stunning bag

  • *the Watson's, Rosie's christening party*
  • Sherlock: *watching John & Mary dance with Rosie*
  • Molly: *hurrying over; grinning* There you are, my darling *hugs him; whispers* help me.
  • Sherlock: *blinking* Wha-
  • Guest: *approaching* Molly, Molly...don't you know it's rude to walk away from a conversation? You didn't even answer my question.
  • Molly: *holds Sherlock's hand* Err, yeah, the thing is Chris-
  • Guest: *annoyed* Steve.
  • Sherlock: *snaps out of it* I think my wife's made it perfectly clear she's not interested.
  • Guest: *frowns* Wife?
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah.
  • Guest: *looks between them; storms off*
  • Sherlock & Molly: ...
  • Sherlock & Molly: *look down at their still clasped hands*
  • Molly: *clears her throat* Um, thank you. He's been following me around all day.
  • Sherlock: No, it's fine *pauses* we could...carry on, if you like? Avoid unwanted attention for the both of us.
  • Molly: *waves a hand* Nah, you don't have to stay with me because of him.
  • Sherlock: *strokes her hand* Well, then, how about I stay because of us?
  • Molly: *smiles* I'd like that.
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Model: @itsmaryamsalam
Bag: @ailyofficial
Sandals: @egoofficial 
Outfit: @primark 
Makeup: @nyxcosmeticstotal control - shade 22 
Phonecase: @idealofsweden
Ph: @msdemi_akin

Day 7 ~ Accidental Baby Acquisition

Here we come with @pynchweek Day7, a.k.a. “I can’t believe I almost survived this year as well” XD

I wrote this shamelessly fluffy thing while on a train, and it’s unbetaed so have mercy on my typos.

Paging: @cabeswaterlovesthem, @picapicae, @actuallymollyweasley and @bollywood-and-phoenix-feather

This is a very very T-rated ficlet, just check your blood sugar levels :DDD

Partially under the cut for avoid cluttering, but you can always read it on Ao3!



A disembodied and emotionless registered female voice rattles off the loudspeakers of the plane, confirming the route and giving housekeeping announcements while the passengers take their seats.

Ronan looks out of the tiny window and watches airport stuff busying away on the asphalt. He’s not such a big fan of flying but there is no other way to go and visit Matthew to make sure he’s not getting himself killed in São Paulo, Brazil, during his very random three months stay.

He’s still thinking about the neighbourhood of Matthew’s accommodation — sensible at the first, second and tenth glance, but you might never know — when something tiny scrambled up the seat next to him.

“Hiiii!” The toddler drags out, immediately after catching his sideways glance. Dressed in a purple salopette and a light green cotton shirt, there is no way of telling if they are a boy or a girl, but they still stare at Ronan with a too-marked fascination. They can’t be more than two years old.

“Hey, maggot. Are you here on your own?” Ronan muses, winning a broad smile with short teeth.

“Yes!” The toddler squeaks.

“No, you’re not, Rachel” a voice comes from above them before Ronan can express his skepticism about a two years old alone on a plane.

Rachel giggles, all mischief, and looks up   in the aisle, where a tall, slender man is struggling to put his cabin luggage and baby bag up in cabin lock. He’s pleasantly tanned by the Brazilian sun and his dusty blonde hair match compellingly with his complexion. There is something absolutely drained in face, as if he’s running low even on the reserve gas, and yet his expression is patient and indulgent when he looks down at his kid.

Trust Ronan’s luck to deliver him an unreachable hot dad for a several hours flight.

“Sorry, she just likes being silly,” the man apologises, kind and courteous, while sitting down beside the kid.

“No problem,” Ronan replies, ready to go back looking outside where the plane is preparing for departure. Watching Hot Dad fussing over his daughter is the last thing he needs, surely.

Unfortunately, said daughter seems to have a different idea.

“Whassyuv name?” She munches over words in a rush to deliver them.

