beer of the moment

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The caption on the memorial above reads:

“Near this stone rest the remains of 889 UNION SOLDIERS, gathered from the Battle Fields of MECHANICSVILLE, SAVAGE-STATION, GAINES-MILLS, and the vicinity of COLD-HARBOR.”

Every Memorial Day weekend for the past seven years I’ve headed out to one of our local National Battlefield Cemeteries and taken photos. It is a sobering reminder of all that has been sacrificed to protect our freedom.

So have a great weekend. Party on the beach. Watch the Indy 500. Grill some steaks and drink some beer. Enjoy the freedoms we all share.

Then take just a few moments to reflect. It’s the least we can do.

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 2)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part one here

Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤

Can u please do a part 2 of “the four musketeer” please?

I know requests are closed and so please don’t even rush with this request like honestly take however long you want to, but I actually need a 2nd part of ‘the fourth musketeer’ your writing is so amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Veronica has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,437

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow@thatspidernamedmeagan @isabellarose5150

A/N: I have been having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!


“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin’s heads all snapped up.

“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin questioned.  Veronica shrugged.

“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at Jughead’s party,” she answered.  Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.

“God, what happened?” Betty asked.

“He was screaming her name when I came up,” Veronica explained.  "He babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that he kissed her.“

“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes doubling in size.  He glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.

“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head.  "He never told us.“

“We always knew they had a thing for each other,” Kevin elaborated.  "But we never knew that something actually happened between them.“

"When did she move?”

“Two years ago,” Jughead answered.  "The summer before eighth grade.“

"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced, “in the fall of our eighth grade year.”

“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead frowned.  "He was preparing himself ever since he first heard about the dance.“

"And he never got the chance,” Kevin sighed.

“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica inquired.  The rest of her table shrugged.

“Probably her dad,” Betty replied.  "He was a really intense lawyer, and he got relocated to some big city firm.“

”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the Andrews,“ said Jughead.  "They were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”

“But, of course, her parents wanted her to go with them,” Veronica finished.  Jughead grimly nodded.  "So two whole years, and Archie still isn’t over this girl?“

"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced, “he never coped well with her leaving.  After (Y/N) left he was… strange.  He practically denied her existence.”

“Seriously?”

"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in.  "He never talked about her or anything.  It was pretty frightening, actually.  It seemed like he had completely forgotten about her.“

"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s because he was always in love with her.”

“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t think you understand though,” he said.  "They were both so in love.  They were always there for each other, caring for each other.  When Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died, Archie was there.  You couldn’t find one without the other.  Betty and I were also good friends with them, but those two?  They were inseparable.“


Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie didn’t return her feelings for him.  Either way, she found herself searching for more information about (Y/N).  That was how she ended up at the Andrews household.  Archie wasn’t home.

”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding a beer as he sat across from Veronica.  "I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water.  "So what happened between her and Archie?“

"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "It’s Archie’s tale to tell.“

"He already told me about her,” Veronica quickly explained.  "But only the happy parts.  Only the parts he wants to remember.“  Mr. Andrews exhaled and took another swig of beer.  He stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.

"Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged. “This sounds like a good book.”  Fred Andrews laughed.

“If this was a book,” he responded, “my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”

“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered.  "I don’t think the story’s over yet.“  Fred’s laughter shrunk into a smile.  He cleared his throat.

"If there’s one thing you should know about (Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever meet.  She was kind and gentle, and she was exactly what Archie needed.”  Veronica quietly nodded, intrigued.  "I knew both her father and mother quite well.  So, of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted them to be best friends.  A couple years later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“  Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed.  "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to someone who’s the opposite gender.  That was never the case with Archie and (Y/N).  They were both sweet on each other.”

“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.

“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "I remember this one day; I think Archie was eleven at the time.  He and (Y/N) were at the park all day, as they usually were.  That night, he came running home and swung the door open.  His mouth was going at a mile per minute.  When I finally got him to slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N).  He had the biggest grin on his face.“

"The day he kissed her?” Veronica clarified.  Mr. Andrews chuckled.

“Yeah.  God, it made me so happy.  I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships.  That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know?  But he had stars in his eyes as he talked about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”

“I heard you offered to take her in,” Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.”  Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.

