Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: While helping you wrap your Christmas gifts, your boyfriend Juice Ortiz surprises you with a special present of his own to show you his gratitude for everything you’ve done for him.

A/N: This is the Sixth Day of 12 Days of Christmas

Prompt →  Wrapping Presents

"God, how many presents did you buy?" Juice exclaimed as soon as he stepped into the living room of the house you both shared.

He had been busy with the club lately and therefore you had been in charge of the Christmas shopping for this year. Now that you had piled all the gifts all up to wrap them, he could see the full extent of your shopping spree.

"Just enough," You simply responded as you sat on the wooden floor in front of your TV, with packages spread all around you, "SAMCRO's a big family, I couldn't help it."

"I guess you're right about that," Juice agreed with you, thinking about the chosen family you had found your way into as a couple. Since he had met you, the club felt more like home than ever.

"Are you just gonna stand there or will you help me with this?" You teased your boyfriend, gesturing to the wrapping paper next to you.

"Help you, of course, baby," Juice gave you a wide smile, happy about finally getting some quality time with you for the first time in days. He would do anything with you right now, it didn't matter at all whether it was something as mundane as gift wrapping.

He carefully stepped over the piles around the room and sat down next to you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he got into position.

"Let's just start with the big ones and then we'll go over to the smaller ones," You instructed, grabbing the pair of scissors you had brought with you.

"Yes, ma'am," Juice sarcastically saluted you, the look in his still gentle even as he teased you.

[x] § Tig Trager Imagine §

Requested by @joegibson0, hope you like it, I’m sorry if it isn’t in character, I’m a little rusty.

“I heard from Clay you want to prospect,” he leaned against the counter, smirking widely. 

“Yeah, I’m not sure, I was just asking how that would happen.” you nodded, inspecting the computer Juice had brought.

“What’s stopping you? You’d get to see me everyday?” It sounded like he was joking but Tig was being completely sincere -- not that he would ever admit it any time soon.

“It kinda sounds like you want me there Trager,” a small chuckle escaped you teasingly.

“Kinda,” he spluttered, watching you with honest eyes.

“What?” your eyes went wide in surprise.

“....Just come prospect.” he paced out of the shop.

“Wait the computer....”

I could not for the life of me think of something to name this one. 😂

Request: Imagine Happy going to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady.  & Request: Happy imagine where he won't admit that he has feelings for you til he  has to rush you to lockdown where he confesses.

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“I can't just leave, Hap. This is my job.” “I aint giving you an option.” “And since when do I take orders from you?” You leant against the wall and scanned the dimly lit room and the girls swinging around poles. “Since you started fucking me. Im serious, (y/n). You need to come to the clubhouse, now.” You rolled your eyes. “Im at work, Hap. I don't finish til nine.” “Your only a bartender at a goddamned strip club. Now do as your told and-“ “Fuck you!” And then the line went dead. He clenched the phone tightly in his hand. “Fuck!” Happy threw the burner at the wall and watched the cell phone break apart before hitting the floor. He clenched his jaw. Why were you always so goddamned difficult? Happy stood and marched out of his dorm room. The clubhouse was already beginning to fill up which only agitated him more. “Hey Hap can you give my mom a hand bringing in the rest of the boxes?” Happy stopped in his path and look at Jax, fighting an internal struggle before finally nodding and storming towards the door. He wanted desperately to go and drag your stubborn ass back here but he knew he had responsibilities and he could at least help Gemma out first. Jax watched him march across the room and turned to his brothers. “Whats his problem?” Juice raised his eyebrows. “How much time you got?”

