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Vegas, baby.

A night in Vegas was an idea on your behalf; you were joking around with your soon to be husband while trying to clasp his attention to take him away from his football game he was thoroughly getting into. When more than half his attention and energy is put into watching some football game, he is unbelievably hard to talk to, but incredibly easy to mess with and lure him into committing to things he otherwise would generally contemplate. While he was muttering under his breath a string of cuss words, words you hate being uttered in the house, but you made an exception for sporting games. You intrigued his attention when the words ‘vegas,’ and 'bachelorette party,’ ran off the tip of your tongue. 

He turned away from the action of the football game, his eyes shining blindingly over at you, a smirk forming on your lips. For a moment he frowned, a clear inkling he does not like the concept of you in Vegas for your bachelorette party while surrounded by god knows how many other bachelorettes with the same idea as you. He has seen far too many movies to know that Vegas and bachelorettes is not an idea he wants for you. 

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Nevada “Papi” Ramirez / The Dress

Because it’s necessary to explore Nevada having a baby-momma he respects & a teenage daughter that drives him crazy.

Originally posted by freddypeen

Warning: Cursing. Because raising teenagers definitely can make you curse (I was one, I’m allowed to say that).


The most adorable cherub that had ever graced the Earth twist and squirmed to force herself out of her mother’s embrace. Dark curls bounced and twirled as she passionately struggled past being held, until her little white shoes finally landed on the sidewalk.

“PAPI!” Annabelle ran straight to the man who made most tremble, and curled her little arms tight around his neck. Plentiful miniature kisses landed on his face,  Nevada couldn’t imagine a better place to be than here in this moment.

“Mi amor, (My love)” He tried to slide his sunglasses to the top of his head, but he could barely manage to get them past the sweet affections of his three year old. Oh, it had been so long since she showered him with sweetness, every inch she reached was Holy and precious. “Mi corazón (My heart),” instead of bothering with his shades any longer, Nevada happily buried his face in the ruffles on her dress. To hide the little tears of happiness, yes, but also to smell the most innocent scent of baby lotion and the lavender oil her mother used.

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When We Were Heros

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

Characters: Dad!Sam, Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Dean, OFC

Word Count: 3293

Warnings: Daddy Issues, Demon stuff (blood, murder), Crying, Chick-Flick moments, some angst

Request: Could you do a ddm (its okay if you cant) Sam where he leaves you and years later he sees that your in a really successful post metal band and your performing near where they are and they go see you. He’s taken aback by your amazing voice and he starts crying and trying to get in contact. Eventually you two start talking and he meets your long term boyfriend, they find out he’s a demon and they kill him. If its a ddm, can you end it so you hunt with them but if not, they get back together??

A/N:  @raisedbywierdos, you’re the best.  Thank you so much for being patient with me.  I’ve never written a story like this before and I really wanted to do it well for you because it’s such a freaking amazing idea.  I might write more on this in the future.  Italics are flashbacks.


“So, you really think there’s a case here,” Dean said, sipping his coffee while he looked over the newspaper, reports of locals committing uncharacteristic murders blazing on the front page.  He kept his voice low despite the loud buzz around them in the Café.  Sam was staring at the bulletin board next to his chair.

He’d been skimming it for anything out of the ordinary when something caught his eye: a band poster. A beautiful young woman was sandwiched between two grim men, “Truthslayer” printed in aggressive font below.  In tidy script was scrawled: “Tonight only!”

“Earth to Sam,” Dean said, waving a hand in front of Sam’s face.  He followed his brother’s gaze.  “Ha, can you imagine anything worse?”  Sam swallowed, his jaw tightening.  

“Yeah, totally,” he added listlessly.  But still, when Dean turned back to his paper, Sam tore the flyer from the board, folding it in half and tucking it into his inner suit pocket.  

“I don’t know, man. It could just be people going crazy. It looks pretty thin,” Dean said skeptically.

“When is it ever just people going crazy?”  Sam snapped at him.  “Someone is obviously harvesting souls.”  Dean heaved a sigh.

“Alright.  Wanna interview the crazies or the victim’s families first?”  Dean took another sip of coffee, ignoring Sam’s nervous, erratic behavior.  

“I think you’ve got this one,” Sam said, standing up none too gracefully.  “I’ve got to – yeah,” he said quickly, standing and stumbling into the table next to theirs.  He grunted an apology before striding towards the door.  

“Sam, hey, Sammy,” Dean called after him, annoyed.  

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Four-Ingredient Flourless Peanut Butter Cookies

This is my favorite baking recipe, and there are lots of reasons why: These cookies are easy, cheap, fast, tasty, and there are endless possibilities when it comes to adding your own flair.

