just for you alce just for you

Property of Dean Winchester

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

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“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay. Ah. Gosh. You're amazing, you know that? You're such a good writing. Whenever I read ALC I just. It's. So good. You make everything flow so well and it just feels so natural to read.

Thank you thank you so so much. I love messages like these to bits but I never have any idea what the proper way to respond to them is. But awwwww this is just so sweet. The flow is the part that kills me the most about writing this thing so I really love to hear that people don’t have a problem with it. Thank youuu!!!


Kassem Tariq

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Being back in a city was a strange feeling. If she closed her eyes, she could almost believe, with the sound of traffic and hustle and bustle around her, she was back in Vegas, until the cold bit into her and she was reminded that she was thousands of miles from home.

With her recovery going smoothly, the angry burns on her cheek settling into a faded pink blush, she had taken to exploring the unfamiliar city, hopping on the tube each day to a different destination. At first, she had been awed by the sights of Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, old, beautiful buildings she had never imagined ever seeing for herself. But it did not take long for her to become bored. There was a sheen of pretension that she couldn’t ignore, and they definitely were not the kind of places she enjoyed spending her time.

So she had begun travelling further and further from HQ, exploring all the lines and as many stops as she could, searching out the places with as much character as possible. She liked Camden Town lot, with its eclectic mix of people and slightly scruffy appearance. It was right up her street. Wondering into one of the bars on the main street, Alce ordered herself a bottle of beer, before making her way to the pool table and putting in one of the English coins she had in her pocket to release the balls. Looking up, her eyes met the person opposite her. “You gonna play? It’s no fun winning against myself.” She teased.