It does take Ronan a few seconds to translate it, “What, my name?” He frowns but Rachel nods at him full of expectations. He sighs, “I’m Ronan.”

“Raschel!” The kid counters, and slams a tiny chubby hand forward, as if requesting a handshake.

Ronan raises both eyebrows, because no toddler he has ever met tried anything like this, but then he snorts and grabs the tiny hand between three fingers to give it a shake. It’s incredibly soft and too smooth not to be at least a bit endearing. “Nice to meet you, Rachel,” he muses, looking up.

The men, seated and buckled on the aisle seat, is shaking his head and running two fingers along the side of his nose. “Sorry, she’s always like that. Her father is…a bit posh, let’s say. She imitates. I’m Adam, by the way.”

Ronan bats his eyes for a fraction of a second. Considering that Adam presents himself as unmistakably masculine and yet is around with a kid without being posh, his luck must have delivered him the Hot Gay Dad to rule them all, and put him just out of decency reach. Causality is really a bitch.

“It’s fine. Funny but fine,” Ronan admits with a half smile, and gets aware that Rachel is still playing with his hand when she reaches the leather bands on his wrist.

“Rachel, let’s leave Ronan a bit of space, okay?” Adam says, persuading the little girl to give up the grip and helping her to buckle up the seatbelt for departure. He moves competently and precisely, expression always approachable, and finishes up the task by tickling Rachel’s belly. Ronan really didn’t need to see this.

When Adam gives Rachel a squared book full of figures — very nicely done in quality, for a kid, but Rachel seems to treat it surprisingly well — Ronan fishes out his iPod and settles in with headphones on. This should be the end of his kid — and Hot Gay Dad — interaction for the day.

As it turns out, he is very wrong.

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Knock First

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Warnings: None I can think of

Word count: 1k

Description: Back at the motel after a tough hunt, Sam, Dean and the reader just want to rest. Only problem being, there are only two beds. So who’s sharing?

A/N: Hello! I’ve being writing imagines for team Lara and I found they’re actually really fun so I thought I’d post some on my own account. I didn’t make this imagine above but in the future maybe I will do or I could do them on request from time to time. Also side note: I just finished season two of stranger things and I am in love so would anyone be interested if I did a series or maybe even a crossover with supernatural? Also there’s still plenty of room for my 100 followers challenge which is due in one month. Send in an ask or a message if you wish to enter xx Masterlist  100 followers challenge

Story:

“Okay. But next time when I say duck, you duck.” You laugh as Dean inserts the key into the rusted lock. It loudly clicks open and Dean presses his hand to the magnolia-painted wood, gently forcing it to open.

“Fine but maybe actually give me enough time to duck.” He throws over his shoulder before the three of you step inside.

I had enough time to duck.” Sam interjects.

“Shut up Sam” Dean snaps before stunning his duffel bag in the floor. Reaching behind him, he flips the light switch. It takes a moment and a strange buzzing sound but they finally flicker on revealing two queen sized beds- and no couch.

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Brendon Urie x Reader : Here Goes Nothing

A/N: i’ve missed you all and you know how much i hate a non posting day, especially if it’s no posting for several consecutive days. sorry i’ve been gone, but i’m back now. thank you all so much! i was so surprised to see that you were all still here when i got back hahaha. thank you! requests, questions, and comments are always open. :)

piercethealyssa said:
I was wondering if you can do a Brendon urie imagine where he is going back home from tour and he surprises you and he takes you to the park for a picnic date and you guys act cute & dorky then he gets on one knee and says “Will you marry me”.

You sat at the dinner table alone, sipping a cup of coffee before bed, trying to cure your troubled mind. You felt uneasy, Brendon hadn’t responded to your goodnight text, and you missed him so much. He had been on tour for a little over two months now, and you hadn’t seen him in forever. Sure, you called and texted and video chatted, but it was never the same. Your heart ached without him, and you missed his kisses and his cuddles, how his arms felt around you, how you liked to run your fingers through his long hair or snuggle your head on his shoulder. You longed for his touch, for his comfort, for him.