“Where you want them ma?” “Just sit them in the kitchen.” Happy nodded and carried in the last boxes of groceries. Gemma followed him, carrying a paper bag of vegetables with her. “She coming in?” Happy glanced at the Queen as he lifted the boxes onto the counter and shook his head. “Nah, Imma go get her.” “Bet she’ll love that.” Gemma smirked. “Its for her own good.” Happy said and turned towards the door. Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him and he turned back to look at her. “Lockdown aint easy for outsiders. You gotta make her know how serious this shit is.” “Shes not an outsider.” Happy answered. “Does she know that?” She could tell by the way Happy looked away that they still hadn't discussed the status of their relationship and she sighed before stepping in front of him. She grabbed his shoulders, making him look at her. “Look, sweetheart. (Y/n)s a good girl. She's a good fit for you. You gotta lock that shit down before somebody else does.” Happy nodded. “Thanks ma.” “Your welcome baby.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go get her. Gates closing soon.”

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“What can I get you?” He eyed you up and down, a sleazy smile on his face. “How bout a piece of that ass, huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and plastered the sweetest smile you could manage on your face. “Oh honey, no amount of cash is gonna make that happen. So what’ll it be?” “Just a beer.” You nodded and turned to the fridge when you heard the security guard arguing and you glanced up to see Happy pushing his way into the club. You took a deep breath and gave the man his beer before stepping out from behind the bar. “Its okay, T. He's with me.” You told the security guard. Happy shoved away from him and walked towards you. You put your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows. “What the fuck are you doing here Hap!?” “You need to come with me.” “Jesus christ.” You turned away from him and headed back to the bar, Happy hot on your heels. “I told you on the phone, I'm working.” “(Y/n), please.” He grabbed your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him. “The club is dealing with some shit. Our enemies are coming for us. I need to keep you safe.” His voice was sincere, and he seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. You sighed and scanned the club. Tuesdays were generally pretty quiet, and there was another bartender on. “Gimme twenty minutes.” The ghost of a smile played on his lips and he nodded. “Ill be out the front. I’ll ride with you.”

~

You closed the car door and looked around the lot. The place was packed, cars everywhere, around a dozen more bikes than what was normally here. And people gathered around the clubhouse. happy was parking his bike and you walked towards him. “Whys there so many people?” Happy looked at you, a look of disbelief on his face. “What?” “Did you even listen to what I said on the phone? Clubs on lockdown. We need to keep everyone safe.” You shugged. “I thought you were just being over dramatic.” Happy shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes. You both walked towards the clubhouse. “Can you blame me? You don't even let me drive home alone.” “Im trying to protect you, (y/n).” “I can protect myself, Hap.” Happy sighed. It was gonna be a long night.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body and began to dry yourself off. Despite what you initially thought, the night had actually been kinda enjoyable. You'd been to dozens of parties at the clubhouse. You were best friends with a crow eater and that was how you'd ended up meeting Happy. But tonight had had more of a family vibe and for the first time since meeting the Sons you could actually imagine this being your life. The sense of home this place had, the sense of family was something you had never experienced before and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you want it. All the guys had tried it on with you, that first night. They all assumed since your friend was a crow eater that you'd be easy too, but that was far from the case. You loved the chase and you liked to make men work to get what was between your legs. Until you'd met Happy. There was just something about him that had driven you crazy. He was so mysterious, so dangerous and handsome. He had an energy about him that you were drawn to and you'd found yourself breaking rules for him.. That didn't mean you'd given in to  him; he'd still had to work for it, just not as hard as the previous men in your life.He was suspicious of you, as were all they guys. You hung out with crow eaters, and they all had doubts about your intentions. Like maybe you were just trying to get a guy with a kutte, like all your friends were It wasn't purely sexual, as much as you hated to admit it. You were never one to crave relationships but you knew your feelings for Happy Lowman were the kinda thing people wrote songs about. But god when he clenched his jaw it drove you wild, and you knew you'd never really be able to say no to him. You would  never admit it, but he had total control over you. You were undeniably in love with Happy. He had rushed you here so fast you hadn't bother to think of clothes and he hd offered you an old shirt of his to wear to bed. You reached for it and pulled it over your head. It was big and baggy and it hung loosely over you, sitting on your upper thighs. Slightly faded letters spelt SAMCRO across the front and you smiled as you breathed in the scent of him. You stepped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection. Maybe one day you really would fit into his world, and maybe one day he would fall in love with you. Maybe one day he could actually call you his girlfriend or, even his old lady. One day, maybe. But for now; while you stood naked in the bathroom of his dorm room, the scent of him filling your lungs; you could pretend.

