Apple Juice (Juice x Reader)
(A/N) : I love me some Juice.
You carefully hid the basket behind you, took a deep breath and went rushing in through the clubhouse’ door.
Tig, Chibs, Jax and your old man, Juice put a pause on their talks when they saw you rushing in- half jumping and half running.
“Woah there lass. Where’s the fire?” Asked the Scottish man who’s accent was something you had come to adore.
“Hey guys.” You smiled and looked over to Juice. You crouched down a little and said, “You’re the best man out there, babe”
The other guys whistled and Tig patted your man’s back, “Looks like you’ll be getting some, brother.”
You rolled your eyes at their teasing and continued to praise Juice who was smiling like the dork he was.
“You know how much I love you, right Juice?”
You brought your face more closer to his with your lips almost touching his, “And I know you love me.” You gave him a peck but before you could continue your mission to seduce your boyfriend he caught up with your task.
He gave you a slight push and asked, “Okay, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” You asked innocently.
“This is going to be good.” Said the blond man from the audience sitting behind whom you had apparently forgotten about. In response, you stuck your tongue out at Jax.
Looking back at Juice, you saw him waiting for an explanation with one eyebrow raised and arms folded. You sighed.
“Please don’t be mad.”
You pulled the basket from behind you- the very basket which had an adorable little black labrador barely a month old.
The guys just stared.
“Now you decide to shut up.” You grumbled.
“What is that?” Asked Tig, who had finally got over his shock.
“This, dear Tiggy, is a dog.” You beamed at him while he grimaced. “Don’t ever call me Tiggy.”
“What’s his name?”Jax asked the next question.
“Her name, Jackie boy, is Apple.”
“Its Jax, sweetheart. And Apple, seriously?” He snorted, rolling his cigarette in between his fingers.
“Hey! Its a good name.” Juice defended you. Your heart melted right there.
You put the basket in Juice’s lap. You pointed to the dog, “Apple.” and then to Juice, “Juice.”
“Apple Juice is my favourite.”
You took a step back to admire your work. The four men were still trying to process what was happening with their jaws dropped. The only sound was of Apple yipping while playing with Juice’s hand that was holding the basket in place.
The first one to roar with laughter was Tig, followed by Jax and the Scottish Son. Juice was still sitting there with an open mouth.
Tig somehow managed to comment in between his laughing fit,
“Ah! Their puppy love kills me.”