You took a deep breath and finished your mug of coffee, wishing that he’d come home soon. You knew he wouldn’t though. He couldn’t. He had a job to do and people to please and songs to sing and you had things to do at home and work to do. You didn’t have any energy or strength to, though. You had dated Brendon for how many years now, and you felt so close to him, but you missed him so much. He felt so distant and you just wanted to be able to sink into his warm hugs and breathe in his scent and have him whisper in your ear and make everything feel alright.

Brendon always knew how to cheer you up. He could tell a joke or make you smile in just one second. He could hold your hand or make a funny face or do a silly dance and make all your worries fade away. He knew exactly how to make you feel better, especially when nobody else did. It made you so sick just to think of him. You really did miss him, so much, and you were tempted to text him another time, but you decided not to. He might be sleeping, or at practice, or with his friends or fans or in the middle of a show or something. You shook your head and rinsed out your coffee mug, reminiscing memories of him washing the dishes with you, belting out Sinatra songs at the top of his lungs and throwing soap suds at you. You dried off the mug, hoping the nostalgia would wash away, but it only made it worse as you noticed it was the towel with the Vices & Virtues embroidery on it, and you just wanted to cry. You’d do anything just to be with Brendon right now. You missed him so fucking much.

After regaining your composure, you decided it was best to just go to bed and reassess all the problems tomorrow morning. Maybe you could call Brendon then and everything would be better. You decided to look for some old voicemails and videos you had of him on your phone, and you listened to his voice until you fell asleep, hoping that in the morning things would get better.

You were half asleep, your eyelids closed and your breathing soft, when you felt someone’s arms wrap around you and you relaxed. “Hmm, is that you Bren?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he mumbled against your neck, his warm breath making you smile.

“I missed you,” you murmured sadly, pulling his arms closer to your chest and feeling him crawl underneath the covers beside you.

“I missed you too, babe,” he sighed, resting his chin atop your head.

“Is this a dream?” you wondered, still half asleep, but happy to know he was there beside you.

“I don’t know,” he chuckled quietly. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow morning.” You snuggled up in his embrace, your eyes staying closed and listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat, before falling into a peaceful slumber.

When you woke up, you felt something tugging at your waist, hands, arms, and you realized you weren’t alone. It was Brendon, his lips barely parted and his eyes shut, softly snoring, laying beside you and clinging onto your waist. Was this real? You thought he still had a couple weeks of tour left, but evidently not. You beamed, looking down at his adorable face, and then sighed. It felt so good to have him here with you again. You had missed him so much. “Hey,” you grinned. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Y/n?” he wondered, his eyelids fluttering open as he stirred awake, looking at you.

“That was a sweet surprise last night,” you reminded. “Thank you.”

“Mmm no problem,” he yawned, getting up and stretching his arms. “Did you sleep well?”

“After you came along, I did,” you admitted.

“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled. “I came home from tour early.”

“What happened?” you inquired. “Did something go wrong?”

“No, I just missed you too much,” he reassured.

“No really,” you insisted. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” he responded. “We just finished early.”

“Brendon,” you narrowed your eyebrows.

“Honest,” he promised. “It’s fine.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and the two of you sat up, getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen.

“How about some coffee?” Brendon inquired.

“That sounds pretty nice,” you decided. You both walked to the kitchen counter and he opened up one of the cabinets, humming a song by The Killers and pulling out two coffee mugs, while you picked out some creamer and got the coffee maker started. “You seem awfully happy about something today.”

“I’m just excited to be with you again,” he grinned.

“Me too,” you nodded. “But I feel like it’s something else.”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “You never know.”

“What if I want to know?” you challenged.

“Then you’ll just have to wait to find out,” he winked, pouring you both a cup of coffee.

