where the liquor at

Body Shots

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: On Dean’s birthday, you and Sam decide to throw your version of a party. Burgers, drinks, pie, the whole nine for your best friend. Sam goes to bed, leaving a very drunk Dean and a very drunk and very flirty you to yourselves.

Word Count: 2,028

Warnings: Drinking, very mild nudity, implied smut

A/N: This was written for @winchester-writes‘s Birthday Challenge! My alcohol of choice was Deanston scotch and my quote prompt was “Babe, I’m gonna need you to calm down a little bit, okay?” Both are bolded where they appear in the story! (this is totally a day late, and I’m so sorry!)

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Sam was out getting bacon cheeseburgers and something called ‘Super Mega Cheesy Fries,’ you were piling liquor bottles onto the table, and Dean was laid up in bed sleeping. Sam walked through the doors and threw the grease-soaked brown bag on the table beside the bottles.

“Set it up. Make it look good.” You instructed, then turned and walked down the hall to Dean’s room.

Popping the door open, you peeked your head in slowly and saw Dean’s side rising and falling with his calm breaths. You stepped to the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him lightly. 

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Ternary (M)

BTS; Jungkook || V/Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Word count: ~6.5k

WARNINGS: Graphic smut, threesome, breathplay, oral, also a surprise in there that I don’t want to give away tbh (It’s nothing like rape or blood or anything like that, but if you don’t like surprises I’m sorry)

A/N: Shameless, sinning porn with Taekook. Good luck to you all. Sorry there is no description, but there is literally no plot to this what-so-ever. Haha. This is for my good friend and roommate @jeonjeongwhat / @aegyopop 


Originally posted by gayerthanthegays

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The Guy Upstairs

Word Count:2,588 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: a nice smut story with a little bit of aggressive Jin. Again! Big shout out to bangtans-baby for the quick edit!^^


 You tapped your pencil against your notebook in an annoyed manner. You knew in college, partying was second nature. But what you didn’t understand is how someone could have a party every week. How and when did their school work get done? This was the problem you were having with your upstairs neighbor, Jin. Over and over, you had asked him to keep the noise down but he continued to neglect your feelings. And this wasn’t one of those parties’s where people invite friends over for a small gathering but a P-A-R-T-Y! Where there is liquor and loud music involved. Students become sloppy drunk and no longer care about their surroundings or the people around them. They puke and fall down everywhere, not to mention the aftermath of cleaning up the mess. 

A loud thud followed by cheering interrupted you from your thoughts. You threw the comforter off of you in a huff and changed into sweatpants. You grabbed your keys and left out of the front door. Before you could take a step, a guy spouted vomit over the hallway floor and himself. This was the shit you were talking about, the negligence. Who was gonna clean this up once the party was over? It wasn’t like you stayed in the dorms and have janitors tidy up the place. You, Jin, and another guy on the third floor stayed in an apartment building and paid a quarter of the rent. The rest was funded by the school. The best part was that you had your own apartment to yourself, complete privacy. 

No roommates, no RA, no school staff to bother you. It sounded like heaven on earth that is, until you found out your neighbor was a party animal. And when he wasn’t partying, he was fucking his extremely vocal girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud and vivid, they could of been fucking right next to her. You stomped up the stairs. His apartment door was wide open, people stumbling in and out. After wandering around, you found Jin in the kitchen with some friends and his girlfriend. He looked buzzed but alert. When he spotted you walking towards him, he smiled. 

“Look who finally came to party.”

 "Can I have a word with you?“ You spoke, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. Jin pulled you into his bedroom which, surprisingly, was neat and clean. He closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the party. 

"So what’s up?" 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You promised me the last time that you would keep the noise and bumping down to a minimum. I know we are neighbors and we have to deal with each other until one of us moves out but could you at least show some compassion? I’m trying to study for an exam coming up in a few days but your parties are distracting. If I wanted to study or do homework in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to do that without being disturbed." 

Jin looked at you sympathetically. "I apologize. I’ve had a tough week with school and I wanted to relax with some friends. I swear, we will try to keep it down next time." 

"You said that last time, Jin!" 

"And I mean it this time.” He countered. You scoffed and walked passed him but before you could leave out the room, he spoke again. “You’re always so uptight. I’m here if you ever want to relieve that stress." 

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your apartment, slamming the door once you made it inside. That night, you slept with a pillow over your head until the party died down at 4:30 that morning. You awoke mid-afternoon and dress for class. You heard noises in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it until you stepped outside your door. Four guys were thoroughly cleaning from top to bottom. They were washing the walls, sweeping, mopping, and dusting off the banister. Soon there wouldn’t be a trace of a party ever occurring. You were really impressed. 

"Excuse me but why are you doing this?” You asked one of the boys. 

“Jin paid us to clean his apartment and the hallway." 

"Oh… okay. Well thank you, you guys are doing a great job." 

You left and returned a couple hours later to find Jin waiting at your door. "What are you doing here?” You questioned, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I live here too.” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“I meant what are you doing at my door?" 

"I was hoping if you would let me take you to lunch. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." 

You looked in his face to see if he was joking. You and Jin never associated with one another outside of the apartment building. But it’s wasn’t "drunk Jin” or “silly Jin” only a guy with a serious look on his face. 