“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot.  But (Y/N)’s parents?  That poor kid.  She slept over here so many times because the screaming was keeping her awake.  And the saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad.  She would just come in here, clutching Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to stay.  Of course, I never refused.”  Veronica frowned.  "When I heard she was moving, I was concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N) go off on her own with her parents.  At least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here.  Now, I don’t know if she has one.“  He took a long swig of beer before continuing. ”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me.  Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“

"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica commented.  Fred nodded.

“She was.”


“Have you ever considered writing a book about this?”  Veronica sat across from Jughead in Pop’s.  He lightly glared at her, lowering his laptop lid.

“Write about what?” he snapped.  She had interrupted his writing when he was in the zone.

“(Y/N),” she answered.  Jughead shot a glance at Betty.

“You know before Jason Blossom was shot, (Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”

“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N) leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.

“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty countered on Jughead’s behalf.

“Touché,” Veronica muttered.

“Anyways, to answer your question, of course I’ve considered it,” Jughead said.  "In fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“

"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed simultaneously.  Jughead nodded nonchalantly.

“Of course.  But I do think something is missing,” he responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he elaborated.  "I didn’t add anything that didn’t happen.  Although, I guess now I’ll have to put in the kiss.  Anyways, I don’t have a plot twist.“

”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for you?“ Betty asked a question this time.

"That’s the climax,” he explained.  "Everything that happened after that was the falling action.  I have no plot twist and no resolution.“  All three sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows.  A faint jingle alerted the diner that there was a new customer.  Betty casually glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw.  She gripped Jughead’s arm.

"Is that plot twist enough for you?” she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance.  Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.

“No way,” Jughead breathed.

“Is that…” Veronica trailed off, unable to form a sentence.  Jughead and Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.

“(Y/N).”

Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Worth Keeping

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, smut, smut with feelings, biting kink (idk how that got in there)

Words: 3,326

A/N: It’s been too long and I apologize profusely, please take this as a peace offering :)) I reallly like this one :)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

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Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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anonymous asked:

hiyya beer... could you draw some cute yet embarrassing moment with Deputy!Derek when you have the time? Really love your work dear. :)

Hey anon! Thank you so much! I appreciate it <3 I’m not sure if this counts but–

During his first week as a deputy in the Sheriff’s department, Derek had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the sheriff’s son–Stiles Stilinski–in the unique way aka cuffed together & stuck in a small room with the boy.

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SOMETHING THERE

*based on the song from Beauty and the Beast

There’s something sweet, and almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
And now he’s dear, and so unsure
I wonder why I didn’t see it there before

Bucky Barnes was the most annoying person on the planet. Was being the operative word.

When he arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been cold and mean and just plain rude. In the beginning, you let it slide without saying anything. He had been through way more than anyone you had known. Being brainwashed and used as a weapon could do the worst to even the best people.

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Little moments of whump

Grand whump is wonderful, of course, but what takes my breath are those subtle moments that show the whumped character is really not ok:

- taking a moment to close his eyes because he’s light headed/exhausted/has such a bad headache

- pressing the heel of his hand against his temple, because his head hurts or he can feel his temperature rising

- spacing out a bit during a conversation - especially when he’s the one speaking, so that he kind of trails off and has to shake himself and apologise and get back on track

- pressing a cold bottle of beer/coke against his forehead and just taking a moment to savour the relief

- especially a normally diligent/stoic character - falling asleep on the job or somewhere he shouldn’t, even if it’s just for a moment, and he’s startled awake by someone/something and there’s just that moment of being lost in his eyes as he tries to figure out where he is and what’s happened

- his hands are shaking and he accidentally meets someone’s eyes who’s seen it happen so he shoves his hands into his pockets or armpits and stalks off

- a little stagger as he walks, or kind of drunkenly reeling off-course a tiny bit before he self-corrects

- that helpless expression just before he collapses

- moving wrong in a way that aggravates the pain, and the sudden seizing of his body

- breathing through the pain

- leaning against objects so he can stay upright, especially if he’s doing it as nonchalantly as possible

- a pause as he first notices that something isn’t right

- that white knuckled grip

- a hitch in his voice as he talks

- half-lidded eyes that are becoming unfocussed

- the way his head lolls

- where he can’t even spare the energy/strength to turn his head and he kind of just accepts things/carries on looking straight ahead

- trying to carry on speaking a command or direction or explanation even though he can only voice a few words at a time, either because of pain, or weakness, or confusion/disorientation

- someone passes him something but his hands are clumsy and he fumbles with it rather than just taking it normally

- reaching under a jacket and coming out with a blood-stained hand (always this <3)

- apologising for being about to pass out just before he does (afhflksdkkjfgg)

12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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knock

Title: knock

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Genre: Nasty? Is that a genre? 


Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

You raise your hand to the door of his apartment, just barely grazing it with your knuckles as the single most humiliating thought occurs to you. What if he says no? Granted you’re not an idiot … you’re well aware that he has options and that every one of those options are far better suited for his tastes than you could ever hope to be, but you’re also three shots deep and exactly eight hours away from boarding a one way plane to the other side of the world.

In other words you’re on one, and you have a good feeling that he might be on one, too.

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Favourite Acting Scenes – Isak is taken home by Even. (2.10 part 5)

A request from an anon. Also known as the Norwegian ‘Looking’. 

Sometimes, the biggest mistakes actors can make in a scene relies on their ability to make their eye contact convincing. The problem is that often actors feel like they need to maintain contact with their scene partner through their eyes, as if that is the only authentic way that the contact between two people in a conversation is established. The result is that they either are overtly staring at their scene partner, or they feel very over-active. In all reality, most of the time, when people are talking to another person they are mostly looking away, thinking in images, seeing memories. There are exceptions, however; when you’re (falling) in love is one of them. Yes, you might experience less eye contact at the beginning because of shyness, but when you feel that strong affection for someone –even when you’re talking – you will make more eye contact. And that is what happening in this scene: a lovely progression of how eye contact can make all the difference in a scene, when a young guy is connecting for the first time with another guy who might return his affections in the way that he wants him to.

Up until now Isak has felt an attraction to the new guy in school, has had a conversation with him, watched him walk to his boys, and watched some video on this guy as well. And in these last two moments, he is quite overtly staring, because he’s not in direct contact with the person in question.

This changes when Even appears next to him in the tram. This is unexpected, scary, lovely and a dream come true, all rolled into one moment. Isak is feeling extremely shy; he only takes very quick looks and that lovesick smile (that we see return in episode 8) let us know that he thinks, oh shit, what now!! Even makes a cute birdface, tries to offer him a way in (“awesome conversation!”), keeps looking at him but when it takes too long to respond he looks away to find another connection. But then, Isak thinks, he really searches for words, knows it’s now or never and remembers: he’s at least eighteen. He looks Even straight in the eyes. You wanna make use of that ID card?

After arriving at Even’s place and complimenting the artwork, Isak subtly changes in front of our eyes. The most interesting about this scene, I feel, is the fact that we see Isak grow in confidence. Is it okay that I’m staring at you? During their ‘Smoking in the Windowsill’ moment, Even is already confident in his attraction to this boy: he stares quite intently, as if he wants to really take this boy in, burn his image into his memory, show him that he’s interested. Isak returns the eye contact a bit more frequently but he’s still looking away often. But there’s a moment, where Even tells him ‘we’ll listen to him later’, that Isak realizes that it’s okay. He still wants me here. He’s responsive to what’s happening here. Maybe it’s okay that I look at him some more. They laugh. They joke. They genuinely enjoy each other’s company.

When Even finally looks outside in a silent moment, Isak takes his chance. You see him take a conscious decision: I am going to look at you now. I am really, really interested in you. You’re so beautiful. He can’t help but give a small smile. Even is in his own world for a second, probably debating on how this is going to continue further, his eyebrows in a frown as if he’s thinking intensely.

But the moment he looks at Isak, his face relaxes. His smile widens a tiny bit. All his thoughts disappear, at least for a few hours.

During the ‘Making of the Worst Toast in the World’ scene, this game of exchanging looks continue, but Isak’s not really scared anymore, he’s smiling the entire time. He’s blatantly staring when Even offers him beer, but this time, he doesn’t look away. Even after that moment, he keeps staring in small increments, hearts in his eyes. And Even, when Isak’s busy with his phone, returns these hearts and gives his own hearts too.

Should we (put it in the oven)? Even asks.

Let’s go! Isak says.

And they do. Until Sonja arrives.

Have I been wrong? Isak thinks. 

Because let’s remember, this is not only a scene in which he has to find out whether Even returns his flourishing feelings; it’s even more important to Isak because he feels like he has found a kindred spirit, a guy who likes guys, who likes him, a boy. And maybe that is also why he’s been so careful in the beginning: what if Even feels that it’s not okay for me to look at him like that? It’s a real fear for people within the LGBTQ+ spectrum. But the subtly acted ways of the different eye contact between these two in this crucial scene has already found an answer for these two.