“Love you too,” you teased, pouring in the exact amount of creamer and stirring it up with a spoon before taking a sip. “So what do you want to do, today?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, but the bright smile on his face proved otherwise. He definitely had a plan in mind.

“Oh, I think you do know,” you persisted. “What’s up, Beebo?”

“Nothing,” he lied once more, and you just glared at him.

“Come on, something’s going on,” you insisted. “I know so.”

“Don’t worry your little head,” he reassured. “It’ll all be okay.”

“Promise?” you wondered.

“I already told you,” he sighed. “Don’t sweat it, honey.”

You both sat down at the table and shared a coffee, talking about some funny moments Brendon had while on tour. You asked him some questions about other stuff, and he answered them, but you still noticed that something was off kilter. Maybe it was the way he was nervously tapping his foot on the floor or how he excitedly drummed his fingers on the side of his coffee mug, or how he bit his lower lip and ran a hand through his hair, that goofy grin spread across his face. “I think you’re hiding something,” you prodded. “You can tell me, you know.”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he nodded his head. “Just hang in there.”

“Is it about me?” you crossed your arms.

“I don’t know,” he giggled.

“You’re hopeless!” you sighed, taking the last sip of your coffee.

“I’m sorry,” he smirked. “Maybe you can be my hope then, huh?”

“Dork,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes.

“No, so really. What do you want to do?” you repeated the question.

“I was thinking maybe go outside,” he suggested.

“Like in the backyard?” you laughed.

“No, like to the park or something. Maybe for a picnic?” he asked.

“I haven’t had a picnic in forever,” you sighed. “That sounds so sweet.”

“We can make sandwiches and everything,” he offered. “We can bring a blanket and sit down on the grass and watch the kids shove each other down the slide and kick each other off the teeter totters.”

“Sure,” you smiled. “It’ll be really fun.”

“Then it’s a date,” he grinned.

“Are we going to dress up fancy?” you wondered. “Not like wedding clothes, but nice?”

“We can if you want to,” he shrugged with a sly smile. “I’m up for it.”

“I think it would be great,” you nodded. “I’m going to go take a shower and then get dressed.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“How about we make sandwiches and stuff after getting ready, and then we’ll head out a little before noon?” you inquired.

“Sounds perfect,” he beamed.

You got in the shower, trying to think of all the reasons why Brendon might be in such a good mood. It surely couldn’t be just because of you, there was something else on his mind. You finally gave up though, unsure what the hell was going on with him, and you ended up softly singing some Panic! songs in the shower, before you got dressed in a nice outfit, one of your favorites, and headed out into the kitchen. Brendon was already dressed in a nice button down and dress pants, his hair fixed, looking absolutely stunning, holding a bag filled with two sandwiches and drinks, as well as a rolled up blanket. “Wow,” you gasped, surprised he had everything already planned out.

“Ready to go?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Always,” you chuckled.

“Then let’s get a move on,” he decided. You sat in the shotgun seat of his car as he played the radio, both of you singing along to Fall Out Boy, when you pulled up to the parking lot of the park and got out, Brendon carrying the things and leading you to a nice place underneath a tree, the perfect amount of sunlight and shade, spreading out the blanket so you both could sit on it.

You pulled out the sandwiches and you both started to eat them. “This is super good,” you complimented. “Thanks so much, Brendon. You’re the sweetest.”

“I try my best,” he blushed.

“Well it’s definitely amazing,” you reassured. You sighed and looked around, the sun shining just right and the breeze not too strong. “It’s a beautiful day.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Brendon winked.

“Very funny,” you rolled your eyes.

“No really,” he insisted. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re the amazing one here,” you reminded.

“I love you,” he kissed your lips softly, pulling away. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too,” you nodded. “More than you could ever know.”

“Really?” he wondered.

“Absolutely,” you replied. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Brendon.”

He stared at you, for a beat too long, before breaking out into a smile. “I want you to come with me,” he offered, standing up and holding out his hand. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” you told him with a grin, reaching for his hand and having him help you up from the floor. “Where are we going?”

