beer is my boyfriend

You Found Me - Jeff Atkins

Title: You Found Me

Person: Jeff Atkins

Warnings: mention of his accident, angst, like 2 cuss words

GIF IS MINE but i guess it’s not working

When you started dating someone your freshman high school, you never thought you’d call him the love of your life. However, Jeff was different than the guys you’ve gone out with. He was a jock, specifically involved with baseball, but he wasn’t cocky or an ass. He was genuinely concerned about others before himself, a quality that you fell for.


It all ended that summer night. You knew Jeff, he was smart enough to know how much he can handle. You had seen him just before he left, a cup of soda in hand. He kissed you goodbye, went to get beer but never came back. The cops said his death was because he was drunk, but you knew otherwise.


Everyone was walking on eggshells around you at school, being careful not to say the wrong thing, except for Clay and Hannah. It was your first day back after taking a few days off. You open your locker, taking a deep breath. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with a photo of you and Jeff, the one you both loved. Running your fingers over the photo, you remember the night you took it. You’re too focused on the photo to see Hannah and Clay walking towards you. They stop, looking at you. Hannah had mouthed something to Clay, telling him to stay put. She places a hand on your arm, causing you to turn towards her, now sobbing into her shoulder. She pulls you into a reassuring embrace, now waving Clay over.

“He really loved you, you know.” Clay told you.

You nod, a tear running down your face.

“I know, but he wasn’t drunk. I know Jeff. He was responsible and smart. Not an idiot.” You sighed, wiping under your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Hannah began to say, “I know what happened.”

“Tell me.”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t-”

“Tell me, please.” You begged, your voice breaking.

“Before Jeff left for the beer run, he had asked Sherri to move her car. I needed a ride home so I went with her. My phone had died, so I was going to use hers to tell my parents I’d be spending the night at her place. She was driving as she was digging through her purse trying to find it. She looked down for a minute and when she looked back up, she slammed on the brakes and hit right into the stop sign. It had fallen over, so we both got out of the car to see if there was any damage. I told her we need to call the police to report that a stop sign had fallen over. She got flustered with me and drove away. I walked to the nearest gas station and used a phone to report where it happened and they told me that police had already been dispatched. I thought Sherri had call them…”

“It was me,” Clay interjected. “I called them. I had, um, I found Jeff.”

“Son of a bitch.” You chuckled in disbelief, shaking your head before walking away.

“(Y/N), wait a second,” Clay said, catching up to you. “They found this on Jeff the night of the accident. He told me about it, he wanted to give it to you that night. The paramedics dropped it when they, uh, when they moved him.”  Clay’s hand dug into his backpack, pulling out a box with your name on it. You opened it, revealing a promise ring. Jeff had told you that he’d get you one, but you never thought he was serious. You breath hitched in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes faster than before.

“Thank you, Clay. I needed this.” All Clay did was smile slightly back to you, letting you go and do what you needed to: confront Sherri.


The bell rang, dismissing you from your economics class that you had with the girl who killed your boyfriend. You couldn’t look at her, it physically made you sick. You were forced to work with her but instead you worked by yourself. Why work with the person who killed the person you loved the most?

You walked out of the classroom, heading towards the parking lot when a familiar voice stops you.

“(Y/N), wait.” You continue walking, even picking up the pace a little bit. Sherri was desperate you guess, she ran up in front of you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

“What could you possibly want, Sherri?”

“Are you mad at me for some reason?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. Don’t make a scene, she’s not worth it. Sherri repeated her moves once again, however you walked around her.

“(Y/N)-”

“You want to know why I’m mad at you? Is that what you really want?”

“Why don’t want we talk about this on the ride home, I’ll drive you.” She told you as she started walking.

“So you can knock down a stop sign and cause someone else’s boyfriend to get into a car accident? No thanks.” You yelled to her, your arms folded across your chest.

