
“Isn’t she a beauty?”
Juice’s newly bought Jeep sat proudly in his driveway, shiny and modern in all of it’s camouflage glory. He almost second guessed the camo pattern, but ultimately decided that the whole thing just reflected his personality too much to turn down.
It was a sunny afternoon built for cruising around the neighborhood on their bikes, but Juice was much more interested in taking his new Jeep for a joyride with the doors off. He decided he needed something to go back and forth from Nevada with that would be a bit easier on his back and could carry a bit more stuff with him. It was hard to pack all his shit in a little mesh backpack that barely had room for a toothbrush and he was sure Uncle Lenny was wary about his precious niece being on the back of his bike all the time (even though Uncle Lenny had his own hog in the backyard in pristine condition).
Juice and Opie stood around the back of the Jeep, Juice admiring the exterior while Opie stared part in shock and part in disbelief of the younger man’s purchase. Jax was around the front, checking out the engine. In truth, Opie thought it looked like something out of that Kardashian show (not that he had ever watched it, or would admit that he’d seen it) and those girls just had bad taste, in his public opinion.
“Well,” Opie’s eyebrows furrowed, not quite sure of what to say to Juice. “Sure. If that’s your kind thing, then it’s perfect.”
“You really mean that?” Juice asked, touched in his heart by Opie’s words.
“Yup. Meant every word of it.” Opie pat Juice on the back. “You did good, Juicy.”
Jax came around to meet them at the trunk of the Jeep. “Kinda looks like something you’d see Kylie Jenner driving around Calabasas.”
Juice took a step back with wide brown eyes. “You know about Kylie Jenner?”
“Yeah,” Jax shot back, defensive. “Anyone with an internet connection has heard of Kylie Jenner. She’s everywhere, you can’t really miss her. Right, Ope?”
Opie shook his head side to side and put his hands up, trying to stay out of it. “Nah, brother. Don’t know who that is.”
Opie gave Juice a knowing glance while Jax was looking the other way and Juice shot him a thumbs up behind his back. Jax was none the wiser. It was so easy to get him riled up over random shit, so Juice and Opie made a game out of it to see who could get him to lose his shit the fastest.
“You really good with all that camo, Juicy?” Jax asked, inspecting the car with a judgmental scrutiny that he could have only learned from his mother. “You’re sure you’ll be able to find it in the parking lot?”
“Jeez, you’re funny.” Juice clapped Jax on the shoulder. “Stop with the humor, funny man. There’s a stitch in my side.”
“I’m just saying, man.” Jax said. “You didn’t want black or blue or something like that?”
Jax’s nose was two centimeters away from the Jeep’s bumper and Juice entertained the thought of kicking the back of his knees in to get him to trip, but refrained from it. He didn’t answer the question (he didn’t think he needed to, it was his truck for God’s sake and he really liked it).
“I like the camo.” Juice said, shrugging. “It’s not like I can show up with a receipt and get store credit for the thing anyway.”
“Can you get me a water or something from inside?” Opie turned to Juice. “My throat’s a little scratchy.”
As Juice jogged up the driveway and into his front door, Opie grabbed Jax by the collar and shoved him forward. Opie slugged him in the kidney real quick, glancing at the door to see if Juice had come back yet. He hadn’t.
“What the hell was that for?” Jax yelled. “Kidney hits fuckin’ hurt.”
“Stop being a dickhead about the damn Jeep, Jax.” Opie grumbled. “The kid’s excited about it and my truck’s a piece of crap but I’d knock around anyone who gave me shit for it. Give Juice a break, he’s pussy-whipped and he just bought a camo Jeep. Let him live a little without makin’ him feel bad about it.”
“Fine, fine.” Jax agreed. “I’ll let up on him a little bit.”
Inside, Juice was grabbing them all a few waters when Dolly and Shiloh came rubbing against his legs. They were being suspiciously nice which, in Juice’s experience, usually meant they wanted something. The food bowl was full. So was the water dish. There had to be something else.
“You sneaky bastards want catnip, don’t you?” Juice said, scratching them both behind the ears. “Well, alright. You know I spoil you.”
They just stared at him, but the meows started going when he opened the cabinet he kept the catnip in. Sometimes, they were smarter than he gave them credit for. They were a lot like him in that way, he figured. Underestimated.