“Just follow me,” he smiled. He held your hand, guiding you to a little part of the park filled with rose bushes, and finally he let go of your hand, standing across from you.

“Brendon?” you raised an eyebrow, your heart racing, wondering what was going to happen.

And that’s when he got down on one knee, and you gasped, your eyes widening as you realized what was going on, and you covered your mouth with your hands, unable to process what was happening. “Y/n,” Brendon began. “I can’t even begin to express how much I love you. It would be impossible to describe the way I feel about you. I want to live every day of my life with you, and I think you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met in my life. I love you, I really do, and I’ve been dying to ask you this question ever since I met you. I know I’m a dork and a goofball and sort of strange, but I hope it only makes you love me more. So here goes nothing… Y/n, will you marry me?”

You looked at him, a huge grin on your face, unable to even understand what was happening. But you nodded, tears of happiness streaming down your face. “Yes, yes Brendon, yes,” you nodded. “How could I ever say no?”

You and your best friend Melody wanted to go out, but you also wanted to prank people so you came out with the idea of turning you into a “ugly girl” you pulled your hair into two messy ponytails, since Melody was a master on makeup she did everything.

First she made it seem like your teeth were popping out, she made a few lines on your face and a your eyebrows were a disaster, it was amazing how much some makeup could do, you put on a fake bottle glasses and a childish and non stylish outfit while your friend looked absolutely stunning.

You packed a bag with makeup and a really stunning outfit for later so you could change and after that was done, you smiled at your friend

“Let’s see how many boys jumped on the grenade for you” you joked as you entered the Uber.

Ones you got there, you went over to the bar and asked for some drinks, obviously everyone stared at you, so you decided to smile at them because you loved their terrified expressions.

Then you saw them, two dirty blonde boys, one of them with a small piercing on the side of his nose, you tapped your friend’s shoulder and pointed over to them. Both of you smiled devilishly before nodding, she covered you as she leaned further onto the bar.

She made some eye contact with both of them and waved slightly, then she stand back knowing perfectly well that they would be able to see you, at the sight of you, the boy with the piercing split his drink, so you waved at him and smiled, showing him your teeth.

You saw them discuss and you couldn’t help but laugh “They’re actually buying it” Melody giggled, when you looked over your shoulder you watched them both walk over to you.

“They’re coming” you announced as one of them give the hand to Melody
“Hello beautiful, my name’s Conor” he said seductively
“Melody” she replied and you couldn’t help but glance at the boy beside him

“Oh, I’m Jack” he replied kindly, it was so obvious he was getting with you to help his friend Conor
“Y/N”

That’s how the night started, you danced together (obviously you did it horrible on purpose) shared some drinks but nevertheless Jack was having a hard time, he did his best to actually get to know you (though the uncomfortableness was still there) and you thought that was cute.

You also discovered Conor wasn’t a friend of his, but his brother and that he also had a younger sister. Since he was a nice guy (with who you had a lot of things in common) and actually tried to talk to you rather than just leave you hanging you thought that he had enough for tonight.

“We’re going to the bathroom real quick” you announced grabbing the bag with your dress and makeup on it, you entered the bathroom and couldn’t help but laugh “That’s the best prank we’ve done so far” you chuckled

“Agreed, but now let’s get you ready for your Romeo, so he takes Juliette and not the ugly duckling” she joked as she began to remove the makeup from your face while you undid your ponytails and fixed your hair.

You took of your clothes and but on the purple cocktail dress you brought “Ready” you said winking at your reflection in the mirror, you left and went back with the boys, you stood in front of Jack who choked with his drink at the sight of you.

“Is something wrong Jack?” You asked innocently as you sat beside him, his mouth was wide open as he scanned your face.
“You’re gorgeous” he whispered dumbfounded and you chuckled
“Well, you’re not so bad yourself” you said winking at him.