“What are you looking at, little girl?” You smirked and stayed leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Happy sat in bed, shirtless with the sheets draped loosely over him as he leant against the headboard, a joint between his fingers. “Just admiring the view.” Happy snorted and took a drag of his joint. “Come here.” You pushed off the wall and skipped across the carpet and knelt on the bed beside him. In clothes, Happy was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen, but out of them.. He was a masterpiece. You could spend hours looking at him, and you drowned in his tattoos and abs and every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. He passed you the joint and you took a drag before passing it back to him. “That suits you.” Happy said, gesturing to his shirt you were wearing. You glanced down at it and brushed off the compliment. “Greys not really my colour.” Happy smirked and patted the pillow next to him. You crawled over and tucked up next to him curling into his side, and he put his arm around your shoulder. “Thank you for coming, (y/n). I know you didn't want to.” His voice always sounded huskier at night and you smiled at him. “Im glad I came.” “It wont be for long, couple days maybe.” You groaned. “Ive got work tomorrow Happy, Im gonna lose my job if i don't show up.” Happy stubbed out the joint in the ashtray. “I aint risking your life for a bartending job.” “I can protect myself.” He looked at you and sighed. “I know you can. But your staying here. Just go to sleep and we’ll sort it out tomorrow.” “But I-“ His lips crashed against yours before you could protest and you gave in almost immediately. His rough hands reached down and you moved into his lap, straddling him. There was a sudden urgency to his kiss and he tugged the shirt up your body and lifted it over your head. He tossed it to the ground and sat back. You blushed under his gaze and he licked his lips as he looked at your bare chest before pulling you to his lips once more.

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Happy watched you as you laughed with Lyla and Juice. It had been two days since he had dragged you here and despite your initial protests you had actually been enjoying yourself. He liked watching you, settling in with his brothers and their families. You seemed to fit in well. Happy stood and headed to the kitchen. Gemma was standing in front of the stove, stirring a large pot and Happy knocked softly on the wall to get her attention. “Hey sweetheart,” Happy nodded and leant against the counter. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips, rolling it across them with his tongue. Gemma watched him intently.He was struggling with something. “You told her yet?” “Told her what?” “That your in love with her.” Happy paused and shook his head. “I dont know how, Gem.” He said quietly. “Im not good at talking about this shit.” “Look, sweetie. Girl like that, she don't need to be told all the time. You want her to be an old lady?” Happy nodded. “Then you just gotta ask her. She's good for you. Knows how to turn you on and treat you right. She's been around the club enough to know what it means to be an old lady. She's tough. She’ll keep you grounded. You need that.” Happy nodded and rubbed at is neck. “She loves you, sweetheart.” Gemma said reassuringly. “Take her on a date when all this is over. A real date. Ask her then.” “Thank you momma.” “Its okay baby.”

