#juan ortiz fanfic
Juice Ortiz Imagine
Waking up the morning, you rushed to get out the house as soon as possible before he would wake up. You felt like work was your escape. You just really hoped he wouldn’t be at your house once you got back home. You didn’t want to talk about last night. But guess Juice got the message, he didn’t come back. That was it.
You packed up all the things he had at your house, all the pictures you had with him, all the memories form the last 5 years. You couldn’t even find the guts to text him, you just dropped off the box at the clubhouse with Chucky.
Juice came back from a run beaten and bruised. Not one word from you all week. He never been in a serious relationship with anyone before you. Was this it for you guys? He wasn’t sure if it was a break up or not. Maybe another fight. He just wasn’t sure what he should do or allowed to do at this point.
Once he was back in his dorm he found a large box. It was filled with everything. All his clothes from your house. All the presents he’s ever gotten you. Even all the photos. That’s all it took to piss him off before he found himself storming to your front door.
“What?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest looking at Juice. You really weren’t expecting him to show up at your house. You haven’t heard from him since that night, now why would he need to say anything.
“What the fuck is up with the box?” Juice asked as you see the anger in his brown eyes.
“Your things. You told me to go find someone else life to make miserable. Sorry for bothering for the past 5 years.” You sassed knowing it was only going to make this situation a lot worse. Neither of you whiling to be the bigger person.
“Just because I don’t want to get fucken married?” He argued back.
“No it’s about you stringing me along for 5 years. You knew what I wanted and you just played me! Like what else we’re stuck. How is this relationship suppose to move forward when you aren’t making any steps to make a life with me!” You yelled back at him. You never ever fought like this before.
“ I didn’t-” Juice started to say but he really didn’t know what to say anymore.
“Bye Juice.” You mumbled rolling your eyes and closing the door in his face. Was this really it for you two? Did you really want to end it, 5 years for nothing.
It was hard without Juice. It was hard to figure out a routine on your own. Most of your time you spent working, or at the gym. Nothing from Juice. A week turned into a month, a month turned into a few months. Now everything felt numb almost like Juice never was in your life in the first place.
And you actually met someone. You weren’t out looking for someone, going on a date seemed far form reach. You told him all the shit but it seemed like you both where in the same boat of a failed relationship. and it was going good, he seemed more serious about you.
You where completely surprised when at dinner for he proposed. You thought about this moment with Juice, how it never happened. How numb you ended up being towards the idea it’d never happen.
The ring was huge, it was beautiful. He even was looking for a house to buy to get settled before getting married. All he wanted was for you to focus on choosing a date and planning a wedding. And that was the hardest part for you.
Everything you tried to plan you’d end up thinking about Juice. You always thought it’d be him. You couldn’t keep living in a fantasy about him. That’s how you found yourself at home, magazines spread across the floor. You ripped some picture out for ideas. Other your printed out hoping to find something similar. You where even sure what you liked anymore.
The door bell rang knocking you out of all your thoughts. You weren’t expecting your fiance back for another few days from his business trip. You opened the door only to have your heart stop.
“What are you doing here Juice?” You asked looking at the man who became a stranger. He looked just the same as that night. Nothing really changed about him these past months. He still had his silly mohawk, still has the Kutte.
“I- uh How are you?” He asked his brown eyes scanning me. As if they where searching for something, almost pleading.
“I’m okay. You?” You asked crossing your arms. This shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like a tone of bricks on your chest. You shouldn’t have your heart beating so hard at just the sight of him.
“Looks like your more then just fine Y/N.” Juice said his eyes locked on the diamond ring on your finger.
“Yeah I am.” You said not sure what to say. You weren’t even sure why this felt so wrong.
“It’s only been 7 months.” Juice said with a sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was even here anymore. He came to check on you, see how everything was. He was miserable without you. He never thought he’d show up and your happy, you’ve moved on from him so fast. Did you ever love him?
“What are you doing here?” You asked him. You felt like you where going to burst into tears but you weren’t sure form what.
“How’d you move on so fast?” He asked not being able to control his own emotions at this point.
“I di- I wasn’t planing to. It just happened with him.” You whispered not sure how to explain it. Maybe you haven’t moved on from Juice, the emotions, the strong feels you had for him couldn’t just go away. But you got better at pushing them to the side. You and Juice had so much history it was hard to just move on.
