#top selling beer drinking t-shirt

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

I Only Drink Hamms 3 Days A Week Yesterday Today and Tomorrow T-Shirt

Hamms Beer I Only Drink Hamms 3 Days A Week Yesterday Today and Tomorrow designed T-Shirt is perfect for the Hamm’s Beer Lover or the Hamm’s Beer Collector! This t-shirt makes a perfect Hamm's Beer and Bear Collector Gift!

Get comfortable with our 100% cotton crew neck t-shirts. Made of 100% soft cotton for a smooth, breathable fit. Pre-shrunk cotton tees are perfect for layering or wearing alone. Lightweight fabric keeps you cool and dry so you can look great and feel great all day.

The perfect tee shirt for a modern casual look. Not too long so you can wear these untucked with a pair of jeans or chinos. Looks great under a casual blazer and jeans for a relaxed Friday style. Stylish and versatile everyday crew neck tees are a wardrobe staple.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

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Hamms Beer I Only Drink Hamms 3 Days A Week Yesterday Today and Tomorrow designed T-Shirt is perfect for the Hamm’s Beer Lover or the Hamm’s Beer Collector! This t-shirt makes a perfect Hamm's Beer and Bear Collector Gift!

Get comfortable with our 100% cotton crew neck t-shirts. Made of 100% soft cotton for a smooth, breathable fit. Pre-shrunk cotton tees are perfect for layering or wearing alone. Lightweight fabric keeps you cool and dry so you can look great and feel great all day.

The perfect tee shirt for a modern casual look. Not too long so you can wear these untucked with a pair of jeans or chinos. Looks great under a casual blazer and jeans for a relaxed Friday style. Stylish and versatile everyday crew neck tees are a wardrobe staple.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie realized that he loved Steve Harrington moments before he would come over to his house (his brand new, government issued house) to hang out. It wouldn't be the first time that they had hung out but it would be the first time that did it alone. Eddie was freaking out about it but he didn't have weed on him, having stopped selling after the whole Vecna situation. He would occasionally buy from Rick but he never sold anymore and even if he wanted to, no one would buy from him. He was cleared of all charges but the opinion of the public court said differently. To sum up, he only had beer. It would have to do.

He was well and truly drunk by the time Steve knocked on his door. Hey, at least he wasn't freaking out about it anymore. Eddie opened the door, grinning. Steve stood there in his stupidly tight polo t-shirt, his stupidly tight jeans, and his stupidly nice hair perched on top of his perfectly shaped square head. His pretty pink lips were stretched into a happy smile.

"God, you're hot," Eddie said.

"What?!" Steve asked, his smile dropping as he looked at Eddie in surprise.

"I said, "God, you're hot." Jeeze, Harrington, get your fantasy ass in here already," Eddie said and slapped said ass while he walked passed him.

"Jesus, Eddie. . .are you drunk?" Steve asked. "And did you mean fantastic ass?"

"I said what I said, baby. Your ass looks too good to be real. . .it's a fantasy," Eddie replied, slurring.

"Why the hell did you invite me over here if you were just going to get drunk?" Steve asked him with his hands on his hips.

"I was nervous about hanging out with you alone," he whispered in Steve's ear.

"Why?" Steve asked. "Were you worried about something I would do because you know, those King Steve days are over. . .?"

"You don't understand!" He whined stomping his feet and burrowed into Steve’s arms then began to cry. "I love you so damn much, Steve, that it hurts. I don't hate you, you were never King Steve, just Sweet Stevie hiding behind a mask. I want to take care of you, can I please take care of you?! Please, baby? Can you let me love you and take care of you? Forever?? I've noticed Stevie, you do sssmuch for people, sssjust lets me be your baddy, otay?"

"Okay, you're not making any sense, how about I take care of you for tonight?" Steve asked.

Eddie nodded and burrowed his face into Steve’s neck, nuzzling it. He jumped up and wrapped his legs tightly around Steve’s waist.

"Take me to sled, Sleeve," Eddie slurred.

"Is that a new nickname? Sleeve?" Steve asked. "Come on, let's get some water in you."

"I want put something in you. What was it? Something, something.  .  . Blocks? No. . .," Eddie said and Steve could feel him frown into his shoulder.

Steve walked into the kitchen and somehow managed to get a bottle of water for Eddie while still holding him. Eddie was clinging more tightly to him than a koala clinging to its mother. Steve ended up stumbling onto his bed with Eddie in his lap. The metalhead pulled back to look at him.

"Okay, here, drink this water," Steve said, and Eddie pursed his lips for him to do it, causing Steve to sigh loudly.

He put the bottle to Eddie's lips and titled his head back, moving Eddie around on his lap to get a better angle. Eddie giggled when he finished.

"I'm a baby. . .I'm your baby," Eddie giggled.

"You're going to be so embarrassed when you wake up tomorrow," Steve said laughing. "If you even remember."

When Steve tried to get him to change into pajamas, Eddie giggled and blushed, insisting that he could do it himself. When Steve turned around Eddie had managed to turn both his shirt and bottoms inside out. It would have to be enough, Steve had decided. He got him into bed and tucked him in while getting him to drink some more water. He placed a trashcan by the bed, took off his pants and climbed into bed beside Eddie.

"Are we having a sleepover, Sleevy?" Eddie asked sleepily.

"Yeah, I gotta make sure you don't choke on your vomit, Eds," Steve said.

"I love you, Sleeve," Eddie mumbled and snuggled into his side.

Eddie drifted off into unconsciousness before he could even hear what Steve said back to him or feel the gentle kiss to his forehead that Steve gave him. When Eddie woke up the next morning, his head was aching and Steve was putting on his pants. Eddie groaned at the light that drifted through his bedroom and closed his eyes again, shutting out the light.

"Hey," he heard Steve whisper softly. "There's aspirin by your bed. I've got to go home and get ready for work but we'll talk this afternoon?"

"Yeah, have a good day," Eddie mumbled sleepily.

He burrowed his head into the pillow, not yet awake but not really asleep. He's not sure how much time passed when he finally remembered and Eddie tumbled out of his bed, running to the door. When he ran outside, Steve was already gone and Eddie cursed as he ran his hands through his hair.

I love you so damn much, Steve.

I want to take care of you.

I love you, Sleeve.

We'll talk this afternoon?

Oh, Eddie was so screwed. Well, Steve couldn't reject him if he couldn't find him. Eddie went to take a shower, and then he packed a bag. It looked like he was going to Indianapolis for the weekend. Maybe if he stayed away, Steve would decide to just drop it, and they don't have to say anything on the embarrassing subject. Please, Steve, just drop it.

******************************************

Steve had thought of nothing but Eddie all day, the way he threw himself into Steve’s arms and the declaration of love he spewed as he cried into his neck. He thought about all the times Eddie had looked at him and how Steve looked back at him. He thought about how it made him feel, he knew it as soon as Eddie snuggled into his side and Steve said the words back to him. He loved Eddie. He was in love with Eddie Munson.

"Hello?? Earth to Dingus?!!" Robin exclaimed. "What the hell is wrong with you? I have been calling your name for like ten minutes, what's up?"

"I'm in love with Eddie," Steve blurted.

"I'm sorry, come again?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

"I'm in love with Eddie Munson," Steve said as he locked the front door, turning the sign to closed.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Ladies Man Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson. . .a man?" Robin asked, her eyebrows raised.

Steve sighed and told her about how when he showed up at Eddie's he had been drunk.

"When he sat in my lap and called himself 'my baby' all I could think about was 'He is my baby, I want him to be my baby'! It's ridiculous, Robin!" Steve exclaimed and then he paused, softening his voice. "I want him to be my Eddie, I want him to be my boyfriend!"

"Oh my God! You've got it so bad!" Robin exclaimed and burst into laughter. "You going to tell him, Romeo?"

"Yes, this evening," Steve said, running his hand through his hair.

"Well, you already know he loves you so there's nothing to worry about," Robin replied.

"Unless he didn't mean it," Steve said with a snort and Robin shook her head. "What does this make me?"

"You still like girls?"

"Yeah, so. . .bisexual?"

"Bisexual."

"Cool."

"Yeah."

******************************************

Steve smoothed his hair and fixed his shirt after he got into his car. Come on, Harrington, you've got this. Go get your man. When he arrived at the house, there wasn't a vehicle in sight. Wayne was probably working nights but he wasn't sure where Eddie was, he had told him he needed to talk with him. Steve frowned and noticed a piece of paper attached to the door. He walked up the porch steps and looked at the note written in Eddie's handwriting.

Uncle Wayne,

I know this is last minute but I needed to get away. I've gone to Indianapolis, gonna check out the record store and probably going to see Danny. I know you're just going to worry anyway but please don't! Love you! I will be back Monday.

Eddie

A pit of jealousy filled Steve’s belly. Who the fuck was Danny?

******************************************

The weekend passed rather slowly and Steve spent it pouting, trying his hardest not to complain too much about it. When Monday finally rolled around, Steve showed up to the Munson home to talk to Eddie but Wayne claimed that Eddie was sick and sleeping it off. He looked annoyed so Steve didn't press him further and left, asking Wayne to tell Eddie to give him a call. Steve waited all week for the call that never came and he finally had enough of Eddie avoiding him. He decided to do something about it.

He pulled into the high school parking, picking up the kids from Hellfire when he spotted Eddie's van. Steve grinned when he got the idea. He was early so he had enough time to do what he needed to do. He had just finished whe he heard them spilling out of the building. Steve was leaning against his BMW when he caught the sight of Eddie looking his way. His eyes widened in panic, said a quick goodbye to the others, and ran to his van. Steve smirked and watched as he tried to start his van but failed. He walked up to the van and knocked on the window. He saw Eddie sigh and roll down the window.

"You need this to start your van, right?" Steve asked holding up the car part and Eddie tried to grab for it but Steve stepped back. "No, you and I are going to talk, there's no running away this -"

Eddie got out on the other side of the van and took off before Steve could finish his sentence. Steve didn't waste anytime chasing after the metalhead who was currently zig zagging through the parking lot.

"Are you serious, Eddie?! Come on, Eddie, let's just talk!"

"No!"

Zig.

"Eddie, come on, you're being crazy!"

Zag.

"You're the one that's chasing me!"

Zig.

"Stop running and fucking talk to me?!"

"You can't reject me if you can't catch me!!"

Meanwhile, the members of Hellfire were watching the scene unfold before their eyes.

"What the hell is going on here? What are we watching?" Dustin asked.

"Looks like Eddie did something embarrassing and now he's try to run away from it," Gareth said and sighed. "He's done something like this before. Don't worry, he'll get tired eventually."

They watched as he ran off it into the woods with Steve on his trail. It was dark out so the members of the party couldn't let them go alone in the woods, knowing what had once bumped in the night. They pulled out their flashlights and nodded their heads for the other members of Hellfire to follow. They walked into the woods and followed the sounds of yelling. They found Steve chasing Eddie around the picnic, trying to make a grab for him.

"Oh, for God's sakes! Eddie, would you just stay still and listen to me!"

"No!"

"Eddie!"

"No!"

"I love you too, you idiot!"