Dolly and Shiloh were practically jumping to reach his hands as he sprinkled it on the floor for them to roll around in for a good fifteen minutes. It must be nice to have such a simple life where fifteen minutes of catnip could keep them happy for the next week. That, and the fact these spoiled cats get to sleep in his comfortable king size bed gave them a pretty content life. He envied it.
“Jesus, Juicy! Get back out here!” Jax yelled through the front window. “You can jack off later after we leave!”
With a dramatic sense of gusto, Juice fled out the front door, grabbing the three water bottles from the counter on the way out. He tried not to look too flustered. Hopefully, his face didn’t look too red to his friends when he emerged from the house.
“What were you doing in there?” Opie asked, catching the water bottle Juice tossed to him.
“Shut up.” Juice mumbled. “I was feeding my cats.”
“You have cats?” Opie raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah!” Jax smiled, a malicious grin taking over his face. “You didn’t know that? He’s got two of ‘em. What are their names again?”
“Dolly and Shiloh.” Juice answered. “I’m not ashamed of my cats. Actually pretty proud of them. They’re self sufficient.”
“Dolly?” Opie asked. “As in Dolly Parton?”
“Yeah,” Juice shrunk into his boots. “Not so proud of that though. I had a weird country phase the week I got them.”
“You sure it wasn’t about the fake tits?” Jax smirked.
Juice considered this for a second. “Yeah, it might have been a little bit about the fake tits.”
Hanging around with Jax and Opie like buddies was a rare occurrence for Juice. Only a couple months ago, he had been a prospect and everyone looked down on him (quite literally since he spent most of his time cleaning out the toilets). Even now, most of the guys treated him like a prospect, and technically, he was still a new guy. Jax and Opie got down off their high horses once in a while to treat him like a brother, like an equal, and those times were like beer that Juice could guzzle down a gallon of on a hot summer Sunday. He liked having buddies. He liked having brothers.
“You wanna go for a joyride in this thing?” Juice asked, dangling the shiny new keys to his shiny new Jeep. “Might as well break it in to go grocery shopping. Super exciting stuff.”
“Take it to Nevada. Impress that pretty little thing you’ve been daydreaming about.” Opie laughed. “She better be worth all the shit you’re putting into this.”
“She is.” Juice said. “She really fucking is.”
“She better be,” Jax chimed in. “You’re worth it, Juicy. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. And if they do, punch ‘em in the nuts.”
“And if it’s a woman who tries to bring you down, just send ‘em to Gemma.” Opie hugged Juice for a moment. “She’ll take care of that issue real quick, believe me.”
“Thanks, guys.” Juice fought the emotional tears welling behind his eyes. He meant it.
Damn, it was fucking good to have brothers.
{***}
“Hey, stranger. Need a ride?”
Juice pulled up beside Lana on the sidewalk as she was walking down the street. He knew he’d have to talk to her sooner or later and it would take the pressure off of his shoulders. The idea of cutting this whole thing off was like a fat rock pressing down on his chest and it was starting to put a damper on him. Better do it now when Clay and Tig were out of sight. Tig gave him a good beating that had left him with a solid bruise under his left eye and a cut on his lip that hurt like a bitch every time he tried to eat anything hot. Buffalo chicken was out of the question until at least next week, and Juice knew he needed this pain to fuel the conversation with Lana that was about to ensue. He hoped they could still be friends.
“Juice?” Lana furrowed her brows. “Is this- did you just buy this?”
“Yeah.” he twiddled his thumbs against the steering wheel. “Get in, I need to talk to you without Tig beating my face in.”
“Are you trying to lure me into your car, Mr. Ortiz?” Lana asked. “I’ve watched To Catch a Predator. Can’t trust anyone. Chris Hansen taught me that.”
“I’m serious, Svetlana.” He was surprised he used her full name. “I don’t have time for this right now.”
It killed him to put on such a cold front, but Gemma was the wisest person he knew when it came to women, what they wanted, what they needed. He felt so lost and naive when it came to relationships and Gemma seemed so happy with Clay. He just wanted a girl who would ride on the back of his bike in thirty years and not get tired of him. He wanted what Clay and Gemma had. Might as well follow her advice seeing as he was swirling down a dark path with Lana and he needed to stop it before things got worse for him.