“Do you love him?” Juice asked, he knew he didn’t really want to know the answer to that.
“He makes me happy.” Was all that you could say. You couldn’t admit you loved another man to the man you’ve loved desperately for years.
“Why are you going to marry him if you don’t love him?” He asked his voice slightly raising. There was a fire behind his warm brown eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time.
“It’s not about that. We’re both on the same page, we want the same things. He makes me feel safe and loved.” You said trying to explain it.
“That’s it?” Juice asked was plea and desperation in his voice. You have never heard him so broken before.
“That’s it.” You said as he shook his head mumbling things under his breath. And just like that he was gone. All you could hear was the harley roaring down the street. part of you begged for him to stay but another part of you knew he couldn’t.
Juice Ortiz Imagine
Being with Juice was always a roller coaster, since the first day you met him. You should’ve seen the red flags before you spiraled into a relationship with the biker. So young and so stupid. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice.
It’s been 5 long years. You loved him more then anything but you felt like your relationship was stuck. Maybe you both got to comfortable with how everything is and now it’s just stuck.
Juice wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws but so did you. He never had a steady income, well the weed dispensary was kind of steady if he wasn’t spending all his money there. Juice always put the club first no matter what, at first you loved his loyalty to his brothers but now you almost seemed to resent that you’d never come first.
The longer time past the more it all started to bother you. You thought he’d change, you thought things would change and that both of you could have a real future together. Or at least be living together instead of him crashing at your place ever now and then.
Back before you met him you had a plan. You where going to finish college, get a head start in your career. Then find someone who’d you want to marry and start a life with, a family. But then Juice got thrown in your path.
You did finish school, and got a decent job. Now all you did was wait for Juice but didn’t seem like he was one the same page as you where. Anytime you tried to bring it up he’d make excuses.
Today was like any other day. You haven’t heard much from him, haven’t seen him all week since he was busy with club shit. He promised you that he’d be over, you should’ve know he wasn’t going to be here to actual have time to go on a date. He’d probably show up in the middle of the night.
You gave up hope around 1 am before deciding to go to bed. It was probably closer to 4 am when you heard Juice harley pull up. He had a key, he made his way in. He made his way into your bedroom, stripping to his boxers before dropping in the bed next to you. His large arms went around you pulling your body to his. You wanted to enjoy this but it wasn’t the same anymore.
“Where have you been?” You asked sighing as you felt him place a few kisses across my shoulder.
“At the clubhouse.” Juice mumbled into you shoulder. You could smell the whiskey and beer off his breath.
“What where you doing out there till 4am?” You asked turning around in his arms to face him.
“God Y/N I don’t need you nagging at me right now. I’m pissed drunk and tried.” Juice groaned back. He hated that you always had to say something.
“Juice I’m fucken tried of you showing up at all hours of the night drunk.” You said looking at him. You knew the fights was going to happen, it was the same fight always.
“I’m not doing anythin’. God you don’t trust me at all.” He mumbled laying on his back so he wasn’t facing you anymore.
“That’s not the point. Is this ever going to change? Is it ever going to be any different?” You asked him frowning. It wasn’t like you wanted to have this fight with him either at 4am.
“Like what?” he asked running his hands across his face.
“I don’t know when are you going to grow up? Don’t you want to get married , have a family? or at the least live together?” You asked finally letting all out on him. He knew you wanted all that, you’ve been told him what you wanted. He just always had some excuse.
“Y/N I’m still figure things out godamn.” He mumbled not being able to look at you.
“for how long? Another 5 years?” maybe 10 years?” You asked frustrated. You loved him more then anything.
“I don’t know! go find someone else’s life to make miserable then.” Juice mumbled before turning over away from you.
“If you don’t know now, then you’ll never fucken know.” You mumbled turning away from him. You couldn’t say another word to him. You cried in silence as he snored next to you in bed.
You never imagine this is how it would end. You never thought you’d ever end. Starting over with someone else felt like a foreign concept. You never thought you where making him miserable. Why was it so hard to separate love and being logical.