You found yourself at the local diner sitting across from Jin. You two had ordered a simple burgers, fries, and coke and were waiting on the waiter to bring it to the table. He was the first to speak and break the silence. 

“Thanks for joining me today. I know this may seem a little sudden." 

 "That’s okay but I’m curious to know what you wanted to talk about." 

"First, I would like to apologize about the loud noise coming from my place every weekend. It was selfish of me to ignore your feelings and disrespectful of me not to let you know what is going on. So I’m coming to you like a man and letting you know that from now on, I promise not to make a sound.” The last thing you expected was for him to apologize and it caught you off guard. 

“Second, I promise to clean up after each party. You don’t have worry when you step outside your door." 

 You took a sip of your drink and cleared your throat. "Thank you for understanding, it really means a lot. I’ll try not to bitch at you so much if that helps." 

"It does,” Jin smiled. You both shared a laugh before lifting your glasses for a toast. “To neighbors…" 

"To neighbors!" 

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The pillow was pressed against your ears, trying to drown out the sounds. It had been two weeks since Jin had taken you to lunch and promised to keep the noise down. But as of that moment, he was upstairs fucking his annoyingly loud girlfriend. Not to mention the bed was bumping against the wall. The day before, he had threw another party. It was so chaotic that drunk people were trying to enter in to your apartment. You should have known better than to trust a word that came out of his mouth. Jin will always be an inconsiderate jerk who only cared about himself. You were over it. 

The next day, you stormed up the stairs banging hard on his door until he opened it. A sleepy head Jin emerged from the other side of the door. His hair was unkempt and he was shirtless. You figured he would still in bed, after all, he did have a long night. Jin rubbed his eyes trying to focus on you. 

"What’s up?” His deep raspy voice asked. Your breath hitched in your throat as you lost your train of thought. 

“We need to talk.” You pushed past him and entered his home, waiting on him to lock up. What you needed to say was unpleasant and you didn’t want your other neighbor to hear. It’s suddenly dawned on you that his girlfriend could still be there. You didn’t ask before you came barging in and it made you somewhat uncomfortable. 

“She’s not here.” Jin spoke. He caught you looking around, trying not to be obvious but you failed. It’s actually surprised you when you heard his voice again. You weren’t aware that he was watching your every move. 

“Oh… well that’s good,” you tried to play it off by flipping your hair in disinterest. “I didn’t want your girlfriend to think something was going on between us." 

Jin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. "She’s not my girlfriend.” He whispered in your ear before walking into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and you took the time to take a breath. Your heart was pounding and you didn’t know why but you were also nervous. This was the second time you were alone with Jin but this time you were in his house and it was just the two of you. It didn’t help that you were wearing tight short shorts and a loose sleeveless shirt, while he just paraded around in just pajama pants. 

“So what did you want to talk about?" 

You turned around and found Jin still topless, drying his face and hair with a towel. Your eyes drifted down to his abs that flexed every time he moved his arms. When your gaze returned to his face, the end of his lip was curled in a smirk. You placed your hands on your hips to show him that you meant business. 

"We sat at lunch and you promised me that you weren’t going to be noisy." 

"When was I noisy?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The party two days ago! It was so out of control people were trying to break in to my house! And then yesterday, your girlfriend was screaming so loud I can still hear her voice echoing in my head." 

Now it was Jin turn to cross his arms. "When a party ends, it’s up to them to find their way home. I apologize if they thought your door was home. And I told you, she is not my girlfriend. Just someone I sleep with from time to time.” 

"But they are your guests!” You screamed at him. 

“Yeah but I told you that "I” would keep down the noise. I never mentioned anything about my friends or guests.“ He stated confidently. Your eyes widen at the true nature of his words. All at once your anger boiled over. 

"You asshole! I can’t believe I trusted a single word that came out of that smart ass mouth of yours!” But Jin only laughed. 

“Now, now… I thought you promised to be less bitchy." 

"Fuck you!" 

You stormed towards the door, only to have it slammed back in your face and you being pushed up against it. Jin turned you around and leaned in close to your face. His all to familiar smirk present on his face. 

"With an attitude like yours, you make me want to. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so uptight." 

You stared into his eyes and without thinking, your lips crushed his. Jin responded by pulling your body towards his. Your tongues met in the middle as the fight for dominance began. He gripped your hips, making you feel his present hard on. The kiss ended and his mouth latched on to the side of your neck while he fondled your breast in his palm. 

"Do you always leave out the house without a bra?” Jin whispered in your ear. He didn’t even give you time to respond back before your shirt was being lifted over your head. Immediately, he spotted a piercing on your right nipple and chuckled. “You really are a bad girl." 

Jin placed his mouth over the entire areola, flicking the piercing with his tongue. His hands worked removing your shorts until you were standing in front of him naked. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, tossing you on his bed. 

"Wait, won’t your friend get upset that you’re fucking someone else?" 

"Why must you keep bringing her up? Is it because you are jealous after hearing me fuck her last night?” You rolled your eyes. 

“No." 

 Jin nodded and leaned his body over yours. "Good, because I plan on fucking you harder." 