There is no turning back now.

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Bucky Drabble 80 & 57

Request: The 80 and 57 anon here, I apologize for forgetting the character. I mean to put with Bucky, thx

80. “I’ve never kissed anyone.” + “This is a problem.”

57. “Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

A/N: I WILL CONTINUE THE REQUESTS TOMORROW, THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM! gOODNIGHT!

You and your teammates sat around on the couch, enjoying your day off and playing a little game of truth or dare.

“Just hurry up and pick someone.” Tony grunted, taking a swig of his beer. Sam glared at him.

Thor was off in Asgard, Bruce was still MIA and Clint was back home with his family which left you, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Tony. Sam’s eyes scanned everyone before locking on you. A smirk spread across his lips and he cleared his throat.

“Miss Y/N.” he says and you groan. “Truth or dare?” deciding to play it safe - like you always do - you choose truth. Sam rubs his facial hair for a second before having a lightbulb moment. “I dare you to describe your last kiss in extreme detail from start to finish.”

“But I picked truth.”

“Yeah but truth is so boring.”

You chuckle and shake your head. At that moment, Natasha looks at her empty beer bottle and stands up, leaving the living room to grab another beer. “I would describe my last kiss to you guys if I’ve ever had a last kiss.”

The whole team looks at you.

“What are you saying? That you’ve never-” you cut Tony off.

“Yup.” you nod. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“This is a problem.” Bucky spoke from beside you and you laugh.

You’ve had a crush on Bucky for a while now but due to the fear of rejection, you never did anything about it. As for Bucky, god you were the only person in the building worth talking to. He loved your voice and could listen to you talk all day. He annoyed the hell out of Steve by talking nonstop about you. Needless to say, Bucky was whipped and the pair of you weren’t even dating. 

“What do you mean it’s a problem?” you ask.

“I mean, there’s no way in hell a pretty girl like you hasn’t been kissed.” he responds.

You shrug. “I guess guys don’t find me kissable.”

“Bullshit, I do.” Bucky positions himself so he’s directly facing you.

“Wait, hold up, I zoned out a bit.” Steve says. “Did you finally admit your feelings for her? Did I miss it?”

“You like Y/N?!” Wanda exclaimed, smiling.

“Oh my god Steve, why.” Bucky groaned while the rest of the team bombarded him with questions.

You look over at him and grin. “You like me, Buck?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot more than I should, actually.” he responds.

“Would it help if I said I like you too? Because I do.” you say and Bucky locks eyes with you.

“Really?” you nod. “Oh thank god.”

You smile as he let out a sigh of relief. “If you want.. I mean… I wouldn’t mind if you were my first kiss.”

He bit back his excitement. “Really? I-I mean only if you’re okay with it because I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Plus this is your first kiss and first kisses are important. I just don’t want you to regret this in the future-”

You place your hand over his mouth and laugh. “Will you stop rambling and kiss me, Barnes?”

His words get caught in his throat so he nods and leans in, carefully pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. But it didn’t last long as he was harshly yanked away from you by Natasha who had just came back.

Before you - or anyone - could get a word in, she retracted her arm before her fist came in contact with Bucky’s face - specifically his nose. Bucky let out a loud ‘fuck!’ and held his nose as blood dripped.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Barnes?! That was her first kiss you asshole, how could you take advantage of her like tha-”

“Nat!” you exclaim, catching the attention of your red head friend. “It’s okay, I wanted to kiss him. I like him, he likes me. It’s all good.”

Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Buck, I’m so sorry I thought someone dared you to kiss Y/N I-I’m.. uh.. congrats you two!”

She watches as you rub Bucky’s back, asking if he’s okay before the both of you stand up to go get him an icepack.

“What the hell, Natasha!” Steve shouts and she rolls her eyes.

“Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

Give Me Love, 12

Throne Of Glass High School AU

Note: Theres a scene below that belongs to Sarah J Maas. I take no claim over it. I simply rewrote it a bit to fit my story. Enjoy!

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX

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Thanksgiving:

Aelin knew what this day was going to hold. She could already tell. It was going to be horrible. Drama-filled. Downright dreadful. And here was why: The Havilliard’s were coming.