She turns around with a shocked look painted on her face. Everyone began crowding around you guys, almost as if a fight were about to go down. So much for not making a scene.

“You hit into a stop sign, knocking it over and you didn’t even bother to call the police. You needed to get away or go home because when you’re with your dad, you have a curfew right? Because of your reputation, you didn’t want to be held responsible or be known as ‘the girl who hit a stop sign.’ My boyfriend went on a beer run that night, sober. He was drinking soda before he left. So on his way back when he went through that intersection, he collided with someone because you didn’t have the decency to report the stop sign.”

Everyone around you started whispering, their eyes never leaving you or Sherri.

“(Y/N)-”

“You wanna know what was found in his pocket that night?” You asked, pulling the promise ring out of your coat pocket. “He got me a promise ring. He told Clay that he was going to give it to me later that night. He planned on leaving early with me. We were supposed to go to one of the cliffs overlooking the water. Right then, he was going to give it to me. But because of your ignorance, I’ll never get to have another memory with the one person in this school who made me feel like the only person on the planet.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Screw you, Sherri.”

The Patriot’s Boy - Chris Evans

Request:  hello, can you write a Chris Evans x reader where they’re at the super bowl and reader is a huge Falcons fan and at the end when the patriots made the comeback, reader is upset while Chris is all happy but Chris kisses the reader and she doesn’t kiss back at first but eventually she can’t resist and she accepts the results. Sorry for this very detailed request but after seeing Chris’ reaction and me being a Falcons fan, I really want to see a imagine like this. 

people: Chris Evans!Super Bowl x Reader (Falcons Fan) 

warnings: none.lol.  



“Are you fucking kidding me!” I screamed out into the raging crowd as I saw the score become tied. 

“Fuck!” I growled, sipping on my beer while my boyfriend went ape-shit on me and was jumping up and down like he’d just heard that he could fuck Tom Brady right here, right now. 

I am 90% he’d take that offer too, to be honest. 

“Aw, is little YN upset that her Fal-can't’s are falling behind the Pat’s?” I glared up at Rivalry Renner and gave him that finger while I reached over and stole a mozzarella stick off of Scott’s plate. Viciously eating it as if it was the whole Patriot’s team. 

“Shut up, Renner. They just caught up, it’s not like they fucking won or something!” He laughed and shoved my shoulder gently in return, easing me up a little from my very unattractive quality: sports rage. Luckily, my boyfriend and I shared this quality but somehow he still managed to keep looking attractive. That bastard. 

I felt a hand stroke my hair as I sat back in my seat, getting back into the zone as I texted my friend back in our hometown, Atlanta I was telling her about the injustice that was happening out on the field, I needed a fellow Falconer to help ease my stress. 

“Hey grouchy girl, why the long face?” I felt relaxed when I saw Chris sit down next to me, putting an arm over my shoulder to pull me in for a quick squeeze. 

“I’m just… detoxing from the savageness out on the field. How the fuck can they have Tom Brady even out there?! He’s such a-” I felt Chris’s lips on mine suddenly, with air still left in my mouth. He held the sides of my face in a firm grip, I could feel my eyes drift closed before he released me in shock. I opened my eyes to a nose pressed against my cheek and a hot breath in my ear, “I don’t let my girl say shit about Tom Brady.” 

Pulling back, I smirked, standing up. “Well, I don’t let my boyfriend get some when he tells me what to say.” Dusting myself off I walked away to the bathrooms, only to find a line farther than half the football field. 

But a girl’s gotta sacrifice her time though when she needs the bathroom. 

By the time I got back, it was nearing the end and Chris looked a bit worried, texting ferociously on his phone, right before he looked up at me in a worried glance, “Where’ve you been! I’ve been texting you-” 

“There’s no reception in the bathroom area, dummy. Besides where’d you think I was going? Back to the car to sulk? Nah, because-” I felt hands touch my shoulders and their grips tighten as suddenly it was like a kick in the balls if I had any, my Falcon’s had lost. 