He kissed down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach until your glistening pussy rested in front of his face. He placed a light kiss just above your clit and moved away. Jin stripped out of his pants and laid with his back on the bed. You questioned his movements until he pulled you on top of him with your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. Instantly you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. You gripped the base of his cock and licked up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. Placing your mouth over the tip, your head bobbed up and down as you stroked him, taking more of him in your mouth. You heard him grunting under you which only encouraged you to move faster. Jin removed his mouth to wet his index and middle finger. He used his middle finger to tease your tight ass hole before penetrating it. His index finger entered your pussy and his mouth went back to work on your clit. You were in complete bliss and could feel yourself leaking down his finger. You groan around his cock and retaliated by massaging his balls. Right away, he pushed you forward, making his cock leave your mouth. 

 "Fuck,” he groaned. “Ride me." 

He held his cock still as you hovered over him. Slowly you slid down his length, emitting a moan from both of you as he stretched you open. You leaned forward and held on to his thighs as you began rocking your hips back and forth. Jin had a clear view of your ass and his cock moving inside your pussy. You moved your hand to rub your clit, tightening yourself around him. Jin felt the difference and threw his head back, relaxing against the mattress. His hands gripped your waist as he helped you grind on him. After listening to his reaction, you turned your head to look back. 

"Cumming already?” You teased. 

“Not even close." 

Jin sat up, wrapping his arm around your waist and flipped the two of you over so that he was on top. He spread your legs wider making his cock sink further into you. You held on to the bed for dear life as he plowed into you over and over. You voice echoed off the wall and you could feel the bed moving across the floor under two bodies. You finally understood what it felt like to be vocal and you loved the feeling. You were surprised if the entire neighborhood didn’t hear your moans. That feeling at the pit of your stomach was approaching and you knew you were close. Jin did too. His finger slowly circled your clit while still pounding away made your orgasm come a little too soon. Your pussy squeezed him, refusing to let go until your orgasm died down. Jin helped you ride it out by thrusting into you harder and faster. His orgasm was not too far behind. He pulled out and nutted all over your ass and back. He fell to the side of you and the room became quiet as you both tried to catch your breath. 

"So now do you promise to keep down the noise?” You asked, sitting up to look at him. 

 Jin thought for a minute before he answered. “Nope." 

"But, why?" 

"Now that I know what you will do to me if I’m loud, I think I’m gonna throw a party every day.”

Underworld Powders Series- Lethe

The River Lethe has a couple connotations, especially in my own practice based on multiple Greek and literary sources. It is primarily the river of forgetfulness. Anyone who touches its waters will start to lose sense of themselves, their history, their life.
However, there’s an element that is also peace and sleep as the water of Lethe is associated with Hypnos and his branch of poplar that drips constantly. Hypnos’ cave is also supposed to residue on the banks of Lethe. 

Because of this association, I focus my Lethe powder more on peace and sleep than “forgetting everything”. I have used it in spells that are meant to help me get over a rough situation or person though- for sure!
I use it in my version of sleep sachet’s and anti-nightmare poppets as well.

Lethe Powder:

  • graveyard dirt (all my powders have a base of graveyard dirt because of my personal craft/style and to tie it to the Underworld where the Rivers resides)
  • dried chamomile
  • dried rosemary
  • dried thyme
  • pomegranate liquor (another element I add to all my powders as tribute to Hades and Persephone- you can use juice or seeds instead if liquor is not possible)

Also feel free to add other dried flowers that have a pleasant scent to you. I am not a fan of the smell of lavender, though I know many witches like to use it in sleep work. Feel free! The idea with this powder is to create a sense of peace and ease. I also like to use it for anxiety based mental health work, in addition to proper medical care and therapy of course.

I’d love to add elements of a white poplar in tribute to Hypnos and the branch Lethe drips from, but they are unfortunately not easily available in my area (it is not native to the US and is considered an invasive species). There are other populars I could look at, but I feel conflicted on that. So far I’m happy with the powder’s recipe.

Enjoy! This series will be ongoing- keep an eye out for the other four!


My Underworld Powders recipes:

Zach Dempsey (requested)

Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her

Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH

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Originally posted by veronicsalodge

At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying. 

So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two. 

So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch. 

it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin. 

So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle. 

“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you. 

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted. 

“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly. 

“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.” 

The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust. 

As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away. 

When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself. 

It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most. 

“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.

“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart. 

“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey. 

During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess. 

But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated. 

So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor. 

“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest. 

“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.” 

“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street. 

The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around. 

“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him. 

“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face. 

You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time. 

It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.” 

You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over. 

“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say. 

“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.” 

You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.” 

You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s. 

“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly. 

There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.” 

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this made me emotional

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pls gimme the thing called love

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For anon…reader is Tony’s daughter as requested. This imagine has mentions of an abusive relationship. I will place a ‘keep reading’ line in order to avoid accidental reading. You’re beauties’s health is much more important than my writing.