~

“Who wants a beer?” Happy nodded and Jax and Opie raised their hands. You nodded and headed to the bar. Despite being locked in the club house all day you'd enjoyed every second. Gemma had been watching you closely, but you got on well with the queen and she was always up to something, so you just ignored it. The boys had been out for most of the day and you had leapt out of your seat the second you'd heard the bikes pulling into the lot. Happy had to admit, coming home to you after a long day was something he could get used to. You grabbed the beers, and one for yourself and headed back to them. Happy met your eye as you walked and you smirked at him and tried to wink. “Are you okay? Have you got something in your eye?” “No, I’m.. I’m winking. Im trying to wink.” Happy  raised his eyebrows and smirked while Jax and Opie laughed. You blushed and passed the boys their beers. “Thank you darlin.” Jax said, with an over exaggerated wink. You laughed too and raised your middle finger at him. Happy pulled you into his lap and you obliged, laying your hand casually across his broad shoulders. The conversation was light and friendly and you were all laughing, except for Happy. He couldn't stop staring at you. His plans to take you on a date were flying out the window. You tried to ignore it bit when Jax and Ope stood to go outside you turned to look at him. “The fuck you staring at?” You asked and took a swig of your beer. “I love you.” You spat your beer at, spraying a mist over the table in front of you. “What?” You wiped the beer dribbling down your chin. “I love you.”  Happy repeated. His voice sounded so.. nervous. Was the Tacoma Killer nervous?! You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for any hint of a lie in those dark eyes of his. But you saw only truth, and love. You swallowed and placed your beer on the table in front of you before turning his lap to look at him fully. “You love me?” “I do.” He nodded. You pressed your lips against his. “I love you too, Happy.” You smiled against his lips. He kissed you again and you breathed him in. You shifted in his lap til you were straddling him and he wrapped his arms around you. “Get my crow.” He whispered against your lips. You pulled back and looked at him questioningly. “I want you to be my old lady.” You pulled away from him and stood up and Happys face fell slightly. You took a step backwards, your eyes never leaving his face. “Is that a no?” He asked. You smiled widely and shook your head. “Its a yes, you dork.” You took another step back. “Come on. I want my old man to pick where his crows gonna go.” You tugged your shirt down, flashing him a bit of cleavage and attempted another wink. Happy smirked and stepped towards you, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips. “You gotta work on that wink, little girl.”

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Being a witch and helping the Sons whenever they need it.

Happy Lowman x Reader

Summary: To Happy, it’s clear that the thing between the two of you is more than just a casual hookup. Too bad that somehow he can’t admit that to you. As you begin to question his motive, he has to make a choice. Finally step up and talk about his feelings, or let you go?

Word Count: 1174

This is a fanfic that I wrote for a winner of my giveaway, I hope you like it!

The first time Happy had laid eyes on you, he was magnetised. It definitely wasn't the first time he had seen a pretty woman at a club party, but it was the first time he had seen a woman like you. First of all, you looked stunning. Your eyes were shining brighter than anything else in the room, and your clothes hugged your beautiful curves in all the right places. But Happy's eyes were fixated on your for way more than just your looks- in fact he was captivated by the way you seemed to be the life of the party. He had never met anyone like you, all smiles and energetic while talking to the countless people around you. At the moment you were deep in a conversation with Jax and Chibs, whose laughs filled up the whole room while you entertained them with funny remarks. Happy had never been afraid to get something that he wanted to be his, so it didn't take long for him to walk up to you.

Thank you so much for requesting! It’s a bit longer than a usual drabble, and I hope you like it :) Requests for this drabble game are still open, you should be able to find the post under this one.

It had been two years since you had left your hometown and your old life, including your family. You had your reasons, sure, but they didn't matter anymore. At least not as much. 

All that mattered now was that you had somehow ended up in the small town of Charming, and stumbled into the love of your life one hazy morning at the local diner. Juice's smile had drawn you in from the moment you met, and the both of you hit it off instantly. 

Since then, SAMCRO and especially Juice were the focal point for you, and you honestly preferred it like that. Even today, on your birthday, you didn't feel any remorse about leaving your old life behind you. And Juice was intent on keeping it that way.

"Happy Birthday, baby," Juice's words were the first you heard that morning as you woke up, his low morning voice rumbling through your ear as he pulled you close.

"Thank you," You tried to suppress a yawn and lifted your arms to stretch lazily, before letting them fall back to your sides. Juice turned around to lay on his side, wanting to get a proper look at you. He always thought you looked so beautiful in the morning, with your hair all tousled and messy, even though you always disagreed whenever he brought that up.

"You're staring again," You teased and turned to face him as well, pulling the soft blanket up to your chin.

"Can't I get a good look at my birthday girl?" He teased back, a soft smile playing around his lips as he lifted his upper body to sit upright. His chest was still bare from last night, and you couldn't help but let your eyes roam along his toned muscles. 

