Getting the Message
A/N: Request for anon. Juice imagine to the song “The Way” by Ariana Grande ft. Mac Miller. Hope you like it, anon! x
“You guys are absolutely sickening.” Happy said, looking over at Juice and Y/N on the couch.
Y/N’s legs were draped over Juice’s, and they were cuddled close, giggling and blushing, the cute stage of a new relationship.
Juice had been a good friend of Y/N’s for two years, and it was only a matter of time before he finally admitted his feelings to her.
His brothers had been at him for months, encouraging him to tell her, and they figured the best time was now; via drunken text at a SAMCRO party.
They’d been playing a modified game of pool that the guys made up; having to take a shot of vodka for every missed shot on a ball. By the level of typos Juice was making, he had missed a few shots.
Juice: [I love the way u make me feel. I think bout yo all the time keep wondering if u like me like i like you coz I really like you.]
Y/N looked up at him from the bar, having been in a conversation with Lyla and Tara when she’d received the message.
Juice grinned at her, a blush creeping up his neck, and she smiled back.
The boys were crowding around, watching her response as well, reassuring Juice that he was doing the right thing.
Juice was questioning whether his intoxicated friends were the best people to get advice from, but he trusted them, regardless of their state.
Jumping at the message alert, Juice opened it up to see Y/N’s answer.
You: [You’re a bit of a badboy, Juice Ortiz ;)]
Juice grinned, feeling his face grow hotter, the boys hooting and laughing along.
“Need help, Ortiz?” Tig asked.
“Yeah, we’re great at this stuff.” Happy chimed in.
“From you? I want her to be with me, not be afraid of me.” Juice replied, typing away on his phone.
Juice: [I ain’t gunna play u babe you’d b my princesss. If ur lonely at home id pick you up and bring you too my place. watch movies and cuddle]
Now two more shots down, Juice was feeling rather giggly and bashful.
He’d liked Y/N for some time, but understood how demanding the club could be on him, unsure if she was up for a relationship with an outlaw biker.
Juice hoped she was. He’d never met someone as kind and caring as she was to him, and the moment he’d introduced her to the club she’d extended the same kindness to all the members.
Juice watched Y/N as she smiled, biting her lip and running a hand through her hair. He couldn’t help himself, he sent through another text.
Juice: [I’ll never leav u. you’re a keeper and I’m not going nowhere. Be my girl?]
This time, Y/N responded right away.
You: [Get over here, Ortiz!]
Juice looked at the phone, at Y/N, then back at the phone, stunned expression on his face. What she’d said finally registered, and he leapt up, stumbling a little when he jumped over the back of a couch, coming to a stop just before Y/N.
“So, is that a ‘yes’?” Juice asked, wanting to be sure of her answer.
“Yes.” Y/N smiled up at him, shy and sweet.
Juice clumsily brought his lips down onto Y/N’s, missing slightly before righting his aim, both of them giggling and kissing while the partygoers cheered.
Two weeks had passed since that night, and Happy shook his head and drank his beer while the couple grossed him out on the couch.
“Juice, you are relieved of club duties for today. Take Y/N home so we don’t have to see… This.” Clay gestured to the two of them.
“Clay, be nice, they’re young and in love. Don’t you remember when we were that age?” Gemma asked.
Juice got up from the couch, taking Y/N’s hand and helping her up, leading her out of the clubhouse.
“So, what do ya wanna do?”
“How about we watch movies and cuddle?” Y/N asked.
Juice smiled, helping Y/N with her helmet and leaving the parking lot of TM.