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To aspiring Sex Workers

There’s been nights where I’m sprawled on the bathroom floor with a liquor bottle in my hand because I’m ashamed. There’s been times when I’ve laid there at 2am with my vanilla boyfriend wrapped around me because I’m drowning in guilt. There’s been incidences I’m left in a hotel room covered in bruises with blood down my legs because I was careless with screening a client/SD. There’s been moments where I’ve bitten down on my own tongue so hard it bled because my friends were discussing ‘hookers’ and ‘whores’, not realizing one was among them as their best friend.

It’s time we stop glamorizing every aspect of this world.

It is not always the money shots, Lou Bou’s and expensive dinners. There’s a reason we get paid the rates we do. These are things that comfort us for what we exchanged. It requires a very select group of people that is able to cultivate the mental strength for this business.

Let’s make this clear now; there is a price to pay for money.

It is not “easy” work.

It is not for everyone.

New Years Eve: Also Known As How Marinette Broke Chat

So, this ridiculously fluffy piece is my gift to @mr-hawkmoth, as a thank you for all the amazing pieces they right and things they post! :D You are really awesome, and I think you should get more love! Sorry for how poorly written this is, but I hope you enjoy it! ;) Pairing is MariChat, with a bit of reverse lovesquare at the end XD


“You know, you’re kinda becoming a stalker, kid.”

Adrien glared at his kwami, the tips of his ears burning red with embarrassment as he lingered in the shadows of the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It was New Years Eve, and his father had been called away on pressing business the day after Christmas, meaning Adrien had been alone for most of the week. Normally, he would have been taking advantage of this sudden freedom, but Nino, the only friend he was close enough with to actually call up at a moment’s notice, had already left town to go and visit his grandparents in the countryside. While so many of his schoolmates had shown up to celebrate Christmas with him, not once had he really spent time with any of them outside of the presence of his best friend, aside from Chloe.

At one point he almost thought about calling her, only to remember that the last time he’d spent New Years with her, he’d had to hide in the men’s restroom at the hotel when midnight struck just to avoid having to kiss her. Adrien wasn’t oblivious, he knew how she felt about him, but he also knew that while her friendship with him was genuine, her pursuit of him was shallow at best. No way was he going to encourage any misunderstandings this year just because he was lonely. Thus, he had been wandering around the city as Chat Noir, trying to distract himself from the ceaseless boredom that had been plaguing him, when he had found himself headed towards the bakery by the school.

‘Marinette.’

An image of the spunky girl who sat behind him at school flashed through his mind, and Chat felt his heart lighten immediately. She had been kind enough to make him a beautiful hat for Christmas this year, and even though it hadn’t been fixed with Ladybug’s miraculous, Adrien had really been touched by the amount of time and thought she had put into it. Honestly, he had been quite disappointed when he realized that her gift to him had been destroyed entirely, and hadn’t been able to even thank her for it yet as a result. Landing in the park, strategically out of sight behind the statue dedicated to Ladybug and himself, Chat debated with himself.

I mean, I do need to thank her… plus, her family was so welcoming the last time I was over. And maybe we could play some video games! I have been practicing— maybe this time I could actually beat her!’

Mind made up, he released his transformation, and had been in the middle of explaining things to Plagg when he heard her voice from across the street.

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be careful,” Marinette called cheerfully, a box with the bakery’s name stamped on the side carefully balanced on her hip. “It’s only a few blocks, I’ll be back before you know it!”

And so he found himself hesitating, watching as she headed off along the sidewalk to make what was probably a delivery to someone.

Leave it to Plagg to find a way to turn the innocent circumstances into opportunity to tease him. Although… maybe stalking Marinette wasn’t such a bad idea. It was already close to midnight, and the direction she was headed was not well lit at the moment, making a lone girl easy prey for unsavory individuals. Decision made, he transformed once more and chased after her, surprised to realize that while he had been debating on what to do she had managed to vanish from his sight.

By the time he did catch up to her, the direction she was headed became pretty clear, and Chat felt himself frown in confusion.

Why is she headed to my house?’

Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched as she approached the locked gates to the mansion’s compound and pressed the intercom button. He felt a little bad for not being inside to answer her, but his instincts were urging him to keep her in sight, and so he watched as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to come. She tried the intercom a few more times, and as the minutes ticked by with no response, her face dropped into a frown.

Great,’ he thought with a hint of sarcasm, ‘I’ve upset her.’

Shoulders slumping, Chat watched as she pressed her face into the gaps between the bars, looking for something that she apparently didn’t find. Body drooping with apparent defeat, the girl turned to go back the way she had come, but this time her pace was much slower.

Chat waited until she’d put some distance between them before he started to follow her again, this time on foot. Ducking from shadow to shadow, his thoughts raced. Why had she come over to his place with a delivery from the bakery? Did she get the address wrong? Why had she looked so upset? Did she think he had called in a crank order and then just not answered? Anxiety bubbled around his heart at the thought of another misunderstanding coming between them, especially after she’d been nice enough to give him a Christmas gift when none of his other friends had.

So distracted was he by his own thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he could no longer see Marinette in front of him. When it finally registered, he froze, eyes darting around to try and see where she had disappeared. Unease crept over him as he vaulted up to the nearest building, head whipping back and forth trying to locate movement. Unfortunately, even with his night vision, Chat couldn’t find a trace of her. Twisting around to retrace his steps, concern turning into panic, he was almost to the next roof when he heard them.