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this can cheer you up at least a bit after a bad day 😊

Today sucked, there was no other way to phrase it. You had tried your best to stay positive, but somehow nothing seemed to work out the way you had planned to.

You were standing at the front door of the house you shared with your boyfriend Juice and fumbled with your keys, desperately trying to find the right one. Just as you had grabbed the house key, it slipped out of your hand and fell down to the ground with a loud clink. It was a mundane thing, but right now it felt like the last straw during an already bad day.

"Fuck," you mumbled, trying to balance the full paper bag of groceries you were carrying with one hand while leaning down to grab your keys with the other. After some stumbling, you could finally get ahold of it and angrily forced the key into the lock.

You entered the house with a huff, the door loudly slamming shut behind you.

"Y/N?" Juice's voice rang through the house, but you couldn't be bothered to answer right away.

Instead you stomped into the kitchen, hastily putting down the bag of groceries with loud whump that caught your boyfriend's attention.

He followed the noise and walked over from the living room to you, immediately knowing that something was off.

"You alright, baby?" He asked, a concerned look on his face.

"Yep," You lied through your teeth, "Everything's just fine." You tried to walk past him towards the bathroom, hoping that splashing some water in your face could cool you down, "Now if you'll excuse me,"

Just as you tried to squeeze past him, Juice grabbed your upper arm to stop you. His grip was gentle, but still firm.

"Hey," With a light pull, Juice made you face him, and you let him, "Talk to me, Y/N. What's going on?"

You sighed, your gaze immediately softening when it met his. You knew it wasn't his fault that your day had been shitty, and talking to him would help. Still, opening up wasn't always easy for you, he knew that better than anyone else.

"I just want to be there for you." His voice was gentle, and it made your heart melt. He let go of your arm and instead pulled you into a hug.

You let yourself fall into his arms, taking a deep breath and nearly inhaling his scent. It calmed you, like it always did.

"It's just been such a shitty day," Your voice broke a bit, and Juice pulled you even closer, "I don't even know where to start,"

"We can talk it all out, baby. Or not, if that's what you'd prefer," He lifted one of his hands, and softly ran it through your hair, "How about I draw you a warm bath first so you can relax, and we'll go from there?"

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: You wanted to be more than just Juice’s friend with benefits. But will your drunken idea to pretend to sleep with Tig at a club party really make things turn out the way you want them too?

Word Count: 1334

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Juice. I haven’t fucked anyone else.” You were almost screaming, trying to overpower the music that was coming from the clubhouse.

The loud electric guitar of some old rock song was roaring in your ears, even though you and Juice were standing inside the TM garage locked away from the party turmoil. At some point during the party, the man had pulled you out here roughly, his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist and his eyes full of anger. “Oh, yeah? That’s not what I heard those prospects talk about in there.” He retorted, his eyes fixed on you. “They’re just prospects, Juice. They love to brag when it comes to women, even though they’ve never stuck their dicks inside anyone.” You responded angrily, not understanding how he could believe such gossip. “They’re joking around like that, that’s just how they are.” “Didn’t seem like joking to me.” Juice hissed, not doubting his suspicion in any way. “Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re drunk and can’t comprehend shit right now.” You noted harshly, your own drunkenness clouding your thoughts. “And even if I had fucked one of the others, what’s the big deal? It’s not like I’m your old lady or something.”

It was true, you weren’t his old lady. You were just having some fun together. Casually sleeping with each other, mostly drunken fumblings after long club party nights. Even though, if you were being honest to yourself, you wouldn’t mind this thing between you getting more serious. Over the course of the last few weeks, your little crush on Juice had developed into something more, whether you liked it or not. 

“Yeah, you’re not.” Juice responded angrily, “Doesn’t mean you get to fuck around.”

Deep down you knew that it was the alcohol running through his blood that made him speak such harsh words, but that didn’t make you any less angry. Juice had never indicated that he wanted to take things between you to the next level and make it official, but he still acted possessive now. You just didn’t get it.  