Eddie stopped so suddenly that he tripped on the edge of the picnic table. He face planted directly into the grass. Steve took the opportunity to straddle his back.

"Now, are you going to stop running and listen to me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said, his voice muffled by the grass.

Steve got up, pulling him up and into his arms. He sat down on the bench and held Eddie tightly on his lap so he wouldn't escape.

"I am so in love you, Eddie Munson, it hurts and I'll let you take care of me if you'll let me do the same for you. Okay?" Steve asked. "This is real for me and I hope you meant everything that you said that night. If you didn't, I totally understand. I can handle being friends with you, I would just need some time to get over you."

"Steve," Eddie said softly, cupping his face. "I love you."

Steve leaned into his hand, sniffling, his eyes filled with unshed tears. Eddie leaned forward and kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around his neck as he pulled him closer. Steve deepened the kiss, his face wet with tears. The sudden eruption of cheers and hollers caused them to jump away from each other.

"I fucking knew it!" Dustin's voice yelled from the treeline.

"Shut up! You did not!" Lucas exclaimed.

The other members of Hellfire stood at the treeline, flashlights pointed at the ground as they grinned.

"So, you're okay with this?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Steven, I have known about your sexual and romantic feelings for my dungeon master longer than you have," Dustin explained and Eddie giggled causing Steve to narrow his eyes at him.

"Hey, Eddie, care to tell me who Danny is?" Steve asked his boyfriend, his hands on his hips.

"Shit."

[beefrobeefcal]

Idk why but the first thots that came to mind adds Mall Food thots. Like the pretzel kiosks that sell warm pretzels, salty and savory with cheese dipping sauce. You sit at a little two person table in the corner of one of the many mall hallways, breaking off pieces of the pretzel and feeding it to chubby!Dave. Maybe when he's much bigger and (if you wanted to explore more) enjoying his subby side more. **Though it could be any pboy, including Joel pre-outbreak.** Maybe you have him save the table and wait in line, looking at the list of treats he wanted like a classic pretzel (or three), cinnamon sugar pretzel bites, and a milkshake or slushie. When you get to the counter and start ordering the cashier asks "Oh this is for a party? We can do a party box if you give us a half hour. It'll take longer but it's cheaper, you get more food, and a free T-shirt." You agree and pay. "I'll take a medium". You go back to Dave and tell him it'll be a bit of a wait so you go shopping. Then later ... you come back and Dave eats most of the food at the mall. submitted by @neverwheremoonchild

🍿 Another mall thot. You go on a couples date with Dave York after having another baby (first time out of the house in a while) to the movies at the shopping mall. Dave gets a ton of snacks and food, even a beer. You literally just get a cup of ice but then nibble on some of Dave's nachos and popcorn. After he's eaten a ton of his food and is just laying in the chair watching the movie and in a comatose state from the delicious snacks, you get up to go to the bathroom and get a small soda. The cashier flirts with you at concessions and gives you a free large popcorn with your drink after you mention to them you've had three kids. They claim there's no way, that you look way too amazing while keeping their eyes on your breasts when you say thank you and leave for the dark theater. You're feeling good about yourself and sexy (it's fiction so why not) and you move Dave's popcorn bucket on top of your head and silently thank your husband for getting seats in the way back. You go to town and slurp super loudly on his member during the loud action scenes, stroking him and eventually riding on top during all the others. submitted by @neverwheremoonchild

Mall pretzels slap, Nevy...

And are you kidding me with this delicious synopsis? YOU MEAN YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME WHEN YOU GAVE US SUBBY CHUBBY JOEL???

I'm honored 🤗

and horny.

and my other WIP's will be weeping when I break the news to them.

BUT OH WELL!

I-think-we're-alone-now regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

[thesoftboiledegg]

One of the malls in my area has a store that sells pub/man cave decorations. I'd walked past it before, thinking "Naaah, they won't have Rick and Morty stuff." But lo and behold...

Strategically placed next to the stoner signs! They also had this poster with fan art that's been ripped off and reproduced countless times:

The original art is on Deviantart, and the artist is aware of the theft. Pretty shitty. Anyway, I guess you can add beer-drinking man cave dads to the list of Rick and Morty fans.

Speaking of stolen art, I hoped that the knockoff streetwear store would have some new designs, but nope. Just a hoodie with a discolored version of that season one image that we've all seen a million times.

Charlotte Russe had a couple of cute T-shirts. Can't beat the designs at women's clothing stores.

Wheeeee!

Hot Topic had a single item: a Rick Sanchez lapel pin. I thought that lapel pins were for formal events, but OK, lol. I guess there's no reason you couldn't wear it.

Hot Topic's stock seems to be dwindling because I find fewer items every time I go in there. But as always, Spencer's is on it.

Mugs! I love it when the merchandise gets trippy.

Why do they keep making merchandise out of one of the most fucked-up episodes in the show? I wouldn't drink out of that glass. It's cursed!

Tumblers on the top shelf. I guess you have to be as tall as Rick to reach them.

Bag for your ear gauges.

Lanyards! Now you can wear a screaming Morty around your neck.

And if Rick flipping you off once wasn't enough, you can also wear this accompanying hat.

Complete your outfit with Rick and Morty socks.

I love the art and color scheme on this poster. Definitely one of the better merchandise designs. I don't see the point in reproducing generic images from the show when you can hire an artist to draw great artwork that you won't see anywhere else.

[trashbag-baby666]

Bighorn Mountainside-Luztoye

Chapter Three.

Chapter Summary: Joe meets George for the first time. They find themselves at Bills party together.

WC: 1,752.

C/W: mentions of underage drinking.

Series Masterlist!

Joe climbed into his truck in the driveway tossing his moms tote bag in the passenger's seat. She had finished making some of her strawberry scones to take into Rosebud cafe for them to sell. Once a week she would whip something up from her garden for Nix to sell at the cafe.

His Ma got closer with Dick and Lew after Joe's accident since Dick was his doctor and they frequented the cafe. Then it turned to having dinner at either house every Saturday evening.

Joe powered up the rusty red truck plugging his phone in to play his carefully curated playlist.

Joe liked driving into town. It took about ten-fifteen minutes and he used it as time to himself to think.

Joe pulled into a parking spot next to the cafe and turned the ignition off. Grabbing the bag he shut the door and walked in.

Joe stopped as he looked up making eye contact with a short boy from behind the counter. He had floppy light brown hair, a t-shirt with the Rosebud logo on it, and big brown eyes staring down Joe. Not in a mad way but in one of shock.

Shit.

All Joe thought to himself did he take an awkward step and now he was waiting for him to trip over himself. Joe was used to the stares and the looks whenever he missed a step or did something deemed unnatural.

“Hey, is Lew here?” Joe walked with an awkward stiffness to his steps to the bar top.

“Oh, uh no he ran out to go get some produce from the store. Babe is in the bathroom. Do you wanna wait for him?” The boy tossed the rag in the sink.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for him. Has he told you about his ducks?” Joe tried to make small talk.

“Yes, Katniss and Peeta.” the boy stifled a laugh. Now that Joe was closer he could see a few freckles. He wasn’t gonna lie, this boy was attractive.

“I said that it should’ve been Edward and Bella. Maybe get another duck and name it Jacob.” Joe smiled, Joe loved Twilight. Another one of his guilty pleasure things, he loved the movies and the books.

“Team Edward or Jacob?” the other boy asked right away.

“Oh, Edward! All the way!” He laughed.

“100%. I’m Joe by the way.” Joe offered a calloused hand.

“George,” he shook it, “Babes my neighbor. I just moved here two weeks ago from Virginia.”

“Born and raised here.” Joe nodded. Then like on cue Babe swung the doors open from the kitchen.

“Oh hey Joe. So you met George?” Babe wiped his wet hands on his khaki shorts.

“Yep, I brought some scones my Ma made.” Joe opened the tote bag, taking out the two large containers and handing them to Babe.

“They smell delightful.” Babe grabbed a pair of tongs out from under the bar and grabbed one from a container. Babe dropped it in his hand and took a fairly large bite.

George and Joe watched Babe. Joe had known Babe since kindergarten and he’s forever been kind of a weird dude.

“Oh my fucking god these are so good.” Babe smiled as he swallowed, “Here try it George.”

George awkwardly took the bitten out of scone from Babes hand where he offered it to him. George took a bite nodding his head in agreement.

“Your Ma sure knows how to bake.” George hummed as Babe took the scone, eating the rest of it. George took the containers and put them in the bakery item case.

“Are you going to Bill's barn party tonight?” Babe asked Joe.

“Yeah, I’ll stop by, snag some beers from him.” Joe said. Bill Guarnere, Joe's best friend in the entire world. He also met him in Kindergarten but they would see each other at the rodeos and county fair showing animals. Bill lived on a big dairy farm, every once in a while throwing a party in one of the unused barns on his parents property.

“Barn party?” George raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t tell me it was in a barn.”

“That's like the only way we party here, that or in corn fields.” Joe smirked.

“We're not in Virginia anymore George,” Babe clapped him on the shoulder.

“I’ll be there but if I don’t get back to the ranch soon, my dad will have my head.” Joe stood up from the barstool grabbing the bag.

“See ya later Joe.” Babe waved.

“Nice meeting you George.” Joe waved and walked back out.

Joe stood in his bedroom on facetime with Web as he got ready. “What are you wearing tonight?” Web hummed as he watched Joe rummage through his closet.

Joe turned looking at his phone and let out a sigh.

Joe hated that Web just said that now he feels like a teenage girl dressing to impress a boy. Well he kind of was.

“Clothes,” Joe huffed. He couldn’t believe he chose Web to facetime with while he got ready. Well of course he chose Web so he could talk to him about George without it getting out there. If he talked to Babe the whole town would know in about two minutes, if he called Gene, Gene would for sure be with Babe.

Whenever Gene isn’t at Babes house Joe does call him to talk about things.

Joe can be vulnerable with Gene and he sort of understands Joe's struggle.

Bill would be his second choice from Web but Bill was out buying alcohol and raiding the fridge in the garage for shitty bear.

Bill's parents were out of town at some dairy farming convention so in Bill's eyes it meant time to party.

“So have you met George yet?” David asked as Joe grabbed a cleanish pair of black jeans from his floor and a rodeo club shirt from his dresser.

“Yeah I met him this morning. He’s a funny guy, not funny like Babe funny. but funny.” Joe went out of view of his phone and changed his clothes, “Can I ask you something?

“If it's to wear cowboy boots or sneakers you know what I’m gonna say already.” David chuckled.

“Oh I’m wearing my boots, there's gonna be a high chance I’ll have to go walking through mud, hay, and cow shit tonight.” Joe smirked, grabbing his black cowboy hat off of a rack of cowboy hats and tried it on in the mirror.

“I can’t believe this is where my grandma decided to settle after moving here from Germany.” Web rolled his eyes. Web lived with his grandma who emigrated here from Germany as a young girl after the war. David lived with her because his parents were the opposite of emotionally available.

“No but…I uh… I thought George was pretty cute.” Joe let out a sigh sitting in his desk chair picking his phone up.