Juice Ortiz Imagine
some smut
JUICE POV
The fight with the league felt more like a waste of time then to actually settle anything. None of use really got anything then a few cuts, bruises and busted knuckles. If only Hale minded his businesses we could’ve settled this and the lockdown would be over.
At this point all I wanted to do was get back to my dorm and shower. I felt all the noise in my head going crazy and I just needed piece and quiet for a second. Thought with the lockdown that’t not really going to happen.
Getting back to the clubhouse felt lack luster. It was like everyone there was expecting something big, something to let them go home. The clubhouse always had someone in and out but this was packed to another level.
I hurried to my dorm making my way past everyone as fast as I could. I walked in freezing, something felt off. I slowly peeled off the dirty dark hoodie and pants from my body throwing them in my hamper.
“Get out!” I heard a loud scream before a body of lotion came hitting my chest.
“Y/N what the fuck you doin in my room?” I asked smirking looking at the petite women with the towel wrapped in a small towel. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes travel over her body that was still wet after the shower. I noticed her eyes doing the same to me.
“It was the only clean room I can find.” Y/n said holding on to her towel like dear life.
“Well you more then welcome to bunk with me.” I said teasing her loving how her face turned red. Normally I was clumsy, I couldn’t flirt for shit, I would stutter but with Y/N it all came out smooth.
“no way.” She huffed out putting up her stubborn front like always.
‘Well you don’t have many options unless your gonna stay with everyone else out there?” I said slowly stepping closer to her.
“Or you can go stay out there somewhere.” She said watching me very careful as a stalked closer to her.
“And pass this opportunity up? never.” I said smirking down at her. I was taller, looking down at her large doe eyes.
“God you’re so irritating Juan Carlos.” She huffed out but didn’t move away from me.
“I love it when you call me that.” I said smirking down at her. I couldn’t help myself around her.
“By what? Your name?” She said squinting her eyes glaring me just a little only making it that much harder to hold myself back. But why the fuck am I holding myself back. Worst case she’ll slap me.
“Shut up.” I said before grabbing her cheeks in my hands and pressing my lips down against hers hard. Y/N gasped but her lips responded naturally against my own. Her small hands gipped my at my arms trying to pull me down towards her.
One hands traveled to the back of her neck gripping her hair as I deepened the kiss and the other traveled down her backside. Her hands travled her nails scratching at my chest. Guess Y/N was just as desperate as I was.
“Shit” She mumbled as I felt the towel slip to the floor as her body was pressed against mine. I pulled away looking down at her perfectly sculpted curves.
“God Y/N better then it could ever imagine.” I mumbled before leaning back down and capturing her lips.
“Juice.” She mumbled into the kiss, her teeth grazing my lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My arm slipped down under her ass picking her up. She quickly wrapped her legs around me as I walked across the room.
I threw he down on my bed standing in between her legs. Her face was pink as she watched me. I smirked before letting myself down licking up all her wetness. My hands gripped her thighs holding her in place. I knew exactly what I was doing to her as I felt her shake under me.
“Juice.” Y/N groaned out as her tights grasped around me. I smirked before moving up placing scattered kisses across her soft skin. Never ever felt skin so soft before.
“I’m not done with you yet. “ I whispered before kissing her again.
“Me neither” She mumbled back as her hands pulled at the waist band of my boxers. I could feel her warm hands clasp around me. I quickly grabbed her wrist before flipping her over, her ass looking more inviting then ever before.
“Tell me you want this.” I mumbled as I lined myself up.
“Juan Carlos put it in.” She said sending me that glare. That’s all I needed before slipping in.
“Shit Y/N” I groaned as I pounded into her. The room filled with the sound of my hips meeting her ass that bounced back with ease.
“Don’t stop.” She mumbled into the pillow, her face down, ass up. This didn’t even feel real anymore. There was so many times I imagined her in this position in the office.
“Fuck.” I groaned one last time before pulling out letting my load over her ass.
“Not bad Juan Carlos.” Y/N said smirking up as me as she got out the bed walking back to my bathroom to clean up. What the fuck did I get myself into now?
Juice Ortiz Imagine
The whole shop felt out of sorts, the Club had to many issues with Zobelle and the league. I could tell how on edge everyone was, almost like walking around on eggshell.