Request: True Love - Part 3

Request: I would like one about Juice and me meeting and falling in love and eventually getting married.

y/b/n - your brother’s name; y/n - your name

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: self-confidence, self-esteem issues

PART 1 - PART 2 

Originally posted by alcantara420

Y/N’s POV

I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen, the name on it made me groan. I looked up and Juice was there, staring at me, creasing his brow and waiting an answer.

“Y/N?”, he called my name again as the phone continued to buzz on my hand.

“One second, just one second”, I mumbled and Juice sadly nodded. I took a deep breath, answering the call, “Hi bubby”

“Don’t bubby me”, Y/B/N grunted on the phone, “Where are you?”

“Home”, I lied, “How is the trip?”

“Home? Interesting…”, my brother’s tone warned me, I was in trouble, “Where are you hiding then? ‘Cause I just got HOME and…YOU ARE NOT HERE!”

“Oh…Well…”, Y/B/N impatiently sighed on the other side, “I’m in a party…Venus’ party… She is Tig’s old lady and they are throwing a party at SAMCRO’s clubhouse”

“SAMCRO?”, he yelled again and I sighed, but before I could apologize or say something else, my brother announced he was going to pick me up. He hung up and I just stared at the phone in shocked silence.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”, Juice walked toward me and touched my shoulder.

“Yes, I’m fine”, I nodded, “It was my brother and he’s mad at me…He wasn’t supposed to be back until Sunday, but there he is, AT HOME! I didn’t tell him about the party, he doesn’t like you guys, now he is mad I’m here instead of home. Go to a party isn’t the problem, but a SAMCRO party is the end of the world for him and…”

I looked up and Juice was staring at me with big eyes. Good, now I was scaring him! He probably thought I was crazy!

“Sorry”, I said and started to walk to my car, “I was rambling again, I tend to do that when I’m nervous”

“It’s okay”, he smiled and walked by my side, “You can ramble and vent, I don’t mind”

“Thank you”, I whispered and blushed again. Juice smiled and I guess he was about to say something, but he couldn’t do it, my brother had just arrived at TM and was calling me.

“Y/N!”, My brother was marching toward me. Boy, he looked mad!

“Y/B/N”, I begged as my brother stood in front of me, “Calm down please. It’s not a big deal”

“Not a big deal?”, Y/B/N hissed, “I’ve been trying to protect you and now you come to a SAMCRO party!?”

“Calm down man”, Juice calmly said, “She’s a grown woman”

“Juice please”, I whispered, looking at him again.

“And who are you?”, my brother narrowed his eyes at Juice, taking a step forward.

“What is happening here?”, I heard Gemma Teller’s voice and mentally cursed. She was walking toward us, followed by Venus and Tig.

“Nothing”, I quickly grabbed my brother’s arm, “We were just leaving”. Y/B/N didn’t move though, he was staring at Gemma, who had her hands on her waist. “Y/B/N”, I hissed, “Please, let’s go”

“Car keys”, my brother barked and I handed him the keys. Y/B/N hopped in the car and I followed him, mouthing a ‘Sorry’ to Venus over my shoulder. I didn’t look at Juice, I was too embarrassed to do it and I guessed things had ended between us before even begin.

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“I told you not to get near them”, Y/B/N hissed while he drove to the apartment. We hadn’t spoke since we had left the clubhouse.

“Unbelievable!”, I barked, feeling frustrated with my brother, “How am I supposed to have a new life here with you controlling my steps?”

“You know I’m trying to protect you”, my brother clenched his jaw and stopped at the red traffic light.

“Yes and ruining everything at the same time!”, I yelled and crossed my arms, turning my face to look through the window. I knew his intentions were good, why he was acting that way and freaking out, and I shouldn’t had said that, but it was too late, the silence was back inside the car.

