whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house
Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her
Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday
Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her
Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy
Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out
Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them.
Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town
there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life.
Walking out of your room half an hour later, your felt like you were out of place. Rarely did you dress up anymore, especially for a date. You wore a little red dress that was form fitting, a black lace was over it. The red went to mid-thigh, and the lace just past it. It had a flattering V-neck shape, showing off your neck and collarbones, and it had a ¾ sleeve of just the lace. You wore a simple black pump to go with it, not knowing what he had planned. Your hair was in loose curls, hanging just below your shoulders. Your makeup was kept simple- a winged liner and nude lipstick.
As you moved through the halls, your small clutch in hand, all you heard were the sounds of your heels. Part of you was slightly worried, as you hadn’t been out too much since your breakdown with Sam. Being happy with yourself in the comfort of your own home was far easier than being happy with yourself out in the real world. The world that would bombard you with billboards, movies, pretty girls walking down the street, waitresses flirting with Dean, and so much more.
You paused and took a deep breath. You would do this for Dean. He loved you, and he wanted to take you on a date. Once you were a bit more calm, you moved towards the library, where you assumed that you’d find him. Biting your lip, you stopped in the doorway.
Sam looked up and his breath hitched. Dean’s back was to you, so he turned and the look he had on his face made you blush and look down. “I’m ready.” You told him, tucking some hair behind your ear.
“Wow, baby.” He smiled, getting out of his chair. He was in dark slacks, a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top couple buttons left undone. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” You smiled up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” You teased him, making him chuckle.
Moving closer, he kissed you gently. “Come on, let’s go on our date.” His fingers laced with yours before the two of you gave Sam a small wave. “Don’t wait up, Sammy.” Dean smirked, making you slap his chest lightly.
Request: Imagine when Juice is angry at his wife because she wore a sexy dress to a SAMCRO party and it leads to rough sex in the dorms.
This is the dress 😉
The music was pumping through the walls and a smile spread across your face as you stepped out of your car. The night was cool and a shiver moved over your skin as you locked your car and slipped your keys inside your clutch. Your heels clacked loudly against the concrete as you walked towards the clubhouse and you smoothed down your dress as you neared. You knew Juice wasn’t going to be happy. He had told you not to wear the dress, but you couldn’t resist. He hadn’t been home much lately and you wanted to show him exactly what he had been missing. And so you had slipped into your skin tight backless red dress, with the plunging neck line and your tallest heels. Your hair flowed loosely over your shoulders and you had kept your make up reasonably basic, a simple flick of eye liner and deep red lips to match your dress. The dress hugged your curves perfectly and you knew Juice wouldn’t be able to resist you. SAMCRO parties were always big, but tonight was even bigger, since the Tacoma charter was down. “Holy shit! (Y/n)!?” Lyla yelled and she came running towards you. You laughed loudly as she gaped at your appearance. “Damn, girl! Is that the dress?” She asked. You nodded and twirled, showing off your outfit. “I see why he was mad now!” Lyla said, her eyes still wide. You laughed again and swung your arm over her shoulder and you both walked into the party together. The door opened and the wall of smoke hit you instantly. This was definitely a SAMCRO party, you thought to yourself as you eyed the dozens of crow eaters scattered around the room, and the leather clad bikers smoking and drinking. You threw your head back and walked in confidently, and instantly heads turned towards you.
Juice stood at the back of the room, a beer in his hands as he laughed with Chibs over something the prospects had done. It had been a long night and he couldn’t wait for you to arrive. He noticed a lot of members were watching the doorway and he stepped to the side so he could get a better view, and his jaw almost hit the floor. She strutted into the room, her long hair billowing behind her shoulders as she laughed with Lyla. Jealousy suddenly burnt through Juice as he watched her, the tight red dress hugging her curves in all the right places, the dip of the fabric revealing the perfect curves of her cleavage. Almost all eyes were on her as she moved and Juice shook with anger as he marched forward. “Hey baby,” You called, a smirk spreading across your lips as you saw Juice storming towards you. His hand wrapped around your wrist and he dragged you towards the hallway. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him, knowing he was about to give you an earful. The music drowned out as you entered the hallway and Juice dropped your wrist now that you had more privacy. He spun to face you and you could see the anger burning in his eyes. “I told you not to wear it.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes. “Whats the problem, Juice? Its just a dress.” You purred and laid your hands on his shoulders. He glared at you. “They were all looking at you, (y/n)!” He growled. You stepped closer to him, closing the gap between you. “Dont I look good, Juicy?” You purred and pouted your lips. Juice growled and crashed his lips against yours. His body pressed against yours and you crashed against the wall, his mouth moving hungrily against yours. “You are mine.” Juice growled in your ear and you bit your lip as you pushed him off you and grabbed his hand, leading him to his dorm.
He closed the door behind him, his eyes still burning with anger. You stood in the centre of the room, a smirk on your face and you ran your hands down your body. You lifted the bottom of the dress and tugged it up over your head, and dropped it to the floor beside you. Juice watched you move, his eyes locked on your bare chest and almost naked body. He was still setting with anger, but you always had a hold over him. You moved forwards slowly and sunk to your knees in front of him. Juices eyes followed yours as you slowly and buttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thighs, followed by his boxers. His erection stood proud and you licked your lips as you met his gaze. Your hand cupped the base and moved slowly over the length, squeezing softly and you ran your thumb over the tip. You moved your head closer and ran your tongue along the length, from the base to the tip. Juice moaned softly as your mouth closed around his tip and you began to suck gently. Your tongue moved along his length as your lips wrapped around him and you moved back and forth, taking more of him in your mouth. Juice growled and ran his hands through your hair, lifting it to a ponytail and guiding your head back and forth. He groaned as he hit the back of your throat and you continued to pulse your lips, sucking at him gently as you moved your tongue around him. You pulled your head back slowly, letting him leave your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you stood slowly, wiping your mouth with your finger.