“God, Juice. You’re just the worst.” You spit out, taking a step towards him and giving him a push against the chest with your hands. You knew it didn’t do any damage to him, you still wanted to let your anger out somewhere. You turned around and began walking away from him, your back already turned as you called out, “If I can’t convince you that I didn’t fuck someone else, I might as well go ahead and do it. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Y/N, what the hell-” He shouted after you, drunkenly stumbling after you. But you were faster and were already inside the clubhouse while Juice still struggled to get through the door.

You looked around the room quickly, scanning the room for the person you were searching for. You found what you wanted at the bar, and determinedly headed towards it. “Tig.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the bar. “Wait, what-” The son replied, visibly confused but still letting himself be pulled away. “You’re coming with me,” You simply replied, pulling him towards the hallway. “I need you to pretend to sleep with me.” “Alright..?” A wide question mark spread across his face, but he still followed. You knew if anyone would follow through with you on this drunken plan, it was Tig. Without another explanation, you pulled him into the nearest bedroom, closing the door behind you with a slam.

Juice had finally managed to get into the clubhouse and saw you pull away Tig out of the corner of his eye. Without missing a beat, he ran after the two of you. Or rather, stumbled. Meanwhile, Tig was still as clueless as before you had dragged him into the empty bedroom. “So, what exactly is the plan here?” He asked, a smirk forming on his face.“'Cause if you wanna sleep with me we don’t have to pretend, you know.” “Sorry, Tiggy. Just do it, please. Make some sex noises or something..” You absent-mindedly remarked, your attention fully fixed on the noises outside the door. You were trying to figure out whether Juice had followed you or not “I’ll explain later.” “Fine, darling.” Tig chuckled, already used to your drunken shenanigans. He didn’t quite know where this one was headed yet, but it sure was going to be entertaining. So, he did as you asked and began to moan. Rather loudly, too. And you joined him, even though it felt ridiculous.

This would show Juice, you thought. Make it clear to him that you weren’t his exclusive possession. And also, a not that small part of you hoped that it would make him completely jealous. Suddenly, there were loud voices audible on the other side of the door. You shushed Tig so you could hear them clearly.

“Just leave them alone, Juice.” That was Chibs’ voice, followed by a loud thump. You figured Juice had shoved the Scot out of the way. A few more voices piped up, before the door to your room flew open. Within a second, Juice had rushed in and swung his clenched fist at Tig, who was on the bed next to you. “Juice, wait!” You exclaimed, “We were just..” “What are you thinking, putting your hands on my woman-” Juice pulled Tig up by his cut, bringing them both face to face. Your heart skipped a beat as you heard Juice say those words. Did he really just call you his? 

It took a second, but you managed to pull yourself together just in time to jump between Tig and Juice to try to keep them apart. “Leave him alone, Juice. He didn’t do anything. We didn’t do anything.” Juice slowly loosened his grip on the other man. “I just wanted to make you jealous.” It was hard to admit, but you know it needed to be said. The Puerto-Rican now let go, and Tig stepped back. “I’m just gonna let you two handle your business. Always a pleasure to help you, Y/N.” He gave you a sarcastic grin. “But next time I’m gonna have your loverboy here swing his hands at me just give me a heads-up.” With a chuckle, and a ‘you’re the best, tiggy’ from you, he left the room.

“Shit, Y/N. What has gotten into you?” Juice breathed out heavily, the adrenaline slowly beginning to leave his body. This whole situation had visibly sobered you two up. “Could ask you the same,” You replied, and kept silent for a moment before continuing, “Did you mean it?” “Mean what?” Juice asked back. “You told Tig to get your hands of your woman.” You took a deep breath, and added, “Am I yours?” Juice looked deeply into your eyes. It was the sort of look where even an outsider could see how much meaning it transferred. The sort of look you had always hoped he would give you. And maybe he had in the past, and you had just failed to notice it. However it was, it didn’t matter now.