A group of voices, distinctly male.

And one rather annoyed female voice.

It had come from the alley around the other side of the building, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. Looking down, he could see Marinette blocked into the darkened breezeway by 3 men. Sharp eyes taking in every detail, he noticed the leering expressions on their faces as they looked at the girl, and could smell the liquor coming off of them from where he crouched, ready to move if need be. Disgust choking him as he practically read their intentions, Chat couldn’t help but glance back at Marinette’s face, to see how she was handling the situation. Her expression made him want to flinch back, pure fury radiating from every line of her body.

Apparently, the males below were to dense to read the situation, and Chat listened as the one directly in front of his friend rasped suggestively, “Seriously babe, it’s almost midnight- don’t you want luck in love for the new year?”

“Yeah, and with three of us…” another one slurred, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

“…we can guarantee you’ll get lucky.” The last one finished the vulgar innuendo while moving uncomfortably closer to her, hand reaching out to grab her.

Oh hell no. Chat felt time slow to a crawl as the lecherous hand drew closer to Marinette, outrage and fear suffusing every fiber of his being. Moving on pure reflex, the need to protect the girl below from harm driving him forward, the outraged super hero could only think of one thing as he landed quietly behind the drunkards.

He was going to break that hand.

Before he could follow through on that thought though, a loud crack followed by a shriek of pain echoed around them. Emerald eyes widened in surprise as the man who had been reaching for the seemingly helpless young girl dropped to his knees, his now broken hand still clenched firmly by the not-so-distressed damsel.

His friends were equally frozen, but shook it off much more quickly than Chat could. Both lunged for her at the same time, growled curses and insults spilling from their vile mouths. Marinette, still holding the injured hand of the leader, ducked a wild swing from one while simultaneously bringing her foot up to slam into the throat of the other. Off balanced, the first stumbled to the ground, his own momentum and inebriated state leaving him kissing nothing but concrete, while the second fell backwards, clutching at his throat as he gasped for breath.

Fury still spilling from every inch of her, the girl wasted no time ins turning on the hapless brute behind her, who had yet to regain his bearings and had barely managed to roll over. Finally releasing the leader from her iron grip, the deceptively petit Marinette swung her leg out once more, this time whipping in a full revolution that had her foot making contact with both men’s jaws in quick succession.

Both fell to the ground, unconscious, while the third was still wheezing for air, eyes wide and fearful as he watched how easily she dispatched his buddies. When she finally looked back in his direction, the man squeaked in terror, quickly getting to his feet and running past Chat and into the night.

For his part, Chat Noir could only stare in amazement, heart thumping in his chest. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes wide and jaw hanging open as she effortlessly took down her attackers. Not only had Marinette not needed him, Chat was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed him. Even now, she had yet to look up at him, and instead had made her way over to the side of the alley bending down to collect something he hadn’t noticed when he first came upon them.

The box.

Pastries and candies spilled out in various directions on the ground from where the box looked to have been thrown against the wall. Chat watched her pick up a half-crushed macaroon, anger fading to be replaced with…

“Don’t cry, Princess,” he murmured, the sight of her tears urging him into action finally. She jumped upon hearing his voice, blue eyes flashing towards him as he knelt beside her.

“Chat Noir…?”

He ignored the question in her voice, instead asking, “What were you doing out this late?”

She had stopped crying, but at his question her expression twisted once more with sadness. Her gaze dropped back down to the ruined sweets below and she shrugged.

“I have this friend and… well, I found out earlier that he’s spending New Year’s Eve alone. So I wanted to take him some treats, and…” she replied, a light flush to her cheeks as she avoided looking at him.

“…and see if maybe he wanted some company.”

Chat felt his heart stutter within his chest even as he kept his expression neutral. That’s why she had gone to his house. Sweet, thoughtful, awkward Marinette had been thinking of him, gone through all this trouble for him, just to make sure he wasn’t lonely. His thoughts were interrupted as she continued, having taken his silence as a request for more details.

“B-but he wasn’t home, and so I was just going to take them by tomorrow. But then these,” here she gestured at the bodies still lying in the alley with them, annoyance clear in her tone. “These goons, well… they thought they were entitled to a kiss just because it was New Year’s Eve, and I tried to just leave but… I mean I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but they ruined the treats I had made for Adrien and now, I mean…”

A sigh left her lips as she fell silent, clearly worn out by the events of the night as her gaze drifted to the hands in her lap. Chat’s brain was racing though. Because not only had she been trying to do something nice for him, she had kicked three grown men’s asses for him, for ruining the gifts she had made for him. And, oh how she had kicked their asses. Honestly, Chat didn’t know anyone besides Ladybug who could move with so much grace and strength at the same time. Yet, here was Marinette, wrecking three guys like it was nothing, all in his name. Not to protect herself, although that’s what he had initially thought, but simply because they had destroyed something that had been made for him.

That she had made for him.

He felt himself swoon a little at the thought.

Chat smiled, reaching for her hands and drawing her to her feet. She met his eyes as he winked at her, a plan having already formed in his mind.

“Well, purr-rincess, I don’t think you need to worry about your friend!”