Here’s what you need:

  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 cup peanut butter
  • 1 tsp vanilla

Mix together the egg and sugar until the mixture becomes a bit lighter in color and is nice and fluffy. Then mix in the peanut butter and the vanilla. Spoon tablespoonfuls onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Use a fork to press the ball of dough down as they don’t spread much. Pop into a 350 degree oven for 10-12 minutes. They won’t feel done when you take them out, but they firm up as they cool.

That’s it. Really! But here comes the best part. You can add literally anything to these cookies. I sprinkle kosher salt on top of them before I bake for a salty-sweet complement. Instead of flattening the dough with a fork, you can put a little dent in it and fill with jelly, nutella, marshmallow fluff, or any other peanut butter partner. You can stick a Hershey kiss or miniature Reese’s on top. You can mix anything like chocolate chips or m&m’s into the batter. You can use chunky peanut butter instead of creamy for a yummy crunch.

The possibilities are endless.

(…and yes, I have tried each and every one of those variations.)

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Today there’s 23 years ago Nevermind was released .

  -3 facts about this album :

The baby boy on the cover of ‘Nevermind’ was almost a girl ‘Nevermind’ cover photographer Kirk Weddle did two shoots and really liked a photograph he took with a baby girl, but the band’s record label insisted: “we want the d–k.“ 

The rear is actually a collage Cobain made up of Dante’s inferno painting , Chim Chim the monkey , if you look very closely and squint the right way there’s miniature figures of Kiss (The band) .

The album was originally titled "Sheep” .

 

I Can’t Make You Love Me -Chapter 6

Prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5

{3 WEEKS LATER}

Jack’s P.O.V.

It’s been three weeks and I still can’t believe what she told me. That she loves me. That night I was so happy, but just as I was about to turn to kiss her, my phone started to ring. I groaned when I answered it, but it was actually a call that mattered. Y/N’s brother was calling me. They weren’t that close as siblings, but they still loved each other. For the past year, he has been in the military. Which is why I was surprised when I realized it was him. When I answered it, he told me that he wanted to make sure that Y/N couldn’t hear, so I excused myself to the kitchen. She looked upset that I was going downstairs, but I told her to sleep. Once I got downstairs, he told me that his two-week leave started tomorrow and that he wanted to surprise Y/N, because she didn’t know that he would be back. I agreed to pick him up at the airport, and I got Sam, Nate and Jack to keep Y/N occupied until we got back. When I went back upstairs to bed, Y/N was actually asleep now, of course…

After I picked her brother up, I went inside my house before him and told her to close her eyes, her brother walked in and when she saw him, the biggest smile grew on her face. She jumped into his arms and started crying. He ended up staying at my house, for the whole two weeks. Y/N and us boys out most days, but spent a majority of his time with Y/N. I will admit that I was jealous that he spent more time with her, but he only comes home once a year.

After his two weeks were up, Y/N practically begged him to stay home, and was upset the first few nights after he left. Now its been 3 weeks since the night she told me that she loves me. We still slept in that same position every night, but I still haven’t gotten the chance to kiss her, like really kiss her. I woke up early today and managed to get out of the bed without waking her Y/N up. She looked really peaceful sleeping and I didn’t want her to lose sleep. I walked downstairs and decided to make her breakfast.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I woke up from the smell of food coming from downstairs. Jack wasn’t in the bed anymore, which is why I knew that was the smell of food. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen to see him shirtless, but his back was facing me. Damn. I walked over quickly and quietly started poking him. He cringed at my sudden touch but turned around. I gave him a quick hug and let him return to cooking, but not before I noticed him staring at my ass as I was walking towards the island table. I was wearing one of his shirts, that came down, just below, my butt. As Jack put our food on plates, I got our drinks: chocolate milk, and set them down next to the plates. I turned around to see Jack standing right in front of me now, still with no shirt on. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to do something with the feelings I had for him. So, I quickly reached up, pulled his head down to my miniature level and kissed him. At first it was passionate and then it got intense. He picked me up and placed me on the counter (where the food wasn’t) and stood between my legs. We made out for about two minutes when he pulled away and I pouted. “Listen, as much as I want this as much as you, I am taking you on a date before anything else happens, got it?” I nodded and kissed him again. He helped me off the counter and we ate the breakfast he made before it got cold.