Aelin had zero problems with Dorian coming over for dinner. It was the rest of his family the she’d rather leave outside. His brother, Hollin, was a little devil. Aelin always wanted a sibling (Elide and Aedion didn’t count) but every time she saw Hollin, she couldn’t help but be grateful it was just her. Then there was Georgina Havilliard, who had her nose so far in the air Aelin was sure she could see her brain. And of course, Mr. Havilliard, Dorian’s father. He refused to be called anything but Mr. Havilliard, never mind the fact their families had been friends forever. Aelin wasn’t even sure she knew Mr. Havilliard’s actual name.

But the Havilliard’s weren’t the only thing about the day that was horrible. Because Aedion and his family were coming over also.

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12x10 Coda

Dean downs what’s left of his third beer and sets the bottle on the table, sighing heavily. Sam is already in his room – said something about wanting to read, or watch something, or whatever, and Dean pretends he doesn’t know that Sam was just trying to give him and Cas some privacy.

Dean looks at Cas, but if Cas is aware of someone’s eyes on him, he doesn’t show it. He’s nursing what has to be his seventh beer, and he’s nowhere near even slightly tipsy, which Dean supposes figures, angelic tolerance or whatever. Cas’ gaze is unfocused, and he hasn’t said anything in over half an hour, now. Dean wonders what’s going on in his mind, even though he figures it makes sense that Cas would be… lost in thought? Possibly upset? It’s been a long day.

Ten minutes come and go, and when Cas’ silence hits the forty-five-minute mark, Dean knows he can’t take it anymore.

“Alright,” he says, leaning forward and trying to catch Cas’ gaze. “Tell me.”

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invitation, weecest, under 1k

“Shit, baby boy…”

“Fu- uh… sorry, I didn’t - “

“S’okay.”

His thighs are quivering, clasped tight against Dean’s waist, curled over him Sam drops his forehead to Dean’s chest and Dean tangles his fingers in messy hair.

“Think you can get hard again?”

Sam groans and rolls his hips, dick barely softened smearing through the come on Dean’s belly. Sliding his hand down the long, long stretch of Sam’s back, ladder of ribs bracketing a knobby spine, Dean insinuates his hand between them and smears the tacky mess over Sam’s dick.

It’s blood-hot and soft, twitching under his hand, filling again.

The bitter taste of semen still lingers at the back of Dean’s throat.

He can get a third out of his brother.

“Maybe,” Sam whimpers, bony butt dragging little circles across Dean’s lap, ass clutching tight and Dean’s so hard he could cry, but he can wait Sam out for another.

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I Slapped Your Ass in Greeting

John Laurens x Reader, ft. Alexander Hamilton

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1984

Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence

Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!

A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!


“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.

You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.

They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.

At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.

“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.

Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins.  Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.

“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”

You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.

“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”

“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.

“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”

You laughed.

“What? Excuse me?”

You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.

“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.

You expected him to yell or defend himself.

He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.

“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.

He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”

You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”

“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”

“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”

You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”

John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”

“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.

You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.

“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.

“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”

“Suuuure.” you laughed.

“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.

You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.

“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.

You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.

“John!” you screamed.

You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.

The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.

John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.

Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.

When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.

“You’re okay!” John cried.

Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.

“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.

“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.

The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”

You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.

“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.

“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.

John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.

Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”

“It’s fine.” you laughed.

“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.

You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”

John shrugged. “No one knows.”

John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.

“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.

“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.

Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.

“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.

“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”

John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.

“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.

“So that I could do this.”

John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.

“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”

Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.

“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.

“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.

“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.

“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”

Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.

Because, nothing seemed to matter in John’s arms.

What Happens In Vegas: The Epilogue

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: Here is the epilogue! After this, this series is totally over and I’m kind of sad. However, this week I will be releasing my prompt list for my AU Writing Challenge, so keep an eye out for that. Thank you to everyone who had kind words to say about this series, and for being so damn supportive. I love you all! Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 1,327

Warnings:
- maybe language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

1 year later

“Rise and shine, Mrs. Barnes!” a sweet voice rang from the kitchen. The smell of scrambled eggs and bacon turned your stomach, as you laid in bed with your eyes closed. “Breakfast is almost ready!”

Today was the day you would tell him. You couldn’t hide it anymore, especially if your favorite breakfast foods made you queasy. You weren’t trying to keep it from him, you just wanted the timing to be perfect.