Web looked down at the phone taking a break from whatever was on his laptop screen. His jaw agape slightly, his eyes wide. He grabbed his glasses off his face and made the face again, “Joe? Joe Toye has a crush?”

“It’s not a crush. I don’t even know the guy! I just know he's got pretty eyes and freckles.” Joe blushed looking at his friend.

“You’re blushing Joe be so for real.” David laughed.

“Shut up.” Joe hung up on Web, he grabbed his cowboy hat and his keys slipping on his cowboy boots.

Joe took a look at himself in the one mirror in his room and decided this was a good enough outfit.

Joe drove down the dirt road as the sun began to set behind the mountains. Joe pulled into the long gravel driveway. He swung his truck next to Babe's little car. Putting it in park, turning it off and he got out. He locked it and pocketed his keys walking towards the barn.

Joe walked into the barn, the doors wide open. Music bumping, the smell of beer in the air, indistinct sounds of people's conversations.

Joe walked over to the corner of the barn where there were a few fold out tables. Then the beer pong table Lieb painted for their friend group two years ago. Joe grabbed a red solo cup and then the hose on the keg filling his drink.

Joe walked around looking for his friends, pretty much every teenager in the city was here.

Bill by no means knew all of them but Bill had a reputation.

“Joe,” Lieb clapped Joe on the shoulder.

“Joe,” he laughed, turning around and looking at the smaller Joe.

“Just get here?” Lieb raised an eyebrow taking a drink from his can of White Claw.

“Did the white girl give that to you?” Joe laughed, they always made fun of Web for being a seltzer guy. He loved his white girl drinks.

“I’m finishing it for him, he’s my ride tonight. But you know I’ll get Web to play beer pong with me later. Then we’ll end up passed out on Bill's couch.” Lieb shrugged, “Web told me about George.”

“God forbid.” Joe rolled his eyes, “Make sure Babe isn’t told about it.”

“Do you not want to give him a shot? He’s a sweet kid.” Lieb hummed.

“I don’t really know him Lieb, I can’t really make a decision till I know him better.” Joe shrugged, chugging his beer down before grabbing a can of bud light.

“Well then let's go get to know him,” Lieb led Joe over to where Babe and George sat on some hay bales talking.

“Sup Babe,” Lieb walked over to the two.

“Hey,” Babe smiled standing up.

“George,” Joe waved to him sitting down on a hay bale next to him.

“This is like nothing I've ever seen before.” George laughed, holding his cup with both his hands.

“How is it different?” Joe looked over at George, George looked down at the liquid in the cup.

“Normally it’s in a house or on a beach.” George giggled, “Plus I don’t feel like I’m about to get hate crimed.”

“That isn’t gonna happen, most of Bill's friends are gay. All the other guys know not to fuck with any of Bills friends.” Joe reassured George.

“That’s comforting to know,” George took a drink.

“Do you wanna play us in cup pong?” Babe leaned against Lieb. Joe looked over at George.

“Sure,” George stood up.

“Sounds good to me,” Joe followed them to the beer pong table.

[chronicparagon]

Buc-ee's Part One

Everyone...It is time.

It's time that I share about one of the largest convenience stores that Harmony loves so much. It is none other than Buc-ees!

The following show pictures and some information about the store. Because this is a store Harmony loves, it will also be under musings (tagged as Few Favorite Things).

Part Two of the post is here: Link

Please keep in mind there will be a lot of pictures of food.

The first picture is the sign without the sun on it. I went there twice, once on the way to the airport and again on my way back to my town. However, these pictures don't do the outside justice because it is a MASSIVE store. I'm not sure if other locations are as big as the one I went to though.

So, the first step inside reveals a lot going on. There is a wall of sodas, beers, and other drinks on one end with coolers and snacks lined up. The back of the middle is the stations like soda fountains, bakery, and other stations that serve hot food like burritos and tacos. The other side of the store has Buc-ees clothing, home decor, bath and beauty, and the other side has more items like souvenirs specific for Texas (since this location and many Buc-ees locations are in Texas). the center of the store has stations for BBQ, grab and go, fudge, cookie dough, and check out.

The following pictures will show various sections and products.

There is actually a vast selection of clothing with displays changing. There are t-shirts, sleepwear, swimwear, tank tops, even cardigans with the cute beaver logo.

There are also toys...Including the truck full of plushies!

There are other items too like mugs, cups, bags, and sippers to name a few!

The home decor isn't far from the clothing and toys section. The cow skull decor was something I didn't expect.

And of course...The food. We can't forget about that! The next photos are some of the stations and food there like their house made potato chips called Beaver chips and their brand snacks.

Their bakery sells cinnamon rolls, cookies, kolaches, danishes, and other pastries, some are sweet and others are savory. There is also a section that sells all kinds of jerky.

[yllowpages]

They've been at it for ... a few weeks now. ' It ' being each other ... At least, that's what they're trying to sell with this whole ' fake dating ' ploy. ( Only the great minds of Hollywood could come up with a PR stunt like this. ) They're practically in the honeymoon phase — or would be. It's clear they have at least both settled into these off-screen roles, on top of their on-screen ones. They were actually getting to know each other. They even got a shorthand going between them and it'd gotten so comfortable that, for a second, it felt like the whole thing was unshakable. Until like ... twenty minutes ago.

The whole vibe had shifted. The ' make sure they're seen going into one of their respective places of residence ' plan had been pulled off plenty of times by now. They get seen together, maybe with a little canoodling, then they get inside and sit on opposite ends of a couch while they kill time before one of them leaves or one of them sleeps on the sofa. Easy peasy, usually. Ending up on the pool, admittedly, wasn't part of the plan.

But what can he say? They got caught up in the moment. She shoved him, he pulled her — tale as old as time. And, for once, he's hoping she didn't notice the way he was looking at her ( but maybe he's trying to ignore it himself ) . It really just ... got away from him, he thinks. Shit, once second longer and he would have leaned in. But the doorbell rang — thank god — so he had to drag himself, sopping wet, out of the pool and take care of that. ( How many pizza delivery kids can say they saw Johnny Cage answer his door fully clothed but dripping head-to-toe? )

They're both mostly dried off, changed — he lent her some sweats and a t-shirt, like a gentleman — and now they're actually settling in to eat. Johnny sets a couple of plates down on the floor of his at-home cinema, where they've decided on dinner and a movie ... on opposite sides of the aisle. ( Like nothing ever even happened ... ) After the plates, a couple of beers : peace offering, sort of. ❝ I feel like we're already pretty even, all things considered, ❞ he says, lighthearted, as he sits down on the floor, ❝ Even if you did start it. ❞ There's a warm, practically sweet, smile on his lips while he flips open one of the pizza boxes. ❝ But call this an apology — I guess. ❞ He gets an amused scoff in response and he watches her smile out of the corner of his eye —

❝ You’re not who I thought you were. ❞

It's not that the comment catches him by surprise ( he's gotten that one a few times ) but, coming from Jordan ... he must be doing something right. By all accounts, it's a nice moment. Heartfelt. In the movies, this is where the tough, misunderstood romantic male lead blushes, says something charming like, ' Well, most people don't really take the time to get to know me. ' But not Johnny. No, he just can't help the good-natured smirk that comes onto his face when he says, practically in a chuckle, ❝ I knew it. ❞ Instead of the love interest, it's like he becomes the little kid on the playground running circles around his classmate, just to mess with them. He pulls a slice of pizza from the box and places it on his plate ; he lifts his thumb to his lips and quickly licks off some grease and seasoning before grabbing his beer. Johnny looks up at Jordan now. At this exact moment, yeah, he's got a little bit of that butterfly feeling deep down in his stomach ( like the pool ) just at the thought of this. But not even that will get him to resist the urge to make eye-contact and still tease, ❝ You like me. ❞ He takes a drink. ( It's all in good fun, right? )

@survivall

[the-firebird69]

So this morning I got a call from my husband and he said this is it right here is it come to think of it I think that tab would be good too if we can get away with it people say no but it goes down easier I don't know if it would sell because I think we have an old cans so probably should go with a new opener and I looked at it and I said we'll put our label on it on the other side it looks better and they said no then they said yes then they said you should put generic on there and I heard my husband saying I don't think so I think you put beer the long way and they said why I said your fingers going on it and it looks more impressive and people to see what it is from far distance so he laughed and said that's a joke right there so we're going to produce this and we have a real label it's a real Brewer and the other company had a label small but we're going to put a big on the other side and it is nice looking and it's formal it kind of lends to the fact that it's a real beer but when it's sideways and they think it's fun and they don't think it's weird so they're going to go ahead and drink it and we're going to go ahead and produce tons of it it's cheaper when it's one color and black and white it's less expensive beer to make and to distribute and people will accept it and they will accept more of it eventually so we're starting to market it and my husband came up with a shirt a t-shirt and we might have them distribute these for free as we're promotional and BJ will try and take the company over stuff like that we should try and do each of us has our own pet projects and we're doing them and we have a master project to get him stuff and we all want to do it and we all want to master project to succeed so we can start doing more Master projects and our individual ones I like this one because he wants me to do it and he said it too and he does and I can do that and have these girls and stuff and that's what they do it kind of hoes but that is what they do and they get it out there

Hera

I think that's great and I'm happy that you like it I like it too and it's something fun because you can show up there's a whole bunch of them there and I'll say that they're you and you're used to it and I can sort of see you it's kind of tough but I do understand and really I can make some money and soak it can and he can drink a few beers and we sell tons of it he could

Zues

He drinks a few beers on the weekend it comes out by the Monday or Tuesday and he's clean and if it's Saturday I need some drinks and stuff there's nothing left and if he has a little he says cough syrup and he gets away with it people do it all the time it's been such a small amount cuz he doesn't drink too much which is not true. And he knows how to do it this would be harder but he'd be making money and it make him a deal as a matter of fact we're going to cut him one

Hera

Oh my own deer label and he says that's fine but we need to sell this beer too and your beer would be like a large wet pilsner glass bottle with the old cork top but it's a rubber stopper. So that was my friend and I think he's right it's a classy beer and it has to do with me having super powers and I think they're like 18 Oz and they're big and probably green bottle and it would be a long neck and he's right this is a great idea in the old days used to have the same it went around the neck of the beer and you can hold it by the stopper and then you unpop the stopper and you pop the stopper back in I only go ahead and do this this is nice because these guys like to drink that way be a reasonable price too the other one is to plastic bottles and he's going to put the beer in it he says he can put yours in cuz it's going to be a decent beer and I do understand inexpensive but decent and the plastic is reserved for the generic beer there's a bunch of beer that came out the other day but really this would be great

Ken

I like it and we're going to do it and we're going to start contests with the t-shirt and other stuff it's going to be great

Hera

Olympus

I've got ideas now we started it and really we can make it go worldwide quick especially with Frankie lupena selling it if we can sign him up and his stuff sells fast but we want to sell his brand beer not our generic one and he likes it and it look like WB Mason guy

Thor Freya

It's not my image but I do have one similar and yeah that would be great

Ken

[deanszeppelinlover]

AHH I'M SO GLAD YOU WRITE FOR TASM NOW okok what if the reader has to go away for a few days and Peter can't come with cause he needs to stay in New York for Spider-Man business. He keeps bugging you about phone sex and you finally do it? aj;df ja;wifj wef it's been so long since I requested -🥦

Miss Your face

The way that I've had a phone sex fic just sitting in my drafts and then u request this.... I need to bring back emoji anons for this reason.

