Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

If You Think That I'm Still Holding On (Juice x Reader) [Part 1]

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Your legs were folded underneath you as you sat in the corner of the couch in the clubhouse. Tig was regaling you with stories from their most recent. You made sure to laugh and comment at the proper intervals but found yourself too distracted. It was hard to pay attention to his story when the newest patch was leaned against the pool table, focussed on his shot. You admired the determination in his gaze. Your own gaze strayed briefly to his tattoos. You'd been surrounded around Sons your entire life, but he was different. He wasn't the typical biker type. There was something unconventional about him. He was a techie, the proverbial geek. You never thought you'd see the day where you'd be crushing on a member of your father's club, but alas here you were completely infatuated with Juan "Juice" Ortiz. There was only one problem. He didn't seem to see you. He talked to you, he spent time with you, but he never treated you as anything more than who you were; the daughter of the President; SAMCRO's Princess. You sighed, resting your chin in your palm. What did you need to do to catch his attention?

"Baby doll?" Tig's voice interrupted your self-pity.

You turned towards him, "Hmm?"

He followed your gaze, raised an eyebrow and chuckled at you. He pulled you towards him and hugged you with one arm around your shoulders. You diverted your eyes, realizing that Tig knew exactly what was on your mind.

"You're adorable." He smiled as he kissed your forehead, "Go play some pool."

You gave him a small smile, thanking him in silence for not blowing your crush out of proportion. No one else knew. You'd never voiced how captivated you were with the Son out loud and you planned to keep it that way... for now.

You peeled yourself up off the couch and skipped over to the table and sidled up next to Happy. He was one of your favourites. You had an inkling of what his position in the club was, but no one ever told you anything. You were the President's daughter. They coddled you to the point of insanity. You weren't a child anymore. You were in your mid-twenties. Happy was one of the few men who treated you like an adult. He was also the one to teach you how to play and hustle at pool. You were a pro and it was because of him.

Hap's gaze scanned over you as you leaned against the wall. Together you watched as Juice lined up his shot. You studied the table, assessing that Hap was winning by a mile but Juice never let on that he was bothered by it. After Juice missed his mark he glanced at Hap, signaling his turn. You waited to see what move Happy would make but instead he handed the pool cue to you. You stared at it for a moment and then made eye contact with Happy. He nodded to you still holding out the cue. You licked your lips and plucked the wood from his hands. On the other side of the table you heard a deep sigh and your gaze snapped over to Juice. He was staring at you, a blank expression on his face. You heart rate sped up and you had to squeeze your hands to make sure they weren't shaking. You bent over the table, grinning inwardly. This was your chance to impress the man. This was where you could show him everything Hap taught you and more. This was your chance to start up a natural conversation with him.

You lined up a shot, bent over the table and pulled your arm back. You sank your first ball and continued to sink two more in succession. When you missed your fourth shot you glanced up at Juice with a bright smile on your face. It instantly fell when you caught the eye roll he produced. You furrowed your brow together, confused with the reaction. He wiped a hand down his face and aimed for the eight ball, sinking it and effectively ending the game. He dropped the cue down onto the table at the same time you heard Happy's grumble behind you. Juice stalked away heading for the bar. You spun around and stared at Happy. Hap's gaze was murderous and staring down Juice as he left. You shook your head, trying to figure out what happened and all you could come up with was that he was a sore loser? That didn't make much sense since he lost on purpose but what other reason was there? You shrugged and decided it was a good idea to let him cool off.