You grasped his shirt and stepped backwards, dragging him to the bed. Juice smiled wickedly, his eyes boring into yours. “Oh baby, your not in control tonight.” He whispered lowly and you shuddered. He allowed you to lift his shirt over his head and you tossed it to the ground before you stripped your panties and lay back on the bed. Juice hovered over you, pressing kisses along your neck and down your chest. He leant back and grabbed your knees, pushing them open to reveal your core. You bit your lip as you watched his eyes study your body and you blushed slightly under his gaze. “Your so wet,” Juice said. You licked your lips and smirked and reached your arms out to embrace him. He lowered his body, moving his hands beneath your back. You gasp as he rolls over suddenly, swinging you onto his lap. In one brutal thrust he lowers you onto his length, filling you so suddenly that you cry out in shock. His hands roamed over your back and cupped your ass as his lips sucked roughly at the soft skin of your neck. His mouth lowered and he sucked harshly at your nipples, making you moan softly as you adjusted to him inside you. His hands lifted your body up and he slammed you down again. “Fuck, Juice!” You moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you. You gasped for air as the orgasm shook through you and you smiled at Juice through hooded eyes. “Im not done with you yet, babygirl.” Juice growled and you gasped as he lifted you once more.
He laid your body on your back at the edge of the bed and he stood in front of you, his hungry eyes exploring your body as you gasped for breath. You ran your hands across your body and Juice grabbed your wrists, pinning them next to your head. He kissed you deeply, his lips hungry and impatient and you gasped slightly as he bit your bottom lip gently. He pulled back from your lips, his hands still pinning yours down and his eyes locked onto yours as he entered your slowly. You moaned at the fullness as he moved slowly, letting you feel his full length enter you. His eyes were locked with yours and you bit your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist, puling him deeper into you. His mouth lowered to your neck and he sucked roughly at the skin again, leaving a trail of bruises along your collarbone and up your neck. Juice moved a hand between your bodies and he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he thrusted inside you. “Juice!” You practically screamed as you squirmed beneath him. Suddenly he stood up straight, grabbing you beneath your knees and raised your hips for deeper access. His pounding was ruthless and he slammed into you over and over, the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, luscious and wet. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounted and you ached for your release. Suddenly he left your body and you whined at the emptyness.
He flipped you over and positioned you on your hands and knees in the centre of the bed. “Your mine, (y/n).” Juice said and his hands traced circles on your ass. You moaned as he massaged your cheeks gently. “Say it, babygirl. Tell me who you belong to.” He said. “Im yours, Juice. I am all yours.” You purred and wiggled your ass. He lifted his hand and slapped your ass, leaving a sting and you gasped. He rubbed the redness gently. “Who can touch you baby girl?” He said, his voice low. “You, Juicy, only you.” You purred and wiggled your ass again. His hand slapped against you once more before he plunged into you, his hands gripping your hips roughly. He remained still for a moment, filling you with his length and you arched your back. His hand reached down and his hand wrapped around your long hair. He gently pulled your head back and you followed his lead, rising onto your knees and meeting his mouth with a firm kiss. He held you at his mercy, proving that he would take you when he wanted and no sooner. You were his. You shivered in anticipation and he finally released you, and you placed your hands back on the bed. He slowly pulled out of you before slamming back into you so hard you fell to your elbows, loud moans of pleasure escaping your lips. Juice growled as he thrusted into you once more with the same force, and your body rocked forward. “Juice!” you gasped. His thrusts became rougher and he pounded into you relentlessly. Pleasure singed through your veins and your legs began to shake as you moaned loudly. “Fuck, Juice!” You moaned as his body slapped against yours, your wetness dripping down your thighs. “Juice!” You pleaded as his thrusts became deeper, and the pleasure grew inside you. “Cum for me, babygirl.” Juice growled. Your body released and you moaned loudly as your body trembled and the orgasm ripped through your body. Juice growled as he found his release and he rode out your high, both of you gasping for air. You collapsed onto the bed and Juice fell next to you, both of you catching your breath. You turned your head to him ad he kissed you deeply. “C’mon, we should get back out there.” He whispered and you nodded. You both stood and you lifted your red dress of the floor. “Oh, your not wearing that again.” Juice warned and you turned to him, a playful smirk on your lips. “Baby, if thats how you fuck me when I only wear this dress, I cant wait to see what you do when you see me dance in it.” You winked and Juice glared at you.
To have a nice finished hem on pleated skirts, cut your outer layer 1inch longer than you need, and the liner ½ an inch shorter than you need (but make sure you keep your seam allowance in there). Sew any side seams that don’t include the zipper, then matching those seams, sew the liner and outer piece together. Top stitch all the seam allowance to the liner piece, and press, you will have a nice clean hem, and your skirt will be cleanly lined.