At her puzzled expression, he adopted a stage whisper as he continued, “I’m pretty sure I saw him making his way towards your place earlier while I was on patrol.”

He felt triumphant at the look of delight she was giving him. Based on where they were, it would be easy to make it back to the bakery and de-transform before Marinette got there. Besides, that was where he had wanted to be in the first place, no harm in using his “inside knowledge” to cheer her up right now.

“Really?”

“Pawsitively!” He thrilled at the light giggle she let out at his pun, feeling giddy in the face of his accomplishment. He was about to bid her a good night, so he could make his way over to the bakery when he heard muffled shouts coming from the surrounding buildings.

“TEN—NINE—EIGHT—SEVEN…”

“You had better get home! You don’t want to bring in the Mew Year with the embodiment of bad luck!”

“SIX—FIVE—FOUR …”

He turned to go, but felt a tug on his hand. Looking back, he saw Marinette smiling at him as she stepped closer.

THREE—TWO…”

Chat was frozen as she lifted his hand…

—ONE!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

and soft, warm lips pressed with aching deliberateness to his knuckles, the dark sweep of her lashes standing out against her pale, freckled cheeks as her eyes closed with the action. Even through the leather of his glove, Chat could feel the heat of her mouth, the tickle of her lips as they slowly pulled away and she pinned him with her sapphire gaze once more.

“Happy New Year, minou,” she murmured, smiling at him softly.

Chat could only nod, face flushing as she released his hand after giving it a light squeeze, and made her way around him and out of the alley. He couldn’t move for several moments, mind sluggish under the engulfing realization that was Marinette.

Marinette, who just kissed his hand like he did Ladybug’s.

Marinette, who beat up three thugs because they ruined a gift she made for him.

Marinette, who had thought of him when he was all alone.

Marinette, who had made him a beautiful Christmas gift.

Marinette, who played video games with him and welcomed him into her home.

Marinette, who— WAS HEADED HOME RIGHT NOW!

Jerking back into awareness, Chat quickly vaulted to back to the rooftops, sprinting in the direction of the bakery so as to make it there before the girl who, after what he saw tonight, clearly had a good handle on a number of things.

His heart being one of them.

Norman Mailer was one of the world’s preeminent journalists, the winner of two Pulitzers and a co-founder of “New Journalism” – a style he shares with the likes of Truman Capote and Hunter S. Thompson. He’s a giant in the 20th century literary canon. He also tried to stab his wife to death in full view of dozens of horrified witnesses.

On November 19, 1960, Mailer threw a party to announce that he was running for mayor of New York City. In an attempt to set up a dialog between the rich and the poor, he invited all of the city’s most elite citizens, as well as a whole bunch of homeless people. He got a bit upset when, for some reason, most of the rich people canceled. It turns out that it’s not easy to get Rockefellers, Hearsts, du Ponts, or even Trumps to attend a party where the well liquor is Mad Dog 20/20. Purple flavor, of course. We’re talking about high society here.

As the night wore on, Mailer started getting mean drunk. Eventually, his mortified wife, Adele, stepped in to subdue him, and this escalated into a full-scale screaming match, which ended when Mailer pulled out a two-and-a-half-inch pen knife and stabbed her several times in the chest. Hopefully he had some sort of quip about pens and knives at the ready, but honestly, it was probably all rage-screaming at that point.

Adele survived. She told doctors that she’d “fallen on some glass” and stayed with Mailer for another two years. And literary types spent the next forever carefully debating whether or not Mailer’s genius was “super duper great,” or “just regular great.”

5 Famous People That Engaged In Shocking Violence

Either/Or: Green Lantern

All alone, above the checkered skyline, the singular light glowed from the two-corner office. A few floors below, some lights remained on, though the employees were long since gone for the night. A few more below that, the lights came on and went off in an almost rhythm as the cleaning crew worked through the offices and rooms, headphones on and disinterested in much of the actual happenings of the business.

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I’m just saying that sithwave should absolutely be a canonical SW music genre. Think dark ambient trance with heavy beats, something hypnotic and violent. The Jedi Council’s banned it from the Temple but it’s all the rage in Coruscant nightclubs where the liquor and spice are everywhere and no one’s going to tell the authorities anything

I know @chancellor-reyes said something about something like this in her headcanon post and i HAD to do it tonight

Day 731 (Read it on AO3)

Bellamy is sitting alone in her old cell when it happens. 

It’s been two years as of yesterday and he’s palming the one and only bottle of alcohol left on the ark. The one he saves for the anniversary of leaving her behind. But where he’s promised himself only one shot of the hard liquor a year, he now stares at a half-empty glass. 

Last year was fine. Yesterday too. But today was the worst it’s been for a while. And he’s been trying to drown out the sound of her voice all day. Trying to drown out the sound of his other broken promise, this one to Abby two years ago, still echoing in his head.

Take care of each other.

To make sure nothing would happen to her.

And he told her he would.

And he fucking left her.

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The morning after the championships is a different universe. All of the foxes are gathered in the girls’ suite, most of them nursing hangovers, and watching the news. They’ve dragged the bean bag chairs over from the monsters’ place. Andrew and Neil are pressed together in one, and Allison and Renee are in the other, Renee casually running her hands through Allison’s hair. Aaron sits on the windowsill, managing to look less pissed off than usual. Kevin and Matt share the couch, and Dan perches in Matt’s lap. Nicky is sprawled across the floor.