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah, yeah! Woah! Yeah! That’s right, baby! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Chris screamed, jumping up and down and bouncing off of mine and Scott’s shoulders as the confetti hit the field and Patriot fans screamed. 

Chris tugged me into his arms and spun me around, tilting me down into a cheesy kiss that I tensed up at. I was fuckin’ pissed. No one shit’s on my Falcon’s and gets away with it. 

But, Chris was really giving me a kiss here, and this wasn’t just a peck, this was one full blown passionate kiss. With one hand holding me in a tilt and the other gently placed right under my ear, caressing my cheek with his warm thumb. Pulling me closer he put all he could into this kiss, every emotion he felt in this exact moment was taken by Chris, and somehow he managed to put it all within his lips as he held me with no space left between us anymore. 

I swear, in that moment the stadium was silent. No screams were heard, just the hot breaths between us. That’s all I heard in my ears. Slowly the wind he’d knocked right out of me returned, and soon I was back. Alive and in this tragic, yet unforgettable moment. 

As he pulled away slowly, tugging on my bottom lip just slightly before letting it fall back into place, swollen from the quick movements between my lips and his. Pulling each other’s lips back and forth like it was a war that we had no intentions of ending. 

He brought me back up and held me close to his chest as we swayed back and forth. His body was almost vibrating off energy from his Patriot’s winning. 

I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered into it with a smirk that I was gonna slap off his face any second. “I didn’t want you to be upset again. I can’t tell you what to do, I’m sorry. But in all fairness, I was caught up in the game and my guys beating yours.” Pulling back to get a look at that dumb ass grin plastered on those perfect lips of his, I couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way onto my own lips. 

“You are such a fuckin’ dork, you know that right? You literally have a Patriotic Erection right now.” Chris belted out a laugh, clutch his left peck for a moment before holding me to his chest again, breathing deeply as he let the moment sink in for him. 

“You may have no taste in football teams, baby. But you do have a lip on ya, and I fuckin’ love it. Come here, babe.” Chris crashed his lips into mine and held onto my waist, bunching up the sides of my Jersey. 

“You may be full on hard for Tommy right now, but I love you too. Even if you’re a mother fucker for beating me.” I saw his beautiful smile again and his heartbeat that leaped out of his chest from the crowd’s roars and rumbles. 

God, I loved my Patriot Man. 

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Oh Shit

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Title: Oh Shit

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this!! You can send in headcanons until 12/05/2016 EST for the 500 follower celebration! Also I forgot I was going to post this today, so I’ll start posting headcanons on Monday!

After a tough and grueling hunt, you wanted to let loose.  Being around Sam and Dean wasn’t going to help either.  They argued the whole way back to the bunker.  Bringing them to the bar was not an option.  You wanted to bring Gabriel with you, but he was busy with Castiel.  They were tracking down Lucifer.  You convinced yourself you didn’t need your boyfriend Gabriel to be around for you to have fun.

When you arrived at the bar, you were dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a flannel, and a jacket that Gabriel had given you.  Nothing too revealing; nothing that said “I’m available”.  You felt confident and excited to get a night to yourself to relax.  You strolled into the bar, observing what they had to offer.  There was a stage for karaoke and of course a bar where they served alcohol.  There was already someone on stage, obviously drunk as they sang, but everyone cheered anyway.

As you reached the bar you ordered a couple shots of whiskey.  You realized you had forgotten to eat before you left.  A chuckle escaped your lips, knowing that this meant the alcohol would hit you much harder than you expected.  You turned your head to the left seeing someone who hadn’t taken their eyes off of you the whole time.  You were with Gabriel, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t talk friendly to other guys, right?

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Our store, our beer.