Later that night, Jack and I got ready for our date. He dressed in khakis with a button-up shirt. I dressed in a semi-slim, short blue dress, with matching heels. My hair was loosely curled and I wore light make-up. When it was time to go, Jack walked me to the passengers seat door, opened it and shut it before crossing to the drivers side. We sang along all the songs on the radio and eventually arrived at the restaurant. We walked in and I realized that it was very extravagant and probably very expensive. We sat at the table for almost 2 hours, which seemed to fly by. I tried paying for some of the meal, but he insisted that he pay. And once again, like a gentleman: he opened my door and closed it. On the way home, I felt the same urge to kiss him again. However, I had to compose myself because he was still driving. When we got back home, he opened my door and I felt the urge again but even stronger. Once we got inside, I told him that I wanted to change into something more comfortable, and he agreed and wanted to too. We walked upstairs and grabbed our clothes, but soon did I realize, I couldn’t reach the zipper to my dress. “Jack, can you help me out?” I asked turning around so he would see. “sure babe,” he said walking over to me. He moved my hair so it now rested on my shoulder, and he slowly unzipped my dress. I let it fall to the floor, revealing my bra and thong. I heard him gulp behind me and I turned around to face him. He looked up at my face and I smirked up at him. I reached up and pulled him down to my level, and kissed him. He kissed back immediately and backed us up to the wall, with me against it. He grabbed at my waist and pulled me into his chest without breaking the kiss. My hands were tangled in his hair. I moaned into his mouth and he took that moment to put his tongue into our kiss and I gladly accepted. He moved his lips down my neck and quickly found my weak spot. I moaned yet again and moved my hands down towards his crotch. He groaned into my neck and whispered into my ear, “jump” which I did into his muscular arms. He carried me over to the bed and laid me down while hovering over me. He broke the kiss only to rip his shirt off. I pull him back down and he slowly kisses down my chest, stopping at my bra. I reach around and unsnap it before throwing it somewhere else in the room. Jack attacked my chest once again, mainly my boobs, leaving hickeys in every possible place. After, he kept kissing down to my pantie line. He dragged them down using his teeth and kissed up my legs and stops at my heat. I moaned as he licked a bold strip up my slit. I kept moaning at his tongue worked wonders on my clit and and moaned louder as I felt two fingers enter me. It only took less than a minute to build up to my high. “Jack, I’m going to-” I started but I couldn’t finish because he pulled away completely. My eyes that were shut from the pleasure, opened to see him removing his pants and boxers, to reveal his long length that slapped his stomach. He once again however over me and lined himself up with my entrance. He kissed my lips passionately as his length entered me. I moaned into his mouth as he thrusted in and out of me. He groaned as I felt length twitched inside of me, meaning he was nearing his high. I was too and then Jack lifted my legs up so they were around his thighs, and he hit me from an even better angle, hitting my g-spot. I moaned loudly, “Jack!” And all he said was “let it go baby” and I did just that and his release followed right after. We rode out our highs and he pulled out and laid next to me, both still catching our breath.

ONE MONTH LATER

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Jack and I have been dating for this past month now and I have never been happier. We go out most nights and have incredible sex like almost every night. Jack is nothing like Eric. He actually gives me my space if I need it, and helps me with whatever I need, plus he knows when I am hungry. Which lately I have been, more than usual. This morning I am really nauseous and Jack isn’t here. He is out with the boys and I am puking in the bathroom, for the 3rd day in a row. I decided that today I would go to the doctors office and they of course had to take blood. I was waiting for a long time too, I didn’t think what I had was that serious. Finally my doctor came in and she had a serious expression on her face, “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. So how are you feeling today?” “Well I’ve been better. But these past few days I have been really nauseous and I’m not sure whats wrong,” I told her. “Well the nurses had your blood labs looked at and we found the answer to why you’ve been like this. But let me ask you something first. When was the last time you had your period?” Shit. I didn’t even notice that I missed it last month, I’ve been so busy with Jack that I never even thought about it. “About two months ago.” “Well, that confirms it. You aren’t sick with any disease or flu. You are pregnant.” OH MY GOD. “Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly. “Yes, you have all the signs and the tests came back positive. But we would like to run an ultrasound to check on the baby.” I nodded, because I definitely needed confirmation.

I stared blankly at the machine waiting for the baby to appear. I finally saw it and couldn’t believe what else. “Y/N, your report says that you had a miscarriage about two months ago, correct?” “Yes, I did.” “Well consider this your miracle baby” she said pointing at the monitor towards the second heartbeat. I was pregnant with twins.

(A/N: aye yo, I hope y’all are happy with twist I threw in. I would like to give the credit to my best friend: flowersbrieandicecream She is a new blogger, and I would love if y’all could show her some love and follow her too. Plus, she is even weirder than me, so she’s more fun. AND I AM FINALLY DECIDING TO MAKE THE MAIN JACK: JACK GILINSKY (in the following chapters). therefore, you guys can now send in your theories for the upcoming chapters. ALSO, I will be on vacation (not near home) starting tomorrow, so I will not be posting over the weekend. K thanks babes x)