The news is in the middle of a segment about their win, and most of them are practically beaming with pride. The clip of Kevin’s final goal is playing over and over, and Kevin is trying to hide how pleased he is, but no one feels like mocking him for it today. They’re all proud of each other. For the first time ever the foxes know the taste of victory, and nothing can spoil it for them.

The screen changes, cutting away from the coverage of the game, to a grim faced reporter. “In breaking news, Riko Moriyama, captain of the Ravens’ Exy team has been found dead from an apparent self inflicted gunshot wound. This is the second death in college Exy this season, following the death of the Palmetto Foxes Seth G—”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do ome where you and Harry go to Annes (not for the first time) you dont have any kids not married just engaged amd have a nice family dinner there

Sure
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You had become so excited to make your announcement. You couldn’t wait to tell these people that you wanted to make them apart of your family, and you hoped they would accept you into theirs. They were just such lovely people and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to say that they were going to be legally your in-laws. You had the inkling that Harry wasn’t as eager to do so, though. Whenever an opportunity came up to segue into your announcement, he would quickly change the topic. You were starting to get offended. You felt as though Harry thought he was making a mistake, and was taking his sweet time to decide whether or not to put his family through another messy breakup. You wanted to say something but the two of you were almost never alone when you were with Harry’s family. And, to be honest, you would usually not have it any other way. You loved spending time with Harry’s family, but you wanted nothing more to ask Harry what was going on, in private.

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anonymous asked:

headcanon of madara with a teenage daughter?! (:

Lord help this child. Lord help Madara.

Originally posted by shisuithegreekgod

  • Madara is one who made sure that he raised a strong girl, because there is no way in hell he was going to allow his daughter to be weak and at the mercy of the world and others; she’s not there to be taken advantage of by others, she’s there to take advantage of others. He taught her to go out there and take what’s hers and to never bow down to anyone. So going along with that, by the time she’s in her teens she just an absolute queen who could rule the world if she so pleased: beautiful, feisty, powerful. Madara’s kinda created a monster, but she’s just so strong and everything he would want out of a daughter that he can’t complain.  
  • Very protective over her, even though he’s made her strong enough to fend for herself. He’s lost most of his family, so that makes his daughter a very critical part to his life now, and if anything were to happen to her, he would blame himself. Now, it’s not even missions that he becomes territorial over her. If she’s sent out on missions, yes, he worries about her, but it’s mainly when others within village get too close to her that he becomes defensive over his daughter. He doesn’t want her to be treated as he has been in the past, just because she is his daughter. He doesn’t want her to face that same discrimination/hatred that he has faced, so he keeps a very watchful eye over her.
    • Absolutely despises Tobirama being anywhere around her. It’ll be a cold day in hell when he allows Tobirama and his daughter to be alone in the same room.
  • He’s absolutely point blank with her when it comes to speaking with her; there is absolutely no sugarcoating anything. His child needs to be exceptional, and if she’s not doing good enough, he will tell her without any reservation. Now, this may seem a bit cruel, but she’s grown up with it. His daughter doesn’t see this as mean, she sees it as she needs to improve, there is no other option; she’s a stubborn one, and so failure is not a possibility, especially with Madara watching.
    • It’s because of this style of parenting that she is at the level at which she is. She knows her father, and her father is someone who does not have the time or will to deal with a mediocre child.
  • He really likes seeing her fight in the practice grounds or during chunin/jonin exams, especially if it’s against one of Tobirama’s pupils or a strong opponent, because she’s a force to be reckoned with, and it’s seldom that someone can truly beat her. Even if she’s about to be beaten, she will still stand up and keep on fighting until her enemy is done for. It doesn’t matter if she’s covered in blood or nearly out of chakra, she doesn’t stop until she has victory, and this just makes Madara so prideful. Every time she takes someone out, Madara has this little smirk across his face, because that’s his daughter right there, no one else’s.  
  • She’s most certainly one of  those girls who you’re lured in by, but you know damn sure that they could cut you to pieces at any moment.
  • I can kinda see her being a bit of a trouble maker? But she doesn’t hide it at all from Madara, she almost kinda brags about it to him? It drives him insane, because some of it he knows that he should reprimand her for it, but if she’s breaking boys hearts and making sure that people know that she’s a threat, can he really be angered with her?
    • “Here dad, I got you some of the expensive vodka.”
    • “Where did you get this? You’re not old enough to buy liquor.”
    • “I know, I stole it-”
    • “Teen Uchiha, you cannot steal-”
    • “Oh, stop. I stole it from Tobirama. Replaced his with salt water.”
    • “…” 
    • *Knows he should tell her that was wrong, but Tobirama probably deserved it and the fact that she was able to sneak into Tobirama’s liquor collection is pretty impressive…*
    • “I knew you’d understand, daddy. This is what Tobirama gets for giving my mission away to some idiot who’s going to get killed on it.”
    • *Mads just nods* “Remember dinner’s at 7…”
  • When it comes to boys, Madara had raised her to know her worth, so she’s not one who really gets into relationships in her teenage years, because she already knows that the mentality of the boys her age is not where she wants it to be. She seeks someone more mature than those her age, so for the most part she refrains from dating in her teenage years, so Madara didn’t have to deal with scaring some teenage dude.
    • OK BUT ONE TIME WHEN SHE WAS LIKE 18 SHE ALMOST STARTED DATING A 26 YEAR OLD AND MADARA ACTUALLY LOST HIS FUCKING SHIT.
  • Normally, she obeys her father, but if they get into a heated argument, both of them are so stubborn and both will put up a fight. There will be yelling and screeching; it just won’t be a good night in the Uchiha Compound. Eventually she does back down, because there’s no use at trying to win against Madara, but still, she has a personality like his, so she tries. Maybe one day she’ll succeed.
  • She’s definitely a daddy’s girl, and she’s almost always seeking his approval. That’s probably one of the weakest points in her character, because she needs that approval from Madara to be able to keep going. Madara is definitely a strict and hard father, but she’d be absolutely lost without him.
After the Rain