“Okay.” She looked hurt as she climbed into the car. “I like the camo.”
“I don’t want to lead you on anymore.” Juice said, trying his best to be blunt but gentlemanly. “I shouldn’t have kissed you and I shouldn’t have taken you home that night. You’re nineteen, you need a nice college boy who will take you to parties and make sure you get home okay. You don’t need me.”
“But I like you, Juice.” Lana said. “I mean, if you don’t want to be with me, I understand that, but if you’re gonna pull some angsty Hollywood movie bullshit about how you’re not good for me, then I’ll tuck and roll out of this Jeep right now.”
Lana’s voice had an aggression in it (she must have learned it from Gemma, it sounded very Gemma-like) but she wouldn’t look at him. Instead, her eyes were glued in her lap and her dainty fingers played with the fringe of the ripped denim shorts she wore. There was an instablility in her hands that made him shake and he prayed his hands wouldn’t shake that bad or he’d have to pull over the car (and he really needed to get to the damn grocery store before it closed, he was running out of chocolate-covered raisins).
“I’m seeing someone.” Juice said. “A girl in Nevada. I really like her and she’s been really good for me. If things keep going well, I might ask her to move in with me.”
“In Charming?” she asked quietly.
“Yes,” Juice said. “Considering that I currently live in Charming.”
“You really gotta be a smartass with me right now?” Lana snapped. “Were you seeing her before you kissed me?”
Juice froze. He didn’t think about it like that. His brain stopped working and he ran through a red light, much to the chagrin of the beeping drivers around him.
“Yeah.” he said. “Nothing official, but I was going to Nevada to see her a bunch.”
Her hands clenched into fists, leaving little red crescents in the soft flesh of her palms. She didn’t care. How could he have been so fucking selfish? It was humiliating to be played by him in front of the whole club. In front of Clay. In front of Tig. In front of Jax. They all knew about it and they would al know that she was rejected. She was just some little kid trying to put on her big girl pants and be part of the club when they all wished she would move away to paint shit and go to class.
“What the fuck, Juice?” her voice was low, but strong, on the verge of her breaking point. “How could you lead me on like that? How could you do that to me?”
“Did you really think there was ever a chance for us, Lana? I mean, it didn’t seem ridiculous for us to be together?” Juice rose his voice. “You really think we would have survived with Clay and Tig trying to beat the shit out of me for even looking at you?”
“Don’t fucking yell at me, Juan.”
“Why the hell shouldn’t I?” Juice yelled louder. “Thanks to you, I’ve got two black eyes and a split lip and Clay’s gonna bury me somewhere in the woods before I even get anywhere with the Sons! This club means everything to me and I put that in jeopardy because I knew you needed a friend.”
“So you were just my friend for five minutes because you pitied me? You kissed me and took me home with you because you pitied me?” Lana threw her hands up, incredulous. She was no longer quiet. “That’s fucked up, Juice.”
“That’s not-”
“You think I’m just some pathetic little kid who can’t handle her own. Who’s stupid and helpless and needs someone to hold her fucking hand while she cries.” Lana fumed. “I don’t need your pity.”
“Yeah? You don’t need my pity?” Juice said, looking over at her. “Then stop fucking going around feeling sorry for yourself like a damn puppy with her tail between her legs and then you won’t look so damn pathetic-”
Juice’s words were cut off by Lana reaching for the steering wheel and jerking it to the right, forcing the car to swerve to the side of the road. His stomach lurched and sank like a rock as they went flying. He couldn’t breath. His lungs were dead. (If there’s a fucking scratch on my new car, she’s fucking dead.)
Juice’s arm jutted out to his right and slammed Lana’s back against the passenger seat to prevent her from flying through the windshield. Gunshots rang out on all sides, bullets embedding themselves into the interior. He can see the silver rip the leather all around him in slow motion. His heart doesn’t speed up as he goes delves into his instinct, grabbing Lana by the neck and shoving her down.
“Don’t get up!” he screamed and floored the gas, speeding away from whoever was shooting at them.