I work in a pretty hip and awesome, small local pizza restraunt that serves handcrafted hand tossed pizza at a lower price than most of the sassy hipster pizza joints in town(plus delicious pints of local brew) by the slice, take out and dine in. We only deliver for business catering.
Every employee does everything. We are all pizza cooks, as well as servers and cashiers and we all rotate who cooks and who serves/register. Unless we have the staff we are supposed to have, which includes counter/server only positions. Which is rare because they don’t last long.
Needless to say serving is the bitch job nobody wants but I happily do often because I have managed a subway, been a receptionist and have reliable customer service skills, even though I was hired on to toss dough and cook mostly.
I love my regulars aside from the construction workers, every weekday morning, lined up outside, who don’t tip though they are well aware I just cooked all of the pizza I am now serving them, and love to laugh at me if I mess up or drop something. Multiple times a week I have a large group of full grown men laughing at me then leaving 16¢ tips to even out their total.
But my reason for submitting is last week, I was alone in the store for the last 20 minutes of my shift while my manager was out delivering a large catering order. I was in a great mood and had really great interactions with everyone who I sold slices and beers. My manager and my relief showed after my clock off time of 7pm. I stay 20 minutes late nbd.
(We use an honor system for employee food but are limited one shift beer, like I said awesome small business)
I had given my boyfriend who has been in the store waiting to drive me home a beer for the wait, cause he had already eaten. This is something that is afforded valued full time employees. Free slice and beer for our family and spouses who come in and deal with us working late and things that. It’s how we do.
So I clock off and my relief pours me my shift beer, me and spouse drink our beers and go home. My manager receives and email next day from a customer who I had obviously just served and had a more than good interaction with “just letting her know that he at 6:45 exactly saw her employees give away beers to her friends in to go cups(not true we always pour beer in pint glasses per the LAW, plus I wouldn’t make anyone drink good beer out of a paper cup wtf that’s just petty lying on his part) and then proceed to have one herself, and he hopes she knows this will raise prices for customers and it’s just not fair(also not true, it means the owner spends more on kegs if anything) she responds the paper cups will be looked into,our prices haven’t been raised in years, but employees are entitled their shift beer, and it’s an internal matter who we decide to give free beer and pizza to.
He then emails and Facebook messages the owner of my business AND HIS WIFE. Saying they need to do something about employees drinking beer and eating food that is for the customers and he will not return because he’s sure they will raise beer prices due to my behavior. Luckily I work for a small business who has employees backs first.
The saddest part is its not uncommon for customers to go out of their way to try to get employees fired for grabbing a slice on lunch break or enjoying their shift beer. And as my manager and owner put it, it’s nobodies fucking business who we choose to give free product to.
6 years of customer service AND cooking has made me dead inside and I accept that but things like this still truly irk me.

anonymous asked:

If we were dating, how long would it take before you held my hand in public?

i would hold it right away, i’d be curious to hear everything about you. i get completely invested. i’d definitely ran around holding my boyfriend’s hand in public on our first date. laughed lots because i was drunk. we had a beer, it was very pleasant and quiet, just us. i’m thinking about my boyfriend though but if you’re alone with someone and there’s tension just do it. don’t be nervous, breathe.

Would You Like That, ‘Girlfriend’?

Summary: Cas decides to be your fake boyfriend so that a bartender will finally leave you alone.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: smutty-ish, public dry humping???? (idek lol), language, Cas says the word “fuck” a lot (idk its a head canon of mine that Cas drops the F-bomb a lot when he’s turned on)

A/N: this is for @marksheppardischarming‘s June writing challenge! My prompt was “fake dating” :-)

Tags: @divinitycas @miss-spnm0mma @not-so-natural-spn @bkwrm523 @netflixandcastiellll @phantomangelgoddess

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

You, Sam, Dean and Cas had just arrived back at the bunker from a hunt a state over, and although it was a successful one, it was long and tiring. You couldn’t wait to snuggle into your PJ’s and watch some Netflix.

“You guys wanna go to Mel’s?” Dean suddenly asked, right as you were going to make your way to your room.