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Weekend was awful, my brother and I weren’t talking to each other. We had to work together on his office and I had no idea how we would do it. To be honest, I had been thinking more about Juice than myself lately. I hadn’t had the chance to answer if I wanted to go out on a date with him. I didn’t know if he still wanted to go out with me; probably not, but I wanted it. I realized I wanted it badly, despite all my insecurities. His smile, his kindness, the way he looked at me… I don’t know, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

My brother was on his room, working. He had locked the door and I had been staring at my watch for the last half hour. It was almost lunch time, which gave me an idea. I grabbed my purse and got out of the office without leaving a note.

Juice’s POV

His jaw hurt as Juice clenched it hard and looked at Y/N’s car red taillights. He would never know her answer, he had lost his chance.

“Juice”, Gemma called him, touching his shoulder, but he strayed from her. Juice looked at the bottle on his hand and threw it on the wall. That night was over and he marched to his bedroom on the back of the club, slamming the door closed behind him.

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Weekend was awful, Juice hung out at the clubhouse bar with Chibs, drinking and playing pool. He was trying not to think about Y/N or another lost chance, and the consequence was a hangover. 

They had a lot to do at TM and since club business were fine, Gemma wanted the boys at the garage, no excuses. Juice worked hard all morning though he still felt bad. It was almost lunch time and he thought the hunger he was feeling was a good sign after his hangover. Chucky must be cooking and soon would call the boys to eat.

“Hi Juice”, he was looking inside a car’s hood when Tig called him, “That is Y/N’s car isn’t?”

“What?”, Juice walked to the garage doors. Y/N was hopping off her car, carrying a paper bag on her hands. He cleaned his hands on a rag and walked to meet her in the middle of the way.

“Hi”, she spoke first, blushing.

“Hi”, he whispered, surprised to see Y/N there after her brother drag her out on the other night. Juice thought he would never see Y/N again, but there she was, at TM, looking at him.

“I….I’m sorry for the other night, for my brother’s behavior”, Y/N grimaced and sighed, “I’m not defending him, actually we are barely talking to each other, but he was just trying to protect me, that’s how Y/B/N is and he has his reasons to do it”

“It’s okay”, Juice shrugged and she gave him a shy smile.

“I’m here to…Apologize and…”, he saw her swallow and look down for a moment, blushing even more, “I never had the chance to answer your question about the date. I was going to say yes”

“Y/N”, he whispered, but she cut him off, handing him the paper bag.

“Anyway”, she nervously smiled, “I brought you lunch”

Stunned, Juice held the bag and looked at her. Y/N bit her lip and suddenly leaned toward him, pecking his cheek, and then she ran back to her car. He watched her leave and when he turned to go inside the clubhouse, Venus was there, watching him with a smile on her lips.

“She brought me lunch”, he mumbled and went back inside to eat, a grin on his face.

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He got her number on the file at Gemma’s office and grabbed the phone ten times, maybe more, to call her, but Juice never did it. He refused to play pool with his brothers and went to his bedroom early, thinking about Y/N.

Next morning, he went back to Gemma’s office and got her address too. Juice worked all morning and thought about maybe pay her back the visit, buy Y/N lunch too. He was walking to his bike, at lunch time, when Y/N’s car entered the parking lot. She had a paper bag on her hands again.

“Hi”, she smiled and blushed.

“Hi”, Juice smiled too.

“I brought you lunch”, Y/N handed him the paper bag.

“Thank you”, Juice said, “To be honest, I was going to buy you lunch this time and surprise you”

“You were?”, she was surprised.

“Yes”, he nodded and they looked at each other’s eyes, “How about dinner on Friday night then?”

“Yes”, she quickly answered and then looked down, blushing.

“I’ll pick you up at seven”, Juice smiled and watched as Y/N hopped in her car again to leave TM. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Chibs standing next to him.

“Is she going to bring you lunch every day?”, his brother smirked.

Juice ignored the smirk and walked to the clubhouse to eat his lunch, “I hope so”

To be continued…

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