A/N: This can be interpreted for any Spider-Man! I kinda wrote this in my mental image of Andrew's Peter Parker but there's very little external plot so you can imagine it how you please!

Word count: 2.5k (Part 2 coming soon)

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned.

Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) MINORS DNI, soooo much dirty talk, pet names (Angel, Dove, Baby, Bunny, Pretty girl ect.), Peter is referred to as daddy twice, mutual masterbation. Dom!Peter giving orders. (Casual drinking and slightly tipsy characters??)

Your shoulders slumped and you let a heavy sigh escape you as the hotel room door shut behind you. You truly loved your co-workers, but an entire week with them was a bit too much. At least corporate got you all semi-nice rooms. All you really cared about at the moment was the queen bed on the far end of the room.

You quickly kicked your heels off at the door and your work clothes went on the floor beside it. Left in only panties and a bra, you step to your bag in the chair next to your bed. You dug Peter's shirt out from the bottom and slipped it over you. Not only was it comfy and smelled like heaven, but it was also funny as hell. A little bit after Peter told you his secret you saw a man on the street selling Spider-Man t-shirts. You bought it and gave it to him as a funny little gift.

Finally in some comfy clothes, you flopped on the bed like a starfish. You loved Peter, but he was a total bed hog. Having a queen bed all to yourself was incredibly satisfying. After taking it all in you checked your phone for the time. You were exhausted and it was only seven o'clock. You unlocked the screen to see a message from Peter.

'Hey baby, just checking in. Totally bored tonight. Went swinging for a bit, but it's quiet out. Miss you.'

You smiled at your phone. Peter was the kinda guy who needs to tell you every detail of his day before bed. The text was short, but you could tell by the 'totally bored' that he was looking for some attention. You decided to call him up.

"Hey, baby!" He answered before the second ring.

"Hey, Peter." You smiled.

"Can you video call me? I miss your face."

"Yeah, hang on." You rolled over on your tummy and propped your phone on the nightstand next to the bed. You hung up and called back on a video call.

"There she is!" He smiled at the sight of you upon answering. Peter was sat on the couch in your living room. He sat his phone up on the coffee table in front of him. All he had on was a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low so his boxers peeked out of the top. Totally not up to anything. He was sat back on the couch with his knees apart so you could see everything through the thin fabric. Your table wasn't much taller than your couch so his phone was angled up towards him between his legs while he slightly looked down at it.

You knew exactly what he was doing. He'd asked for it a million times, but you'd never had a good opportunity until now. You played innocent and continued to lay on your belly facing the camera. Your feet were in the air behind you casually swaying.

"Hey, Pete." You smiled. "Full warning, I have a little bit of tequila in my system from the hotel bar and I'm not responsible for anything I say."

He moved his right hand into view of the camera to show you a beer he was sipping on. You cursed his camera quality for not being sharper as he took his final sip from the bottle. His jawline was on perfect display as he turned his head up, his pink lips rubbing together when he pulled it away. "Yeah I'm done with patrol tonight so I figured a beer wouldn't hurt." He set the empty bottle on the table behind his phone.

Sitting back up he observed you on his screen. "Are you wearing that shirt you bought me from that street vendor? You know, I've been looking for that thing."

Now was your time to really start up your innocent act. You sat up on the bed with your legs in the 'w' position."Yeah, I took it with me so I had something to get cozy in." You grabbed the collar of the shirt and pulled it up to your nose, exposing your panties and the lower part of your belly. "Plus, it smells like you."

You could hear Peter take in a sharp breath. "Did you remember to lock the door, Dove? Wanna make sure you're safe. Wish I could be there."

That nickname made you swoon, he knew it did. You were so entranced by his low voice that you almost didn't realize you had in fact forgotten to lock the door.

"Oh shit, yeah hang on let me go do that." You got off the bed slowly, making sure Peter got a good look at your ass when you got up. You locked the door and then came back to the bed. You slowly crawled up, again, giving him a nice view of your ass as you did so.

You heard a little impatient groan coming from the phone.

"You okay Petey?" You smiled cutely as you returned to your seated position with your legs in a 'w'. Something you knew turned him on. He'd always ask you to tuck your legs in like that when you rode him. Made things easier for him when he wanted to take control.

He let out another sigh. "Take off that shirt."

You blushed and looked at your phone innocently as you grabbed the hem. "You want me to take off my shirt?"

"No, bunny. I want you to take off my shirt. Now."

Shudders went down your back from his stern voice. With your hands still grabbing the hem of the shirt, you very slowly snaked it over your torso, revealing you in your bra and panties. Your cheeks were stained a pale red from the slight embarrassment and tequila.

A sly smile crept on his face as you so quickly followed his command. You noticed a bulge forming beneath his sweatpants. His eyes were glued to the phone. "Good girl. Don't be so shy bunny, you look so pretty." He reassured.

The back of your hand came to your face to soothe your burning cheeks.

"Uh-uh." He protested. "Dove, look at me. Let me see your face."

Reluctantly you moved your hand and looked at Peter. You rested your palms one on each thigh.

"There's my girl. Are those the panties you bought for my birthday? Let me get a better look."

You scooted yourself closer to the phone so you took up the entire screen.

"Good girl. Such a pretty body. Why don't you touch it, angel?"

You let out a flustered sigh. He knows how wet you can get when he speaks so sweetly to you. Pet names turned you into a puddle. He wanted you to be a mess on display for him.

You kept your hands on your thighs and lightly massaged them. Your right hand lifted and gently grazed your belly. Every touch of your fingertips on yourself made you ache.

"Like this?" You asked looking into the camera with doe eyes.

You heard a quiet "Fuck" escape Peter's lips under his breath. "Just like that baby."

Your left hand shifted closer to your inner thigh while your right continued further up to cup your right breast over your bra. You lightly massaged and let out a small breathy moan.

Peter's right hand rested on top of his crotch, you could tell he was rubbing himself just a little.

"Fuck sweetheart" he started "Go ahead and take that off."

You freed up both your hands and reached behind your back to pull open the clasp. You let your bra slowly fall down your shoulders and arms before you laid it on the bed next to you. You were left only in soaking panties, your chest bare and exposed to him. You resumed where you were. Left hand massaging inside your thighs, dangerously close to your aching core. Your right hand gently massaged your exposed right breast, taking a moment to gently play with your nipple between your fingers. Your left hand migrated up so you were playing with both tits. Eagerly massaging and playing with your nipples. You let out a high-pitched moan and huffed his name "Peter."

Peter was now palming himself through his pants very obviously. "Keep going, bunny." He cooed.

You continued to massage your breasts, making sure to put on a good show. Pressing them together accentuating your cleavage, giving your nipples a gentle tug as you whined his name again. You were getting needy and started to wiggle your hips to relieve the pressure building up between your legs.

"What's the matter, baby?" He chuckled watching your figure twist, aching for relief.

"W-wanna t- need to..." Your voice trailed off in a combination of shyness and neediness.

"C'mon angel use your words."

"C-can I touch myself?"

A grin spread across his face and his hand dipped below the elastic band in his pants. "Only good girls get that. Are you a good girl?"

The way he spoke to you only made you wetter. You could feel yourself soaking up the blanket below you.

"Yes sir, I've been a very good girl. Haven't touched myself the whole time I've been gone."

Your response was obviously a good one because Peter's hand-picked up pace under his sweatpants. "Such a good girl. Go ahead, Dove."

You immediately slipped your dominant hand under your panties and ran a finger up your slit, coating it in your arousal. You used your slick fingers to rub your aching clit. A begging whimper tumbled from your lips as you finally broke the tension between your aching thighs.

Peter removed his hand from himself and slid his bottoms down to the middle of his thighs. His length bobbed up and rested on his stomach before meeting his right hand again.

"Fuck, Princess. Get those panties off let me see what you're doing."

You quickly obeyed, sliding your panties down your thighs and off your legs you were now sitting with your legs open, propped up on the bed with your non-dominant hand. You returned to your aching core, sliding two fingers up your slit and spreading it with your fingers. Peters whimpers and moans as he tugged on himself only made things more intense.

"Jesus, Angel. That's perfect. Tell me all about it."

Peter loved making you vocal while you were a flustered mess. His favorite was pounding into you in missionary and making you talk. 'What's the matter, baby?' 'You gonna be able to take it?' 'Tell me how good it feels baby.'

You propped yourself up on pillows to free up your other hand. The two fingers that were running up and down your slit were now slowly pushing inside you. You made sure to inch it in, giving Peter a front seat view of just how wet he could make you. After a moment you began to pump your fingers in and out. "F-feels so good. Wish I could feel you, Peter." You tried your best, but you could barely get out a word.

"Look at you." He mummed between moans. "N-not even there and you're soaking wet moaning my name. M'gonna ruin you when you get home tomorrow."

Your thighs clenched together over your hand as you listened to his words. You had barely started this and he had you thinking about tomorrow night.

Peter abruptly stopped stroking himself. "No, no, no baby. that's not how this works. Open your legs and show me that pretty pussy."

You whined at the loss of pressure as you slowly opened up your legs. Just enough so he could get a good look.

"Hm-mh not good enough. Wider Bunny. Let me see everything."

His demands had you dripping and you did as you were told.

"That's perfect, good girl. Fuck, you look so good dripping for me like that when you're all alone. Keep going. I wanna see you use both hands."

You eagerly brought your left hand to your clit, slowly circling as your right resumed pumping into you. Your walls tightened as you continued to pick up speed and fingerfuck yourself for him. Your thighs were slick and all Peter could think about was stuffing his head between them and lapping you up.

"Ugh, Y/N. Talk to me, Angel." He pressed again for you to be vocal. His grip on his cock tightened as he watched you.

"It's so good." You whined breathlessly as you kept your pace. "Wish it was your cock in me, daddy." You moaned.

Peter's dick twitched as he discovered his new favorite nickname you've given him.

Your speed increased until you couldn't take it anymore. Your walls tightened as you curled your fingers inside yourself. It was so intense even your thighs were throbbing. "Peter I- I think I-." You let out an ungodly moan. The person in the room next to yours surely heard.

"You're gonna what, baby?" He teased, about to reach release himself.

"I'm gonna- oh god can I please cum daddy?"

Your words melted him into the couch and started fucking his hand faster.

"Go ahead and come, Angel. I wanna hear my name."

Your legs shook and your toes curled as you were finally allowed to release, you continued working your fingers as your head fell back and a pornographic moan slipped from your lips. You sputtered out a slew of curse words along with the occasional "Peter".

Peter came just after you. You heard him through the phone as his head fell back. "Oh shit, y/n. Oh fuck, Bunny. Baby, you're so beautiful."

You laid back against the pillows catching your breath. When your release finally ended you took a few breaths before slowly removing your fingers from yourself. Your knees were weak and shaky.