Summary:  When the weather gets in the way of something Gabriel needs to do, you remind him he has everything he needs right at home.  

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/tags: fluff

Word Count: 2428

Author’s Note:  This was written for @becaamm who I thought could use some fluff right now.  If nothing else, I hope this can be a happy little distraction for you. <3

It was written using April’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt:

He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day.

This one didn’t make it through my betas.  Apologies for any mistakes.  

GMC tags:  @lacqueluster   @archangel-with-a-shotgun  @ashiewesker  @revwinchester  

All the tags:  @girl-next-door-writes @sumara62 @fand0maniac @feelmyroarrrr @omgreganlove @jannalionheart  @baritonechick

Gabe tags:  @theblackenedsky @bloodstained-porcelain-doll  @pepperwoodatnight @samikitten


He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day.  It wasn’t just any day.  Today was the day.  The one where he desperately needed everything to fall into place.  As usual, the universe refused to cooperate, causing the thread of what made him an archangel to begin to fray, drawing a little more of the innate, primordial being to the surface.  

That was how you found him, staring out the sliding glass door to the deck, glowering fire and brimstone down upon the first gloriously sunny day you’d had all week.  

“Uh, Gabe?”  You’d sounded confused and more than a little wary, though the caution your words carried wasn’t the kind where you recognized the inherent danger in him.  It was where you wondered if he hadn’t somehow slipped out, drank a liquor store in your absence, and now you were going to have to keep him entertained or spend the rest of the day hiding the existence of Sparkle Fingers (his drunk alter ego aptly named for his tendency to zap things indiscriminately) from the rest of suburbia.  

Unbeknownst to you, what he was looking at was halfway across the world and under the threat of taking on some serious water.  Sure, he could snap his fingers and there’d be clear skies again, but it was one thing to clear up a little rain storm and completely another to wipe out a category four typhoon.  The latter might draw a little more attention than he hoped considering he was technically still in hiding.  Though that was mostly from the Winchesters at your insistence since the Brothers Grimm had already gotten you both respectively killed during the apocalypse.

Gabriel hadn’t argued considering how painful it had been resurrecting you once, not to mention how nearly devastating to most of North America.

“Is something wrong?” You continued when he didn’t respond.  He turned, forcing himself to rein in his vexation as he made an attempt at a convincing smile.  The excuse he gave sounded hollow to his own ears, though his tongue was more talented with those than the even weaker attempt at reassurance that followed.  The way you continued to regard him like you were trying to remember where you kept the holy oil suggested he hadn’t been very successful.  

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I Trusted You

Originally posted by finnshelby1920s


It was inevitable, right? The little brother getting jealous of the older brother for spending too much time with his girlfriend. Obviously she wanted a real working man and not a young boy, right?

“I trusted you.” Finn said angrily right before walking out. You knew he was talking to you, but you couldn’t help think some part of it was directed at Tommy, who stood with you in shock.

You sighed as Finn fled hurriedly from the betting shop, needing some fresh air.

“Is he ok?” Tommy asked between furrowed brows.

“He’s fine.” You say rolling your eyes slightly as you go to follow him out.

You find him outside, smoking a cigarette.

“Finn?” You ask as you approach him.

“This is why I didn’t want you working here. Y/N.” He says, shaking his head. You were new to the company, only officially working with the Shelby’s for a few months now at your volition. You had basically begged him for a job one night long ago now…

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I was grocery shopping today and was gonna pick up the ingredients to make one of the many wonderful recipes that @askrustynail has made for me over the years….

…BUT DAMN, MAN. WHY YOU GOTTA USE EITHER OBSCURE LIQUORS OR LIKE 1oz of 8 DIFFERENT KINDS WHERE I’D BE SPENDING $80 FOR ONE DRINK

I WAS GONNA MAKE A SOMBRA BUT BLAVOD VODKA??????????

a wiggles calls for honey and vanilla vodka but I DRANK ALL YOUR DELICIOUS HONEY VODKA ALREADY

and idk where to find godvia liquor for a spock

THIS WILL TAKE SOME INVESTIGATION and i guess a visit to like an actual store instead of just going to fresh marketttttttt