You audibly groaned. Mel’s was the only bar near the bunker and the bartender, Rick, was always hitting on you.

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#02 Jealous Boyfriend

[i wanted to write a halloween imagine so bad, that i decided that this one will be placed on a halloween party, enjoy! xX]

Even though Halloween is not a holiday, it’s m favorite time of the year, every year my boyfriend and his friends throw a big halloween party, and this year the party was pretty huge. huge enough  to get me too drunk to control my action.

one moment i was under control, i was sitting with my boyfriend and having a beer, just talking with my friends. and an hour after that, i am standing in the middle of the dance floor next to my best friend dancing at the sound of Partition by beyonce and holding a Jack Daniel’s bottle on my left hand.

we were dancing probably too close to each other, and making everyone move their attention to us. at some point someone takes me by the waist and makes me walk away from the dance floor, when i get to turn around to see my boyfriend’s face with the biggest frown i had seen.

“HEY!!!” i exclaim clinging onto his neck and giving him a big kiss on the lips. “i missed you”

“hm, what were you doing?” he says on my ear so i could hear him over the music.

“Having fun dummy” i chuckle bringing the Jack Daniels to my lips and taking a big sip.

“I think you’ve had too much fun” he says taking the bottle off my hands and leaving it on the first table he sees. “We’re Leaving”

“What? no” i whine making a puppy face “i’m having fun, Lukey. can we please stay?”

he doesn’t say anything else, he just take my hand and walks me to the exit. i can barely stand on my feet, since i was wearing high heels on and i was too drunk to walk. Luke take my purse from the table where we were placed and then we head out the pub. i start singing one of his songs on the way to his car, and he keeps mumbling things that i don’t get.

“you know what?” i say letting out a soft laugh from my lips “there was this guy who thought that my costume was a rabbit costume” and then i start laughing like crazy, even though there was nothing funny to laugh about “Do you get it?!. it’s funny because i’m obviously a cat”

he doesn’t laugh but he lets out a big sigh.

“Are you mad or something?” i ask resting my head on his shoulder. “Don’t be mad, Lukey”

he sighs again.

“I’m not mad” he mumbles “I’m just… nevermind”

i open my mouth to say something, but without any reason i start laughing.

“I know what would make you feel better!” i exclaim, and when he turns to see me, i kiss him on the lips.

our kiss does not lat long, because he moved his face away from me, almost 15 seconds after i kiss him.

“Sorry babe. but you taste like a bar” he says.

you take one step away from him and put both of your arms on you hips.

“What’s wrong with you?” i say frowning “Are you mad at me?”

“i’m not mad-”

“Then, why are you so serious?” i whine.

he looks keeps at the floor for a couple of minutes, and i’m still waiting for him to say something, but when i finally decide to leave it, he speaks.

“Why the hell were you dancing like that in the middle of a party?” he finally explodes.

“What’s wrong with-?”

“Believe me, y/n” he cuts me “everyone, was looking at you, EVERYONE!. you’re looking fucking incredible tonight with these cat costume, and with you being drunk and dancing like that, it fucking pisses me off having to see 70%  of the male population on the party watching you dance like that” he says.

i keep looking at him in the eyes. i didn’t know what to say, it was cute, but at the same time it pissed me off. i mean, i can do whatever i want.

“Are you jealous?” i ask.

“Kind off” he shrugged

“Aw’ i chuckle and take a step closer to him, giving him a hug and kissing his cheek. “you’re so cute”

“Y/n” he starts.

“you know that i wasn’t trying to make you mad, right?” i make a puppy face one more time “I’m sorry”

he pecks my lips and hugs me backs, letting me know that he forgives me.
“you’re mine”

“I’m yours” i say pecking his lips one more time. “Why don;t we go home and relax a little bit?”

“I mean, you’re still drunk” he chuckles “but i can handle that”

“Yay!” i happily jump, getting into the car “Netflix and chill?”

“Netflix and chill, will be”