"Damn." Peter huffed picking his head up and catching his breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took some final glances at you. "Okay baby I gotta uh, I gotta go clean up. Holy fuck though, I wasn't kidding. Don't wear any panties when you come home. It's over as soon as you walk in that door."

Should I do part 2? Like, when y/n is coming home to Peter the next day?

[justthehiddleswrites]

Come On Over Baby |Chris Evans x Reader

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Your good friend, Chris Evans, comes over to watch the Red Sox game. When you tell him you have a date the next day, he doesn't take the news well.

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, sex

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Red Sox game is on. Come on over.

I got work tomorrow.

I have cold Sam Adams in the fridge.

Be over in 15 minutes.

You smiled as you tossed your phone onto the kitchen counter. “Sucker.” One mention of a cold beer and your good friend, Chris, was putty in your hands. That boy was Boston through and through.

Fifteen minutes on the dot, your doorbell rang, and you jumped at the sound. You found Chris standing at your door, holding a greasy brown paper bag.

“I brought burgers.” He commented as you walked into your place.

“I own food.”

Chris raised an eyebrow as he pulled a cold beer from the fridge. “Week old leftovers and whatever creature lives in the Tupperware at the back of your fridge? No, thank you!”

“Excuse me Captain America, but not all of us have our food delivered to us.”

Chris leaned against the counter as you took a swig. “Listen… I didn’t ask for all that.”

“And yet…” you gestured to his tight t-shirt.

He rolled his eyes. “Are you going to eat or not?”

You grabbed at the bag and pulled out a greasy wrapper before tossing the bag back to Chris. You flopped onto the sofa. “Are you going to watch the game or not?” Chris started walking towards you. “Don’t forget to bring me a beer!”

-

The game had gone to extra innings. Both of you sat on the edge of the couch. Your muscles ached with tension. The pitcher from the Sox stood on the mound with bases loaded. You laced your fingers into front of your face. The pitcher lobed a curveball and the batter made solid contact, and the ball sailed towards the bleachers.

“No…” you begged.

“No!” Chris yelled as he rose and stepped towards the TV. “No!” The ball hit the seats, and the crowd went wild. “Fuck!”

Chris slammed his fists against the console. You leaned back against the couch. “God damn it!!”

Chris sat down beside in disgust. “They have never been the same since Papi retired.”

“Agreed. I miss those days. God that sucked!”

Chris grabbed his beer and chugged down the rest of it. “Do you mind if I crash here? I had one too many to drink and I would rather not Uber.”

Heat reached your cheeks. “Um… yeah… sure. Take the couch.” You busied yourself with picking up the empty beer bottles and discarded burger wrappers.

Chris met you in the kitchen. “Why did you hesitate? You never had a problem before.”

“I have plans tomorrow.”

“What kind of plans? A date?” You dropped your head. “You got a date? Holy shit! I was joking. That’s great!”

“Well thanks for that great endorsement, asshole.” You pushed away, Chris caught your wrist.

“Come on, you know I didn’t mean it. It just… you don’t date… like ever.”

You stopped walking towards your bedroom. Now is the time. Tell him! your heart screamed at you. But your brain convinced you otherwise. “Night, Chris. You know where the sheets are.” You shut your door before he could say another word.

-

You drifted in and out of a restless sleep that night. A knock pounded on your door sometime around midnight.

“What the hell?” you muttered as you pad across the room. “What do you want?”

Chris takes a step back. He is wearing only his boxers. “Don’t go on that date.”

“Chris…” you rubbed your eyes. “… we talk about this tomorrow.” You shut the door, but he puts his arm up to block it.

“No. It can’t wait. Cancel the date.”

“Why on earth would you do that?” you were losing patience. “Give me one reason.”

“So you can go on a date with me.” his voice trailed off as he blurted that out.

“What?” you stood in disbelief.

“Don’t make me repeat it.”

“That sounds nice.”

Chris crooked his ear. “I didn’t hear that.”

“Don’t make me repeat it.”

Chris smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He leaned down and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into the room. “You are being awfully forward, Mr. Evans. We haven’t gone on a date yet.” You chuckled against his lips.

Chris ran his fingers along your collarbone. “Now baby, don’t be shy.” He nipped behind your ear. “You’ve known me for how long?”

You bit your lip to suppress a moan. “Long enough to know better.”

“Then why are you still here?” His hands slipped underneath your tank top. His fingertips found your nipples and pinched. You gasped.

“Because all I want is you.” You tugged his hips against yours.

Chris’s lips curved into a smile as he pulled at your shirt, pulling it over your head. You climbed onto the bed, and he stood at the end of the bed. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his boxers, tugging them to the floor.

Your eyes widened as Chris crawled onto the bed. “You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment. You and me naked.” He pulled your shorts off and tossed them off to the side.

Your hand found his cock and gave it a few pumps. Chris’s head fell forward. “You are going to be the death of me.”

You just smiled as you guided him towards your pussy. Chris pushed in and groaned. You whimpered.

“You are so big.” you moaned.

Chris snapped his hips in response. “And you are so wet.” He pulled your legs onto his shoulders and thrust with earnest.

“Babe, I’m not going to last long. Do you want to come?”

You nodded. “Yes!”

Chris found your clit and applied pressure. Your release edged closer and before long you tumbled over the edge. Chris soon followed. The two of you laid motionless for the longest time.

“Chris…” you mumbled into his sweaty shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“You’re heavy.”

He laughed as he rolled to the side, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you.

“You are so beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” you teased.

Chris’s brows furrowed. “Why do you sell yourself short?”

“Because you are Captain America and I am a nobody.”

Chris caressed your cheek. “You have always been somebody to me. I have wanted to tell you for a long time.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow. “Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid you would say no. Dating me is not easy.”

You reached for his face, rubbing his beard. “You are worth the trouble.” You smiled.

Chris kissed you softly on the lips. “So are you.”

“I believe you still owe me a date.”

“How about I take you out to breakfast tomorrow before I head to work?”

“Sounds nice.”

“Night, babe.”

“Night, Chris.”

The two of you drifted to sleep, holding hands and pressed against each other, smiles on your faces.

[renaerys]

I think I like the idea of 31 for the greens 💚

31. “You can bite me. I like it.”

Okay I admit this one toes the line with the innuendos, but I'm completely fine with that.

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

xxx

Buttercup had always known she had merch. As one-third of a former Superhero team, she was bound to accumulate fans over the years. Even now, with her crime-fighting days long behind her and her focus on making a living like any other normal adult, she occasionally encountered echoes of the past: a Girl Power! T-shirt tie-dyed in pink, blue, and green; a set of refrigerator magnets that spelled out her and her sisters’ names; even an old coloring book series full of cartoonish monsters and Superpowered little girls. It was all a little weird, a little cringe, but totally harmless.

Until Butch found out.

“Oh my god, I found your horcrux.”

The popsicle had melted and warped in freezer storage. The face belonged in an acid trip or a Silent Hill movie. Buttercup was sure some demon must have siphoned the ass-end of her soul to make this abomination. “That is the scariest thing I have ever seen.”

“Dude, this thing is amazing.” He licked Buttercup’s frozen popsicle likeness. “Oh my god, it’s cherry flavored.”

“Wow, what are you, fourteen?” Buttercup tried to leave, but Butch chased after her.

“Hey, hey Buttercup.”

“What?”

“Can you feel this?” He gave the popsicle a long lick up the length of its face.

“You are a crime against humanity, you know that?”

“C’mon, just try her!”

“Her? We’re not gendering the ice cream, Butch.”

“She didn’t mean that,” Butch soothed the melting treat.

Buttercup cut through the park on the way back to her office. Butch followed her.

“Okay, okay, but seriously, just try it. It’s kinda sweet, but it’s pretty decent.”

Buttercup eyed the popsicle. Perhaps it had once resembled her, if she were a cartoon, but now it was a mess of green and black and lumpy, bubble gum eyes. A bit of the face dribbled onto the grass.

This was a decision. Someone of sound mind woke up one day and the best idea they had was to make a popsicle inspired by her face. Someone said to themselves hey, I could sell this to some dumb kids or horny dudes and make a killing.

“You know, I should be getting royalties for that.”

Butch chewed on the chunk of hair-shaped popsicle he’d bitten off and his eyes went wide. “Oh shit, you’re totally right! We should sue the manufacturer!”

Or at least get them to discontinue the line so I never have to see this again.

Her phone buzzed. “It’s Ty. I have to get back to work.”

“I’m texting Blossom. I bet there’s someone we can sue.” The remainder of Butch’s popsicle melted into the grass as he typed out a message on his phone.

“Okay, whatever. See you later.”

Buttercup forgot all about her bizarre popsicle likeness as she buried herself in a case for work. Later that evening at the apartment she shared with Butch, she sank into the living room sofa ready to kick back. Butch came at her from behind and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Hey, you wanna Netflix and chill?”

Buttercup grinned. “Yeah. Grab me a beer?” She scrolled through her Netflix queue until Butch returned.

“Got you something special,” he said.

“What?”

It was another demented popsicle. This one’s eyes were completely uneven, and the mouth was too wide, and the hair line had run down into the face due to melting or demonic infestation. Buttercup stared at the face of her frosty doppelgänger and wondered what Dorian Gray had thought when he saw his painting, grotesque from years of absorbing his hedonism: bitch, I lived.

“Wanna try it? Blossom said she can file for an injunction against the manufacturer, so this might be your only chance before they discontinue the line.” Butch wagged the popsicle like a cat’s toy.

“You’re so weird, you know that?”

“Dude, you’re the one not freaking out about how you’re so famous and beloved that they made your face into candy! How cool is that? You’re like the Mona Lisa.”

“If a five-year-old drew her.”

“Hey, don’t go shitting on five-year-olds. I knew a few who punched major dick back in the day.”

Buttercup laughed. “This has to be in the top ten dumbest conversations we’ve ever had.”

“So you want some of this? What’s it gonna be? Please eat me, Buttercup!”

“Oh, come on. Don’t make that voice.”

“I’m so creamy going down.”

She wheezed. “Butch, Jesus Christ.”

“You can bite me. I like it.”

“I’m going to bite you if you don’t knock it off.”

“Bite down on my juicy, cherry center—”

Buttercup shoved a cushion at his face, and he fell onto the floor laughing.

“Noooo, Popsicle-Buttercup! She could’ve been worth millions one day!” he lamented the popsicle now on the floor and collecting rug fibers.

“Popsicle-Buttercup isn’t going to Netflix and chill with you, moron. Clean that up and I’ll get the beers.”

She went to the kitchen to get their drinks while Butch saw to the rug. When she tossed the bottle caps in the trash, however, she saw a bright, blue box crumpled at the top and grew suspicious. Setting the beers aside, she opened the freezer and found eleven more Powerpuff Pops chilling with the frozen french fries and ice cube trays. Misshapen versions of her sisters and herself stared back at her, their runny mouths smiling wide and black.

Buttercup closed the freezer door. “Goddamnit, Butch!”