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Meeting the Gallagher’s (Carl Imagine)

“My family is fucked up.” Carl reminded you for what feels like the thousandth time.
You rolled your eyes and laughed kissing him quickly as you walked down the street towards his house “Remind me… who doesn’t have a fucked up family?” you asked and raised an eyebrow.
Carl nodded “But you haven’t met Frank yet.” he reminded and you took a moment to think of who Frank was exactly. Carl had a huge family; it was hard to keep up with the stories he would tell about them. You two had only been dating for about two or three weeks so you were kind of trying to figure each other out. It was one of those relationships that clicked. Your friends introduced you and within a hour you were hooking up and within the week you were dating. It was new and exiting and just felt good.
“Oh! You’re Dad, are you two alike?” you asked, curiously trying to remember stories Carl had told about him.
Carl let out a breathy laugh and shook his head “If I am ever like Frank Gallagher, beat the shit out of me.” he said. “Anyways, I wouldn’t get your hopes up on meeting him. He is either everywhere you turn or nowhere to be found.”
“Got it. At least I already know Debs.” You said and it was true. You two had met in passing and you got along well enough. As you were planning what to say when you saw Deb, Carl stopped in front of a house and nodded. “This is it.” he said and you nodded.
“Sweet.” You said before walking into the gate without getting permission from Carl. Carl scoffed and followed after you.
You opened the front door and immediately saw the man passed out on the floor. “That is Frank.” Carl said and led you farther inside as you looked around.
“Aw you look alike.” You cooed and Carl groaned “Shut up.” he said.
You didn’t have long to process what was happening before two boys had a choke hold on Carl.
“Well look who it is.” the ginger one said.
The other one smirked and gave Carl a noogie before turning to you and sticking out a hand “Lip.” he said and you shook his head and the ginger nodded towards you “Ian.” he said.
“Oh hey I’m…” you started before getting cut off by and girl in her late 20s.
“We know. Carl sprang it on us last night that he has a girl and was bringing her around. I swear one day he’s going to just show up married with a couple kids.” she joked. “I’m Fiona.” she said and hugged you.
You heard footsteps coming down the stairs and you looked over and saw Deb walking down with who you assumed was Liam, the only sibling you were able to identify by name. “Hey good to see you again!” Deb said.

About a hour later you were in the kitchen with all them, eating dinner with the neighbors Kevin and Veronica who Carl told you were pretty much family too.
“Please tell us you don’t have a criminal record.” Kevin said. “We can’t have another young criminals on our hands.”
You laughed and shook your head “Surprisingly no. My mom is screwing a cop so they don’t really mess with me.” you admitted.
Ian raised an eyebrow “Shut up! When Fiona screwed a cop Lip and I were arrested!” he exclaimed and him and Lip immediately began rambling about their adventures in jail.
The laughs quickly quieted however when Frank stumbled into the kitchen and sat in a chair, taking a sip from a beer that was sitting on the table. It was silent for a moment before he looked at you and took a second before saying “Who the hell are you.”
“My girl.” Carl told his dad and Frank raised his eyebrows and nodded.
“Nice catch. Wouldn’t mind fucking her myself.” he said.
Fiona groaned “Oh come on Frank!” she yelled while Lip added “You’re such a fucking pervert.” and Ian contributed an annoyed “You just have to make things weird don’t you.” but Carl looked at you and shrugged.
“I guess my dad and I have the same taste in girls.” he said and smirked, winking at you. “But only one of us can screw you.”
You laughed and squeezed his thigh “Well one of you already has and I would like to keep it that way.” you said.

First Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Dean meet at a bar and have a moment.

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Suggestive Content, just good fun :)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s “Do it Like Dean” challenge. I got the prompt: “You can call me Dean.” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always welcomed!!



There was a first time for everything, right?

At least that’s what I told myself as I walked around the pool table, my eyes transfixed on a pair of green ones. Usually, I wasn’t one to just go for it after a couple of hours of knowing the person, but after a few drinks and a lot of sexual tension while playing pool, I threw all logic out the window.

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My Kind of Crazy

Summary: Jensen uses a song cover to reveal his feelings for his co-actress. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1515
Genre: Fluff. All of the Fluff. 
Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s 1K Followers Challenge! Yes, it’s late, my apologies, Taylor! If you’re not already following her, make sure you do that, you won’t regret it! My prompt was the gif at the top of fic, as well as My Kind of Crazy by Brantley Gilbert. Also, this is the first fluffy thing I’ve produced that I’ve been exceptionally proud of in a while so … yeah. Enjoy!

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