In the chaos, Juice didn’t pick up much of whatever was going on outside; he was too focused on making sure neither him nor Lana bit the dust in his brand fucking new Jeep (he couldn’t return it with bullets lodged in the sides. Damn.) However, he did see that shiny motorcycles surrounded him on all sides, and that’s where the bullets must have been coming from. Some guy was on the ground, sprawled out and covered in blood, next to his bike closest to the side of the road. The bike was smashed and so was the guy’s skull; brain matter covered the ground in a death sentence Juice would have nightmares about for weeks. These must be the Roman Skulls MC Clay was worried about.
They must be new. A daylight drive-by reeked of amateurs trying to nudge their way into outlaw territory.
Shots still fired as he burned rubber to get the hell out of there. His tires marked the ground and the car groaned under the pressure of the accelerator. What a big hunk of metal.
The shots slowed the farther he got, but a bullet caught him in the arm at the last second, right above his elbow. Juice screamed in agony, but focused on the road before him and put the pedal to the floor, hightailing it to the SAMCRO clubhouse. Blood poured out of his arm and Lana tried to get up to fix the wound.
“Stay down!” he barked. “Don’t get out of the car until Clay or someone comes and gets you!”
Juice tore his neck around to see if they followed. They didn’t. Maybe these guys weren’t complete numbskulls. If they had any sense, they’d be hightailing back to wherever the hell they came from.
{***}
Chibs and Bobby were in the office talking to Gemma when an obnoxious camouflage Jeep shredded the concrete in the parking lot. Chibs immediately stormed out of there, ready to put the idiot in his place when he saw Juice in the front seat of the car. Next, he noticed the bullet holes in the side of the car.
Juice grabbed a sweatshirt from the backseat and used it to quell the bleeding of his arm until Chibs could stitch him up in their makeshift hospital. It stung, but it looked like a through-and-through: two clean bullet holes with no slug lodged inside him. Count him lucky, but it still hurt like a bitch.
“Don’t get out until someone gets you. I don’t think they followed us, but you’re not getting a bullet in your head on my watch.” Juice ordered.
Juice climbed out of the car, holding his arm tight. Chibs rushed over, holding the half-assed tourniquet and leading him inside to where he could assess the damage. It didn’t look like Juice was gonna bleed out, but he was getting woozy from blood loss. There was just so much fucking blood.
He never did well with blood. When he was ten years old, he tripped and fell off of his skateboard, smashing his face into the side of a telephone pole. Seeing the blood on his hands, Juice had passed out and his sister found him a few minutes later. Things had gotten better, but Juice still hadn’t shaken the queasy feeling he always felt at the sight of blood. He was a Son now; he’d have to toughen up.
“Lana’s in the passenger seat. Not hit. Someone go get her.” Juice struggled out between labored breaths. “She’s fine.”
“BOBBY!” Chibs yelled. “GET LANA IN THE FRONT SEAT!”
Juice leaned against Chibs heavily, feeling his head grow lighter than a balloon. At any moment, he could float away through the clouds, away from Charming, and away from the Sons. He pictured flying all the way to Nevada down in Priscilla’s backyard so he could catch a last glimpse of her before he came crashing down, probably getting caught in a tree or something dumb like that.
Overexposed - Ch. 20 Stable (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ZlTC6pXB1T Sequel to "Hands All Over". Juice and Angela finally got their happily ever away from SAMCRO, but Charming has a way of pulling people back in. (Juice/OC, Happy/OC)
Just in case for those in the back of this fandom and can’t hear. I will just scream again. One of SOA’s oldest BY-Laws has been overturned. T.O is a member of SOA. *Grins to self thinking of my first SOA story called New By Laws* Hmmm how many stories have come out since the finale? How many will come out to this or an AU story where Jax and T.O are at the table together as official brothers. Hmmm maybe Jax can meet T.O.s sister or cousin. The anticipated stories are endless. I’m going to sit back and wait to see. This will be so fun to sit back and watch my point proven. @mimigemrose @dauntlessmetalmom @virgosapphire79
I miss your updates to overexposed and it wont be soon before long :( no pushing but it's helped me a lot
Aww, thank you Anon! I’m so glad my stories have helped you through whatever it is you’re going through! <3 I hope things are better and you’re doing well!!
I just posted an update to Overexposed, actually! You can find it on Wattpad here (x) or Fanfiction.net here (x).
I am so sorry it took me so long!! Life has been crazy busy lately, but I haven’t forgotten about this story and I absolutely love writing it! :)