He cackled like a lunatic when she tackled him on the sofa.

xxx

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[soclonely]

The Clones at a Hockey Game

In honor if my doctor FINALLY clearing me to get back on the ice for hockey after 7 months of not being allowed to play because of an ankle break, I present

Guys i cried im so happy.I can’’t live without saucin’ pucks at some punk goalie 

Rex- The ref. Sweetie just has to avoid getting hit by the completely padded and much bigger players Echo- The guy in charge of the clock, who half the time doesn’t know what he is going. STOP LETTING IT RUN Fives- The animated announcer in the booth. Love these guys so much.  Jesse- The guy slamming beers and singing the zamboni song at the top of hiis lungs. Here is the link if you want a catchy song!! Kix- “Have you seen the guys in their hockey gear”🥵 Tup- Brings a full ass bedroom set to the game because “its too cold” Dogma- WHERES ALL MY DETROIT RED WINGS FANS AT?! Dogma is the guy singing Don’t Stop Believin’ at the top of his lungs Hardcase-”Okay kix but have you seen the giirls in their hockey gear???”🥵Coric- Cringes every time someone hits the glass Bly- The guy in the crowd you can here when its silent chanting “Lets go (insert team)!” 99- The friendly attendant that stands there during puck active and blocks so you won’t get hit while going toward your seats! Cody- My dude has everything surrounding him from nachos, hot dogs, to popcorn. Sipping on a nice big cola while stadium melted cheese drips down his chin and onto his shirt. We do be sloppy.  Waxer/Boil- The group with all the kids who are sooooo pumped pregame to go down while the team is practicing and get a puck given to them by a player.  Wolffe- The pissed off coach when his player gets a bs minor pentalty Boost/Sinker- two players put in a penalty booth together and the kiss cam lands on them Hunter- listen. Hockey players. we really need to learn how to drink out of waterbottles the right way. I don’t know how many times i have picked mine up on the bench only for it to be upside down. It happens all the time, especially to hunter Wrecker- The no chill fan who sits there talking shit but you are too afraid to say anything because he is built like a brick house Tech- His favorite thing is watching hockey fail videos like this one, if you need a laugh today Crosshair- SNACK MAN. looks like he hates his life as he walks around selling cotton candy and beer

[writethelifeyouwant]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Sam Winchester (SPN) x Spencer Reid (CM)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: implied one night stand, college bar, questionable decision making, flashbacks, Stanford!Sam, virgin!Spencer, making out, grinding, back alley blow jobs

Created for: @spnkinkbingo - TedTalk!Sam | @there-must-be-a-lock 3,500 followers / 30th birthday celebration - Sam x Spencer

Summary: When Spencer comes across a viral TedTalk, he's stunned to see he recognises the speaker.

When he gets into the bullpen that morning Spencer goes through his usual routine. His messenger bag and scarf are dropped onto the desk, jacket slung over the back of his chair, and mug filled with coffee that – thankfully – smells fresh. He holds the warm ceramic tight between his hands, letting his fingers re-acclimate themselves to blood circulation after his walk in from the bus station, while his computer flickers to life and his inbox loads.

After years of resisting the advent of modern technology, Garcia had gotten fed up with him and set up his work email address with a few things to tempt him into reading his emails. Every day he comes in to cute pictures of baby animals - courtesy of the chain between Garcia, JJ and Emily - as well as newsletters from medical journals, physics journals, and psychological studies. Spencer opens today’s email from the TED conference series and sips his coffee while he waits for the embedded videos to load. Last week there had been a really interesting keynote on educational psychology, and he hopes there is something equally as stimulating today.

The headline under the video isn’t particularly enthralling, Top Federal Lawyer Shares How To Win - In the courtroom and in life, but Spencer nearly spits out his coffee when the video thumbnail loads and he recognises the speaker.

Sam Winchester. So he’d gotten into law school then. More than that, he was now one of the top Federal Attorneys in the country, according to the bio in the email. God, he’s young to have that job, he’s only two years younger than Spencer. Even Hotch hadn’t made it that far up the legal ladder by 35. He remembers Sam as intelligent, charismatic, intuitive – all skills that would have gotten him far if he shook the right hands along the way, but still – Spencer is quietly impressed.

“Hey, Pretty Boy!” Spencer hears Morgan’s voice distantly but he’s caught up in memories now.

“Pretty Boy!”

Spencer looks up from his drink and turns towards the sound of his nickname, about to tell Morgan to stop calling him that for the millionth time when he hears another voice shout back.

“Dude, can you just stop? I told you not to call me that!”

Spencer and Morgan both look puzzedly at the stranger who’d just told Morgan off. He has bright hazel eyes, and soft looking, light brown hair and – yeah, Spencer can see why someone might call this guy ‘Pretty Boy’.

“Oh, sorry,” Pretty Boy blushes and shakes his fringe in front of his eyes. “I thought you were Brady. I keep telling the idiot to stop calling me that.”

“I keep telling this one the same thing,” Spencer jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Morgan, shocked for a moment that he’d actually spoken. He wasn’t very good at speaking with strangers in bars.

Morgan claps his hand over his chest in mock hurt, expression teasing. “C’mon man, you know I’m only messin’ with you,” Morgan laughs and ruffles Spencer’s hair. “He is pretty though, in’t he?” he whispers conspiratorially at the other Pretty Boy and Spencer shoves Morgan off him.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my gun on me,” he threatens and Morgan holds up his hands in surrender.

“What like you could hit me?” And before Spencer has the chance to retort, Morgan’s dashed off, back to the table where Gideon is sipping a beer and reading through an open case file.

“So, you usually bring a gun on nights out?” Spencer takes a moment to realise the stranger is talking to him again.

“Oh I, uh,” Spencer stutters under the his open, curious gaze. “It’s not, um, I’m an FBI agent,” his voice shoots up at the end making it sound more like a question than a statement. “So it’s not, you know, illegal for me to–”

“Hey, it’s fine,” the stranger laughs and scootches one bar stool closer to Spencer. “I know who you are, actually,” he admits, ducking behind his hair again. “I was in the careers talk earlier.”

“Oh,” Spencer relaxes a little now he doesn’t have to explain himself but then tenses up again remembering how awkward he’d been during the presentation, and not really wanting to relive that experience if this guy was about to make fun of him for it.

“I uh, I’m Sam,” Pretty Boy – Sam – sticks his hand out, and Spencer shakes it, a little perplexed as to why this guy is still talking to him. “I’m uh, guessing I should call you Dr. Reid rather than Pretty Boy, huh?” Sam tries to break the tension with a joke and Spencer realises he’s still holding Sam’s hand, the skin soft and warm under his, and he’s staring pretty intensely at the guy.

“Um, Spencer,” he manages to choke out as he snatches back his hand and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer,” Sam smiles, genuinely, but with some kind of intensity behind it that Spencer can’t place.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sam,” Spencer tries the name out on his tongue and decides he likes it.

“I really liked the presentation earlier,” Sam says, taking a sip from the beer bottle he has in front of him.

“Are you thinking about joining the FBI?” Spencer asks, circling his fingers around his own glass to give them something to do, to keep them from creeping back along the bar towards where Sam’s are now resting.

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, turning on his stool to face Spencer a little more head on, and giving him a small smile. “I’m pre-law right now, but I thought it would be cool to hear about, I guess.”

“Law is nice,” Spencer nods. “We get a lot of people transferring in from law backgrounds.”

“Did you like the Academy?” Spencer grimaces at Sam’s question before he can help himself. “Oh, maybe not then,” Sam laughs.

“No,” Spencer rushes to explain himself. “I just, when I was there I was still really young, and y���know, people pushed me around a little. I mean, look at me,” Spencer gestures up and down his scrawny body.

“I am looking,” Sam breathes, eyes following Spencer’s hand and dragging across his form. Spencer freezes. Did Sam just… flirt with him? He has no idea what to do with that. He decides to carry on with his previous train of thought instead.

“With a guy like you... you wouldn’t have that problem,” Spencer finishes, feeling himself blush a bit in embarrassment at the lame conclusion. He was not doing a great job at selling the Academy.

“Whaddya mean? A guy like me?” Sam pushes with a knowing grin, that same intensity in his gaze, eyes still roaming over Spencer.

“Well, you, y’know,” Spencer waves his hand in Sam’s direction, hoping that will get his point across, but Sam just sits there smirking at him, waiting. “You’re all tall and, a-and,” his eyes catch on Sam’s shoulders, which are broad, and nicely displayed beneath a t-shirt that’s stretched just a little over the muscles there, “s-strong looking, I guess?” Spencer cringes. God he sounds like an idiot. “I bet you could throw around someone like me, easy,” he shrugs. Sam is still smirking at him, and Spencer takes another drink, trying to cool down the burning in his cheeks.

“You wanna find out?” Sam takes a casual sip of his beer, eyeing Spencer the whole time.

“Find out what?” Spencer’s brows draw together, not following. Sam grins and hops off his barstool, closing in on Spencer’s personal space. Most people might look threatening, doing something like that, but Sam just looks… happy. Carefree, almost – and excited.

“Just how easily I could throw you around,” Sam is still speaking pretty loudly to be heard above the noise of the bar, but he’s pressed himself close up against Spencer’s side and leaned in like he’s whispering in his ear. The feeling of Sam’s breath on his neck is enough to make Spencer shiver, and coupled with the words themselves, Spencer thinks he might just fall off his chair.

Sam pulls back to look Spencer in the eye, and Spencer finally understands what that darkness behind Sam’s irises is – desire, attraction, hunger. Sam’s eyes flick down to where Spencer is licking his lips, a bad nervous habit of his. That desire clouds Sam’s expression even more and he starts to lean down, eyes still fixed on Spencer’s mouth, and a split second before it’s too late, Spencer reaches out and places his hands on Sam’s chest, stopping him short.

“Sorry, I just...” Spencer glances nervously back at Gideon and Morgan who are, thankfully, engrossed in conversation and not paying him any attention. He looks back at Sam and sees the understanding flit across his face.

“Follow me,” Sam checks around them and then reaches up and grabs Spencer’s hand. Spencer makes a small noise of shocked protest but Sam ignores it, leading them around the bar and out a door in the far corner.

They emerge into an ally, dark and shaded from the street lights, and Sam immediately pushes Spencer’s back against the door they just came out of. Spencer stares at him nervously, but doesn’t pull away. This is nothing he’s ever done before. This is what Morgan does, picking people up in bars and slinking off somewhere private to do god knows what. This isn’t Spencer. But Sam’s still looking at him with those bright, beautiful, hungry eyes and Spencer feels something stir in the pit of his stomach that he hasn’t felt for a long time. And as nervous as it makes him, he lets himself admit that he wants this too.

Sam moves closer in, pressing his front against Spencer’s, and he feels solid. Yeah, this guy might be pretty but he could absolutely throw Spencer around if he wanted to. He feels himself shudder against Sam and the fronts of their hips skate against each other, sending a jolt of want to the pit of Spencer’s stomach.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is low and soft, and it brings Spencer’s attention back to Sam’s face, which is only inches away now. “Is this okay?” Spencer nods, pleadingly, and Sam smiles. Sam’s hand comes up to his face and Spencer leans into it. His eyes slip closed as he relishes the warmth, this is more human contact than he’s had in months. And he doesn’t see it coming because his eyes are shut but then Sam’s lips are on his and wow – they feel amazing.