With all the issues the guys haven’t really had time fo gun runs or jobs. Which only made My job easier, no writing off loads of money from no where. It was like I actually was a real account.
I walked through the almost empty club house, it was too early for anyone to be up. The shop didn’t open for another hour either. I slipped through the shop going into my office.
“Your here early.” A voice called out making me groan.
“And I thought I’d be able to get some work done with peace and quiet.” I sassed back turning around to see Juice.
“What are you doing here so early?” I asked him as I looked at him. It was weird to see him without his uniform or kutte. He was in some black basketball shirts and a wife beater tank top that hugged on to his very well sculpted torso.
“Well if your done checking me out, I was up for my morning run.” He said giving me that smirk I hated.
“I’m not, get out my office.” I said before going back to the computer. He just laughed as he made his way out. Why was he always so irritating.
“Fuck.” I groaned through trying to click anything on the screen that froze. Not even control alt delete was working. I wasn’t the worst with technology but with these old computers.
“Clay I need a new computer I can’t get work done, it just freezes any program I run.” I said complaining over the phone.
“I’ll send Juicy over to look at it.” Clay said making me groan.
“no that’s not the problem.” I groaned hanging up the phone. And just on command there was a knock on my door. Juice made his way in sitting in the empty chair.
“Get out Juice.” I said not wanting to deal with him right now. I had so much work to do but the old ass computer did nothing but slow me down.
“thought you needed my help?” He said with his cocky smile as his brown eyes where locked on mine.
“Nothing gonna help this old computer.” I said rolling my eyes.
“You want me to take a look at it?” Juice asked still watching me. I was doing my best trying not to look down at his large arms that where folded over his chest.
“What do you want me to beg?” I asked crossing my arms copying him.
“Well Y/N don’t talk dirty to me now.” Juice joked as he got up walking around the desk standing behind me. He didn’t even give me a chance to move before he leaned over looking at the frozen screen.
“Now why do you have 20 different excel programs running at the same time?” Juice asked his breath hitting my cheek. He was way too close, not caring about personal space.
“Maybe if this thing wasn’t a million years old I could.” I mumbled watching him work. Why was it turning me on as he easily ran a few codes. I couldn’t help myself but watch him as he leaned over me.
“There, everything is updated. Guess you owe me one.” Juice said smirking down at me.
“Get back to work Juice.” I said pushing his arm off my chair.
“I’ll take a nice diner at a steak house as payment.” He said giving me one last smirk before leaving my office. The rest of the day kind of went by without any other appearances form Juice, or any of the sons. Just as I was packing up your things Jax came in my office closing the door.
“What going on jax?” I asked seeing a slight panic in his features.
“We’re locking down. Your going to have to stay at the club house.” Jax said giving you a stern look.
“I’m going home, I’m tried. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be fine. I just work here.” I said making my way past him.
“Y/N, your a friend. We need to keep you safe.” Jax said as he held on to my forearm not letting me go.
“I’m not staying here.” I said but Jax just rolled his eyes.
“Yes you are, I’ll send someone with you to get get your things.” Jax said nodding to Juice.
“Just great.” I mumbled walking to my car as Juice ran after me.
“I’ll follow you on my bike.” Juice said giving me a look. I didn’t say anything but got in my car and made my way back home.
“How long do you think the lock down gonna be?” I asked as I walked in my house.
“Not sure, maybe a couple days.” Juice said following me in. He was looking around the small house, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him being in here. I could feel Juice’s eyes on me the whole time while I packed my clothes.
“Just pack a backpack, we’re taking my bike back.” Juice said as he leaned against the door way of my bedroom. This felt too personal to have him here at my house.
“Let’s go then.” I stated following him back outside making sure all my doors where locked up.
“Here.” Juice said handing me the helmet. I slowly put it on getting on the bike behind him.
“Better hold you.” Juice said smirking. I huffed wrapping my arms around his torso loosely.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked climbing off the bike once we got back to the clubhouse. There where so many people here, did they really except me to stay here.
“You can have your pick any of the dorms, we wont mind.” Jax said hoping to calm me down just a little.
