whiskey beach

Sunset and vine hahaha my un-American ass didn’t even know it was an intersection and instead thought maybe it was referring to them hanging out on a balcony/roof at sunset and laughing over stupid Vine videos and shoving their phones into the other’s face to share what dank vine they’d come across and wow-ing over the wholesome ones and my heart swelled over how freaking millennial it was and my eyes almost teared up to imagine what it’d be like when the dying amber light catches on their blond hair and makes it looks like individual strands are on fire and the shadows are crisper and darker and she’s in one of her cozy reputation-era-esque hoodie and maybe he’s lounging on a sun lounger or maybe they’re sharing one (and maybe the soundtrack of the evening is the rushing of the waves and the tinkling of I’ve in the condensation-decorated glasses that hang from their fingertips) and the beach stretches behind them and you can taste the tang of salt in the air when you stick your tongue out and how the sun’s final rays catches their eyes and strokes their faces and its just like liquid gold and blue steel (ocean blue eyes looking in mine// I feel like I might just sink and drown and die) but so warm so golden and strong just like their love and the sunlight coating them is a cocoon and metaphor for their relationship and oh gosh

Things the signs remind me of

Aries: Hiking, watching the sunrise, bagels with strawberry cream cheese, bonfires, hair pulling,contagious laughter, funny movies

Taurus: Oil painting, soft blankets, sleeping in on a Saturday, cherry blossom trees, wine, neck kisses, Indian food

Gemini: Beautiful laughter, doodling, candy canes, holding hands in the car, staying up till 3am talking on the phone, drums

Cancer: Homemade macoroni and cheese, puppies, cuddling in bed, fireplaces, smores, soft hair, rainy days, movie marathons, winged eyeliner

Leo: Summer time, sun bathing, sweet perfume, driving with the windows down, weddings, vodka, gold ink tattoos strong hugs

Virgo: Sunday mornings, clean sheets, pink lemonade, first day of spring, soft skin, shower sex, telling stories, back massages

Libra: Sweet candles, roses, oversized sweaters, the smell of autumn leaves, hot chocolate, sun dresses, green tea, opals, vanilla

Scorpio: Sapphires, fantasy forests, fireflies, Christmas lights, getting your first tattoo, outer space, violet hair dye, bitter coffee

Sagittarius: Road trips, red lipstick, learning a foregin language, aviator sunglasses, outdoor sex, Chinese food, tequila shots

Capricorn: Fog on the beach , whiskey&coke, messy sketches, french kisses, plaid flannels, pine trees, wisteria, sandlewood incense

Aquarius: Freckles, gauges, braided hair, tattoo sleeves, first snow fall, beautiful handwriting, photography, marajuna brownies

Pisces: Star gazing, watercolor paint, soft kisses, poetry, lavender, messy buns, dimpled smiles, hand veins, rib tattoos, spooning

Feet or Tails

Summary: Maiden’s Cove has always had legends of merpeople living nearby. Y/N finds out that those legends might hold some truth to them.

Warnings: gabrielxreader, merman!Gabriel, human!reader

Word Count: 713

Author: Gwen

Might write more if people like it…

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Sunny rays filtered down onto the ocean and onto the lonely fishing boat. It was nearly quiet with the steady rocking of the waves breaking the total silence, along with the fishing net being hauled up from the depths. It was a perfect day to be out at sea and the perfect weather to catch some fish.

Just as the last of the net was hauled up, the silence broke with the old fisherman crying out. “Balls!” He threw down his trucker hat before marching over to the sliced holes in his net. “Damn net!”

A shadowy figure nearby smirked, knowing that the planned worked as he could hear the old fisherman’s shouts. Careful not to be seen the figure swam away, diving deeper so he wouldn’t be detected.

“I know you’re out there!” The fisherman narrowed his eyes at the gentle lapping water.

The salty air smelled like home to you as you biked your way down to the docks. You smiled over at some of the fishermen you knew, getting a friendly ‘Hello’ back. You slowed your speed as you neared the fishing boat you had set out for, Karen.

“Bobby!” You called out, coming to a stop near the beat-up boat. Sure, it still worked, but it could use some paint. “It’s Y/N.”

“Ya, I know who it is.” He came out of the cabin, greeting you with a hug. “Only girl that comes hollering for me these days.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sure you make all the ladies weak in the knees at the Roadhouse.” You smiled.

“Don’t know about that.” He turned, grabbing a small cooler from the boat.

“What’d you get today?” You leaned over.

“Not much.” He popped the cover off, showing off a few small crabs and small fish. “Damn nets got cut again.”

“Third time this week, huh?” You searched through your purse for the money you owed him. You had a good arrangement with Bobby as he sold most of his catches to Crossroads the fancy restaurant in town, but the smaller catches he sold to you. Any other fisherman would’ve thrown them back in the ocean, but Bobby knew your father when he was alive and wanted to make sure that you were provided for. It was sweet and over time, Bobby became like a father to you. “Don’t tell me you pissed off the wrong person.” You handed him over the money as he set the cooler in front of you.

“More like thing.” He muttered. “Called Maiden’s Cove for a reason.” He didn’t bother to count the bills as he slipped them into his wallet.

“You mean those mermaid legends?” You rolled your eyes.

“Legends start from somewhere.”

“Okay, Bobby.” You gave him a small smile, taking the cooler and strapping it to your bike. “See you tomorrow?”

“Sure, if Crowley doesn’t skin me alive first.”

“I’m sure lots of fishermen have problems with their nets. Maybe try a different location.” You suggested, getting on your bike. “And maybe this is how mermaids flirt.” You teased. “Gotta get your attention somehow.”

“Sure.” He rolled his eyes.

“See you later, Bobby.”

“Take care, Y/N.”

Gliding past the fishing boat from earlier in the day, the figure made his way to the sandy beach. His whiskey eyes darted over the land, making sure no humans were in sight. Thankfully most were occupied in the nearby Crossroads restaurant or the Roadhouse.

Solid feet pushed against the sand and the figure walked out from the water. He grabbed a hidden duffle from the shed that everyone ignored. It was worn with half the roof collapsing, but it wasn’t a problem so no one ever bothered with it.

He quickly dried himself off, then slipped into a pair of dark washed jeans, a maroon button up and some boots. Sweeping back his honey brown hair, he was satisfied that he looked good and hid the duffle back where it was.

He sauntered up the sidewalk and headed toward the Roadhouse. The only clue he left behind of who or what he was, was the small golden scale in the sand. But with any luck, it’d be gone by morning. Washed away with the tide, much like the figure who emerged from the ocean.

Originally posted by adalbertfrigidus

Book by Book Whiskey Beach

Whiskey Beach by Nora Roberts


I’ve always loved anything Nora Roberts does, Whiskey Beach was not a disappointment her characters are always witty and entertaining and as always I can’t wait for more


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“’These make my legs look like tree stumps.’

‘They do not. I’d never let you wear pants that made your legs look like tree stumps. You’re insulting my code of friendship.’"