Spencer’s kissed people before but he’s never been kissed like this. Like he’s being devoured. Like he’s everything Sam could possibly want. And Sam is certainly everything Spencer could want. He pushes his hands up into Sam’s hair and pulls him in tighter. Sam moans against him and wedges their thighs together and Spencer swears that when he tugs on Sam’s hair again he can actually feel the twitch in Sam’s pants in response.

Sam is getting harder by the second and Spencer can feel Sam coaxing the same reaction out of his body. He juts his hips forward experimentally and the answering groan from Sam matches his own. Fuck, that feels good. And Sam feels big. Jesus Christ, Spencer doesn’t know how it’s possible for a guy to feel that big through that many layers of clothing and he can’t stop himself imagining how big he would be if he wasn’t trapped behind those jeans.

Sam grinds their hips together again and ducks his head to nip at Spencer’s neck, sucking a spot into the skin that’s visible above his collar.

“Oh my god,” Spencer whines, and he feels Sam grin against his throat, lips twitching in a smile.

“That feel good?” Sam murmurs against his skin, and when he ruts their cocks against each other again Spencer thinks he might die.

“God, yes,” Spencer pulls Sam’s lips back to his and kisses him hard and messy. Sam’s hands drag down Spencer’s chest and rub over his cock and Spencer’s breath actually chokes off in his throat.

“How far do you want this to go?” Sam asks against his lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“I– I want…” Spencer knows what he wants but he’s scared to ask for it. He’s never done this before. The making out with a stranger in a dark ally part, or the more than ‘kissing and accidentally coming in your pants’ part. He doesn’t want to do that. What he wants is to drop to his knees and get Sam’s cock in his mouth. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to say it, so he goes for the next best thing.

Spencer drops to his knees with a thud, and looks up at Sam – panting, waiting.

“Fuck yes,” Sam moans and tears into his jeans, fists his cock out of his boxers and – yeah, he’s big. Shit, Spencer gulps, genuinely salivating at the thought of getting that between his lips. “This what you want?” Sam strokes himself in front of Spencer’s face and he can only nod, fascinated, not taking his eyes off the shiny red tip that is just begging to be sucked. “Alright Pretty Boy, let’s see what you got.”

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[americancowgirl19]

The Good Stuff

Summary: There’s always been something between Bobby’s daughter, Y/n, and John’s son, Dean. It never went past lingering touches and flirting until Sam left for college and John started leaving Dean on his own more often. It started off with them being simple hunting partners until it wasn’t simple anymore. Then Dean sells his soul for Sam and begins acting different. One night Y/n snaps and they blow up at each other. Dean leaves Y/n in the motel and heads for the bar where he has an interesting conversation with the bartender.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Reader: Female Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2,014

A/n: This takes place towards the beginning of season three and is inspired by the song ‘The Good Stuff’ by Kenny Chesney

Masterlist

The rumble of the Impala is the only noise on the empty road. Dean grips the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles are white. His jaw is clenched so tight he’s surprised his teeth haven’t shattered under the pressure.

“I’m your family too, Dean! I may not be your blood but I’m family!”

This isn’t the first time him and Y/n have fought but it is the first time where a drive through the night on an empty road isn’t calming him down. If anything he feels himself getting more worked up as his mind replays the fight over and over again in his head.

“I am the only one who has been there for you for everything! Everything! And let’s face it Dean, you’re not exactly a peach all the time! But I stuck around! Me!”

His mind focuses on her voice. She had a sarcastic tone that quickly went enraged before it started cracking. 

“What about me Dean?! I can’t lose you but you’re not giving me a chance!”

Along with her voice he remembers her facial expressions. She kept a steady glare all throughout the fight but her eyes always gave her away. They were angry but most of all they were scared, terrified. His heart clenches as he remembers how tears puddled but never fell.

“All you ever care about is Sam and yourself! You don’t give a damn about me! I love you and you’re leaving!”

Grumbling under his breath he pulls into a bar. He’s thankful they’re in a small town and there’s hardly anyone in the joint. He turns off the Impala and slams the door after climbing out. Once he’s in the bar he makes a beeline straight for the closest stool.

Looking down the bar he notices the bartender, an older gentleman, is sitting in the corner practically falling asleep. Looking around he notices there’s only one other person in the bar and it seems to be a coworker. Clearing his throat loudly Dean gains the mans attention.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender asks walking up to Dean. Dean goes to respond but hesitates. He contemplates if he should have a beer trying to be responsible seeing as he had to drive back to the motel. However, he also felt a need for something a lot stronger.

“The good stuff,” Dean responds not really caring what the bartender brought back. When the man didn’t reach around for a whiskey nor attempted to pour Dean a beer he frowned his eyebrows. Dean felt a little awkward when the man seemed to tear up a bit.

“You can’t find that here,” He responded with a small smile. His eyes went distant as if thinking back on a memory. He lets out a little laugh and leans against the bar top. “Cause it’s the first long kiss on a second date. Mamma’s all worried when you get home late.” He lets out a huff of breath, a small smile still dancing on his lips. “It’s droppin’ the ring in the spaghetti plate cause your hands are shakin so much,” He continues to grin still lost in his thoughts. “It’s the way she looks with rice in her hair... and eatin’ burnt suppers the whole first year, asking for seconds to keep her from tearin up. That...That’s the good stuff,”

Dean sat there for a moment soaking up his words. His mind goes back to all the flirting he and Y/n did in the middle of Bobby’s kitchen. Whenever Dean stayed at Bobby’s they were always in the kitchen. It’s Y/n favorite part of the house and of course wherever she is, Dean’s not far behind.

His eyes close as he remembers their first kiss. It was before dad went missing, before Sam went off to college. They were all at Bobby’s and Y/n was cleaning up after a meal. His dad and Bobby had gone off to talk about something and Sam was in a food coma. 

She was washing the dishes singing her favorite song under her breath. Dean simply watched her from the doorway. He specifically watched her hips as they swayed to the beat of the song she was singing. He hadn’t drank much but it was enough to think it was a good idea to go up to her.

The instant his hands rested on her hips, she stilled. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in deeply. A small smile appeared on his lips when she leaned back into him.

“What are you doing?” She whispers to him.

“Standing,” He whispers back, his voice an octave lower than normal. He smirks not missing the shiver that goes down her spine. He leans his head against hers and reaches around her to take the dish cloth from her hand. He replaces the dishcloth his his own hand and takes a step back. Spinning her around he pulls her into his arms. “Keep singing,” He urges.

Y/n lets out a small laugh as a bright blush settles into her cheeks. However, when she looks into his eyes she finds it impossible to deny him. She begins to sing the song again following his lead as they sway around the kitchen.

When she song ended he kissed her. It was soft, neither of them deepening it. It was innocent, neither of them pushing for anything more. Dean simply wanted to hold the girl he was head over heels in love with and kiss her before his dad forces him to leave in the morning.

“This isn’t a good idea,” Y/n whispers against his lips while looking into his eyes.

“Shh,” Dean whisper caressing her face. “Don’t worry about tomorrow,” Y/n smiles kissing him again. Dean smiles as well and holds her even closer.

When Dean’s eyes open he’s back at the bar. The bartender was washing the counter top. Clearing his throat, Dean tries to shake the memory away but doesn’t try too hard. It’s one of his favorite’s. Their second kiss wouldn’t come for another couple of years. 

Neither of them tried to further their relationship after their moment in the kitchen but they weren’t the same around each other either. They were closer. The flirting intensified, the looks became more obvious and the touches lingered longer. But like Y/n said, it wasn’t a good idea and they both knew it. They’re both hunters, they’ve both lost a lot. The last thing they wanted was to get involved only to lose each other. But love doesn’t care, it’ll come whether you want it or not.

When they kissed for the second time, Dean knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Y/n had her claws in him since they were kids but when they shared their second kiss he was a goner. She had him wrapped around her finger so tight he couldn’t escape and he didn’t want too. Hunting is a dark life and sometimes Y/n’s smile and her laugh are his only rays of light. He knew he was being selfish but he stopped caring. He wanted his light and he didn’t want to give her up. So, when she stuck around and didn’t try to leave, he held onto her even tighter.

A light beer appearing in front of him breaks Dean from his thoughts. Looking up he sees the bartender smiling at him. Dean nods his thanks and accepts the beer.

“Got a girl at home?” He asks. Dean instantly smiles and nods again. “She pretty?”

“Gorgeous,” Dean responds lifting the beer to his lips. “We got in a fight earlier,” Dean explains to him. “I was being... insensitive... an asshole... as usual,” Dean mumbles.

“We all have our moments,” He tells Dean.

“She puts up with a lot for me,” Dean says. “I’m not an easy person to get along with,”

“Most guys aren’t easy but women love us anyways for some reason,” He laughs a bit. “I’ve put my girl through some tough nights before,” Dean smiles slightly. “But as long as there’s something to fight for then it’ll work out,”

“Yeah,” Dean sighs taking another sip. His eyes scan along the bar aimlessly until he notices a picture taped to the mirror. The bartender turns around to see what had caught his attention. He instantly smiles and reaches for it. Taking it off the mirror he holds it between his fingers before showing it to Dean.

“That’s my Bonnie,” He explains. Dean grabs the black and white picture. “That was taken ‘bout a year after we wed.”

“Beautiful,” Dean compliments handing the picture back.

“Yeah, she was,” He nods holding the picture delicately. Dean’s face falls slightly. “I spent five years in the bar when cancer took her from me,” Dean lowers his gaze as he feels the guilt begin to come back.

“What about me Dean?! What am I supposed to do without you?!”

“But I’ve been sober three years now,” He says breaking Dean’s train of thought. “There’s one thing stronger than whiskey,” Dean tilts his head slightly. “The sight of her holdin’ my baby girl. The way she adored that string of pearls I gave her the day our youngest boy, Earl, married his high school love,” Dean smiles a bit as the bartender continues to look at the picture. “It’s a new t-shirt sayin I’m a grandpa.” His smile begins to fade. “Bein right there are our time got small and holdin her hand when the good Lord called her up,”

Dean looks down at his beer bottle. His mind is soaking up the mans story like a sponge to water.

“Yeah, man,” The bartender nods putting the picture back. “That’s the good stuff,” Dean finishes his beer and stands up. “When you get home she’ll start to cry. When she says I’m sorry, say so am I. Look into those eyes so deep in love and drink it up... Cause that’s the good stuff,”

Dean smiles slightly and slowly nods. He goes to pay for his beer but the bartender waves him off. Thanking the man, Dean practically races to the car before speeding back to the motel. He felt thankful that Sam wasn’t with them at the moment. He needed his girl to himself.

“You’re back early,” Y/n commented when Dean came barging through the door. “You’re usually out the whole night when we fight,” She says looking back at the research.

“I’m sorry,” Dean tells her.

“I don’t want to start this again,” Y/n sighs slowly. “Can we do this tomorrow?”