“Or I could sleep in my office probably cleaner then any of your dorms.” I huffed walking past him. I walked through the hall way looking in a few of the dorms. I wasn’t too sure who’s was who’s. Not like I was up here ever. Finally I stumbled into a dorm that was extremely clean. Maybe no one the guys lived in this one. There where a few computers set up, not a sept of dusk. the bed was made perfectly and there was no clothes laying around on the floor.
Juice Ortiz Imagine
Working for a outlaw biker gang wasn’t really my plan. Not that I really had a plan as of now. I went to school and finished a bachelors in accounting. And honestly in the middle of damn no where California there wasn’t much options for a career.
Everyone knew who the Sons of Anarchy where. Someone to blind to see if more then just a auto shop or bike club. Some not enough to care that it’s more then a gang. And Others paid to not see it as anything else.
I was a friend of SAMCRO. Or more of I was on their payroll. For the last year I’ve been at the Teller Morrow Auto shop cleaning their books. Or making sure that the IRS or any government agent weren’t ever gonna tell it was more then just a auto shop.
I never knew all the details that the club was getting into but I didn’t know the millions in cash I had to right write off and make legit.
“Good morning sunshine.” Clay said as he walked into my office. It was his idea to hire me and his idea to get me my own office here. He was friends with my dad before he split. No one really knows where he is now.
“Clay you need at least 12 cars in repair this week to get the books balanced.” I told him crossing my arms. They’ve been doing too many other job and I had no where to filter the money through.
“Don’t worry, the guys are on it.” He said as he placed an ice coffee on my desk. I smirked taking the peace offering knowing there’s still something else he was holding back.
“There’s another job the lads are doing tonight. The pay out is 500,000 each.” He said and I groaned.
“I can’t cycle that cash! That’s way too much for an auto shop.” I groaned banging my head against the desk.
“Your the best that’s why I have you.” He said before making his way out the office. No mechanic makes doesn’t even make that much in a year. God the IRS is going to take away my CPA.
“Here’s the sales tickets from yesterday.” A certain Puerto Rican said as he barged into my office.
“From yesterday?! Really Juice why are you the only one that’s always late?” I asked talking the crumbled papers from him.
“Yeah yeah don’t start with me, I’ve had a long night.” He said as he sunk into the chair in front of my desk. This is what we did. We bickered and argued and yet in a weird way craved each other’s attentions. It was like we couldn’t stop bothering each other.
“Something you need? Or you in here hiding in here to slack?” I asked him crossing my arms.
“You can ever just relax?” He asked smirking. His brown eyes had this certain twinkle in them.
“Not my job not to relax.” I rolled my eyes going back to my paperwork. I could feel his eyes on me for a few moments before he got up and left my office.
Juice POV
(Y/n) always seemed out of it. Well more then the rest of us. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her attention. It’s been a whole year since she’s been here. She kind of stayed out of club business just running the show backstage. Well more like running the money.
I don’t think anyone understood how much she did. She was the smartest person here probably. I may have had some stupid crush on her and still do. Not there was a real chance of anything between us.
“Who the hell took my yogurt!” A loud yelled rang through the shop. I knew exactly who it was, and damn Y/N had the most annoying scream.
“Your in deep shit.” Half sacked said eyeing the coconut yogurt I just finished.
“Juan Carlos!” Y/N said in a stern voice as she walked right up to my bay. God she was so cute even with her face all red.
“That was my lunch.” She whined crossing here arms over her chest. If looks could kill I’d already drop dead.
“You know coconut my favorite.” I said giving her a grin.
“You asshole you knew it was mine, why’d you take it.” Y/N groaned smacking my chest.
“I was hungry, I didn’t know it was yours.” I said smirking down at her, she was fuming. I think I could see smoke blowing out her ears.
“Who the hell else is eating coconut yogurt here? Happy? I don’t think so” Y/N sassed only making me laugh more.
“This isn’t funny.” She whined her eyebrows frowned and her bottom lips pouting out just a little bit.
“Your cute, now get these parts ordered.” I said patting her head handing over a purchase order form that I just filled out.
“I can’t stand you Ortiz.” She grumbled snatching the papers out my hand before stomping off back to her office.
“Grow up Juicy, that is not how you flirt with a women.” Tig chimed in only making me roll my eyes before throwing a oiled up rag at him.
Y/N POV
The rest of the day seemed to drag on as I worked through the file of paper work. Just as I thought I was ready to clock out I heard my office door open and a certain tattooed biker grinning down at me. He didn’t have his TM mechanic uniform on anymore, just a simple black t shirt and his cargo pants. Why’d he have to look so good in just a t shirt.
“What do you want now?” I asked as Juice slipped into my office, his arms behind his back.
“I have my work orders for today.” He said bringing out the papers and placing them on my desk.
“Oh wow on time?” I asked surprised as I got up gathering my things from behind the desk.
“I’ll see you tmr boss.” Juice yelled out before hurrying out of my office. I turned around seeing he was already gone and a smoothie on my desk. I slowly picked it up confused, was he trying off me? There was a small yellow sticky note on the side
SORRY! LOVE JUICE
That man had some nerve.
Juice Ortiz Imagine
The hospital was abnormally busy, even for Charming. You weren’t anyone important, just ICU nurse. You always wanted to help people and Charming had a charm for violence as it seemed like it.
You didn’t even know how but you lost track of time. You had a 13 hours shift, you would work rotating shifts so you’d only have to work about 3 days a week.
“Shit.” You groaned when you noticed a few missed calls from Ashley the babysitter. There was no way you could leave right now, it almost felt like the hospital was over run.
“Code blue- Male 40 gun shot wound.” Your pager went off in your pocket. Just when you thought you could finally get out of here. You quickly rushed over to the stretcher taking over chest compressions from the EMT. Just another day.
You where finishing up your rounds, ready to go home. You check one the gun shot patient who was in recovery from surgery. The vitals where normals as you wrote them down in the chart.
Juice walked in through St Thomas, he was on watch over Tig. He froze right before he could walk into the room. He immediately knew it was you even from your backside. This was the last place he thought he’d see you. The past couple years and he’s never run into you here when he and club the club where always in and out of st thomas.
You stood there in dark blue scrubs and your hair slipped back with a claw. He leaned over the door watching you as bite your lip as scribbled in the chart. As if you sense someone, you turned, your eyes locked on his.
You felt like a fish out of water not sure what to say. Was he really here, right now. It was odd to see him, he reminded you of your son. Every time you looked at him you saw more features that your son has.
“Hi I’m Y/N, I’m the nurse on duty for Mr. Trager surgery. Vitals are good, he should be waking up in a few hours.” You said hoping to get out of this room. Juice just leaned against the door frame making sure there was no way you could squeeze past him and run away again. You tried desperately not to check him out as he crossed his large arms over his chest. His eyes never leaving you, not even for a second.
“Well Y/N, you seem very familiar.” Juice said trying to get straight to the point. He wasn’t going to let up one you. It was faith throwing you in his face and he couldn’t let you run again. Even if he sounded crazy.
“Must have one of those faces.” You said giving him a smile. You heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you swore he could probably hear it.
“No, I think we’ve met before.” He said and he wasn’t implying about when he saw you on main street out side the dispensary. He wasn’t sure if you really didn’t know who he was or if you where playing dumb.
“I’m not to sure, did you go to University of San Francisco?” You asked trying to avoid bringing up anything at this point. He couldn’t possible remember you from a drunken hook up.
“No, I think it was a little more intimate then that.” Juice said raising his eyebrow at you. He was tried, really tried. It was a long day and his patients was growing very thin.
“I- uh i have other rounds to make.” You said as you tried to slip past him. It was a dumb idea as his much larger frame blocked you from gettin gout the door. You weren’t prepaid to be this close to him. You where surprised at how your body reacted to his. Like you wouldn’t mind ending up naked on the pool table with him again. Why the hell where you feeling like this.
“Y/N-” Juice started but you roughly pushed past him through the door way. He felt like his body was on fire as yours roughly moved against his. It was out of instinct as his hand reached out for yours stopping you in your tracks. His hands felt so warm in yours.
“I need to go, sorry.” You said not even giving him another glance before making your way down the hall. Juice let you go, he knew your name, and now at least he knows where your work. He could tell there was something off, that you where hiding something. It all confirmed that it was you that night with him on the pool table. Now the bigger issue is the little toddler that was with you. Juice wasn’t sure if he was crazy for thinking he could be the father. But something was just not sitting right with him about all this.