“No,” Dean shakes his head walking up to her. Y/n sighs again expecting another argument but Dean simply kneels in front of her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through this. I’m sorry for being selfish with you. I should have fought harder for a better deal, I should have done things differently but when Sammy... When he died... I couldn’t think straight. Nothing else mattered but getting him back and I’m so sorry that I have to hurt you to get him back,” Y/n looks away from him as she tries to control her tears. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you so much. You’re my world. I should have never been selfish with you,”

Dean rests his hands on her thighs and slowly caresses them. Y/n sniffles and wipes her eyes before looking back at him. Dean smiles a bit and leans up to kiss her. Y/n weaves her fingers through her hair. Dean stands pulling her with him.

“I’m sorry too,” Y/n whispers. “I said things I shouldn’t have. I know you love me. I know you don’t just love Sam,”

“Shh,” Dean whispers grabbing her hand. Y/n smiles laughing a bit as Dean twirls her before pulling her back into his arms. “Don’t worry about it,” He says while swaying them slowly. Slowly, Y/n begins to hum the song she had sang before their first kiss. Dean recognizes it instantly and holds her against him tighter. He stares into her eyes not daring to look away. “I love you,” Dean whispers.

[jadawrites]

Last night I had the pleasure of vending at Summer Sweat!! It was an event planned by my friend Johnny Q. My fiancé was awesome enough to introduce me to him awhile ago and now anytime he's planning an event he usually messages me and asks me to be a part of it in some way! It's always fun and I have such a great time.

Tonight I saw a bunch of friends from high-school, my fiancé did as well! Many of them looked just like they did on graduation day but taller.

We talked to a couple of drunk people and had some wacky interactions. One guy bought us two beers in exchange for one of my Venom tank-tops and that was very funny. That same man gave Huey a $100 bill to go get those beers???? He was absolutely wasted and we were only tipsy so when a man hands you $100 and says "get beers"- well. Huey got the beers. And they were delicious. Wanna know his name? I swear to god he told my fiancé it was "Dammet, pronounced like "God dammit". Absolutely mind blowing. He was also 41 years old and apparently a local electrician (he tried to hire us at his job???) Dammet was a 10/10. He even apologized for bothering us before he left (he also spent $6 more on stickers from my shop). The other drunk guy was just very annoying, honestly. He hard a hard act to follow, sure, but the guy was also a bit of an asshole.

We had a great 7 hours. I made a lot of sales and I did an art trade with my new friend Sarah. I sketched in between customers and a bunch of our friends bought us drinks! That's what the thank-you drawings are for in the photo set. Stickers, t-shirts, and buttons where the top sellers. A 10 year old (?) bought one of my Mentos Illness stickers and one of the women he was with said, "Oh, we can put this on your backpack!" I just "??????" in real life because I honestly don't think they know it said "Mentos Illness"........but also why would I be selling a bunch of weird shit and then also some Mentos stickers. Life is so funny.

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Once again, @iinchicore was very kindly to translate an article for me. This is the interview with Till and Joey in MetalHammer (January 2021). The boys tell about their journey in the Amazon and their future projects together.

A big thank you, lots of kisses and a big hug to @iinchicore ♡

Till Lindemann & Joey Kelly : Friendship Without Limits

MetalHammer: How did the preparations for this journey differ in comparison to your Yukon trip?

Joey Kelly: We took along different equipment. While riding on the Yukon we used sturdy Canadian kayaks, which we couldn't find in Colombia. So we took along our own foldable 15 kilogramme kayak. Due to the climate, our choice of clothing was also different. Besides, the Amazon is much more dangerous than Alaska. There are many dangerous animals, small and big ones. You can find snakes, crocodiles and piranhas, which is why you shouldn't bathe in the river. You have to move differently on the Amazon than on the Yukon, where you only have to keep your distance to bears and elks. Amazonia is a jungle, where only those animals survive who eat the others.

Your first river journey led you to the Yukon, now you travelled on the Amazon. Was there a reason for why you picked that river exactly?

Till Lindemann: We were considering to travel along the Chinese Yangtze or the Lena in Russia, Siberia. Siberia was my favourite, but Joey convinced me to go to the Amazon. We have both been there before and knew a little about how to prepare and what to expect. One thing we knew right away was that, in regard to the nature and people, South America was much more exciting – Siberia looks similar to Alaska. That wouldn't have been all that interesting for our second book. Now the contrast is much greater: Alaska is austere and glum, the Amazon is the exact opposite with an entirely different wildlife and vegetation. Don't forget the wonderful colours of South America!

Any fascinating experiences of nature?

TL: It is really rare to spot an animal in the jungle. You can hear them everywhere, but they hide or are disguised very well. With the help of the local guides we observed snakes, birds, monkeys and a tapir. We saw pink dolphins and watched them do their jumps on the river. Because of their skin-like colour the locals believe they're incarnations of their dead loved ones and worship them.

How did the locals at the river react towards you?

TL: Reluctant, at first. You go to them and, for example, ask whether you can stay the night. They don't really talk much in the beginning, but after a night with a lot of Cachaca they warm up to you. Usually they were interested in our fishing gear. Most of them had never seen something like it, as they were used to fishing with rolled up strings and nets. I was amazed that every village we visited, no matter how remote the location, owned fridges with cold beer, they even had solar energy. Huge satellite dishes to watch football. For three days we visited one particular village. There was a storm, so they allowed us to stay. There was an older guy who had fallen off his stilt house, drunk, and broke his foot. Two young men went to the neighbouring village, a day's journey away, to get the shaman. The man should have belonged to a hospital, but that was entirely out of the question for him. It either heals on its own or it doesn't. We bandaged his foot and supplied him with pain meds. Then we continued drinking.

Did you plan beforehand what you wanted to see during your journey?

TL: Yes, a coca plantation. We knew that they existed there everywhere. At first, it was a lot of back and forth. They were staving us off, but after a lot of endless waiting and our patient agreeing to it, they allowed us to go. Along with two attendants from the village, we paddled down a branch of the Amazon that became narrower over time. A labyrinth of branches we would have never found our way out of. Eventually, we ended up at one of the countless plantations. It wasn't harvest time, however, so the leaves weren't ripe yet. But you could see all the tools for it: mashers, bags, and hundreds of bowls. And a little storage.

Did you try the coca leaves?

TL: Yes. We were on the plantation. They hid the plants below banana trees, so you couldn't see the plantation from the air. I did try a few coca leaves, but there is no sorcery about it. You just stay awake and feel energized. Everybody is chewing on them there, it's like coffee, just ten times stronger.

Did you reach your physical limits during this journey?

TL: The body adjusts to the climate pretty quickly. After three weeks you don't sweat all that much anymore. Even the sun doesn't bother you as much anymore, because you're thoroughly cooked anyway. But the humidity requires getting used to. The people there are handling it very differently. They own to pairs of shorts, two t-shirts and beach slippers, and they walk around like that all day.

JK: The climate there is exhausting, you're sweat-soaked after only three minutes. Personally, I don't mind it, but to people who aren't used to it it's a pain. The route we went on was quite difficult in parts, it was very serpentine. You had to paddle the whole time, you had to steer, then there were shoals or the water became too flat, so we had to relocate the boat.

You didn't capsize though, like it happened to you on the Yukon?

JK: No, the water level during that season was way too low. Later on, when the water comes in from the Andes during the monsoon season, the level rises by 15 metres. It drowns out entire forests.

TL: I was there once during the monsoon season. Back then only the tree tops were peeking out of the water. That's why they build their houses on stilts, so the water doesn't reach them. Many villages are located on mountain tops, as the water level won't rise that high.

Considering the many preparations and daily challenges, did you ever find time to relax during such an extensive journey?

TL: Travelling on the Yukon wasn't stressful, because we were sleeping on the sandbanks. Those experiences made travelling the Amazon even easier. As the sun goes down very early there, our only concern was to make camp before 6PM. Whenever we found a good location we sometimes made camp even earlier than that, instead of travelling on and risking not finding a good spot. That only happened to us once, so we had to sleep in the jungle, which wasn't all that bad either.

With a camp fire and night watch?

TL: A camp fire, yes, but we didn't need a night watch. You have to trust your guide, those guys know what they're doing. Our guide went ahead a couple of metres with a bit of string and, within a few minutes, came back with six piranhas. Then we turned on the grill and ate. Piranhas are really tasty, like giltheads.

Did you gain more respect for nature due to this journey?

TL: I had a great respect for nature before that already. Still, I couldn't hold myself back from taking pictures with snakes. I love snakes, Joey thinks they're scary. (laughs)

What did you learn along the way?

JK: I asked the Indians to teach me how to fish with a cast-net and pulled animals out of the water, which an aquarist would usually pay thousands of euros for. Scalars, discus fish, loricariids, sisorid catfish, catfish in all shapes and sizes.

Here in Europe we read a lot about the fact that these romantic times might be of the past soon, due to the systematic ecocide. Is that what you saw over there?

TL: When you approach Leticia you can make out the slash-and-burn methods used below. We assume that every minute jungle area the size of 1.5 football fields gets cleared, for soy plantations or pasture areas. The search for gold is also devastating for the nature. They use mercury to wash the gold out of rocks and clay. The mercury ends up in the rivers, in the fish, and then inside the people.

JK: The Amazon traverses through the entire continent. It is so broad and deep, there are even bigger ships cruising the river than on our rivers here in Europe. They carry natural resources, mainly wood. You can find a sawmill every couple of kilometres. They carry the tree trunks there and cut them along the length (4m by 1,20m or even 4m). Those planks then get transported either by ship or overland, a systematic deforestation of the Amazon area.

TL: You find a lot of filth in the main stream: huge tree trunks, garbage, bags full of plastic, and a lot of wood waste. It's illegal, but everybody does it. Very obviously, even during the day, nobody cares.

Are the locals not aware of the drastic situation?

JK: The sawmills pay the farmers 250 to 300 euros for one tree trunk. The sawmills sell it for 2.500 euros, and then here in Europe it costs up to 30.000 euros.

TL: As soon as they saw us, the lumbermen turned off their chainsaws and fled into the forest, yelling: “Piss off!” They were afraid that those pictures would be seen by the world. Same thing for the fisheries. Usually, the fish leave the lagoons during the dry season and swim back into the main stream, because the lakes dry out. The law allows it that they cast a net over half of the lake, so that a part of the fish can swim past. Now, the fishermen close off the entire lake, with up to ten nets. No fish can get past that anymore, only the very small ones. They're overexploiting the area high and low. They even steal all the turtle eggs from the clutches. It didn't used to be that way, back then they would leave half of it where it was.

Do you think that could change, if other types of income would replace the exploitation, like tourism?

JK: I don't think that the parts Till and I went to would be suitable for commercial tourism. Let's be honest, the biggest income is ensured by the coca production. You would travel right into a drug area. We could only move around freely there, because the government was taking care of the cartel conflicts at the time. Apparently, the military is now in charge of the coca trade.

TL: Corruption is the order of business. A policeman is earning less than a coca farmer. Thus, bribery and blackmail are commonplace. Almost all of it is illegal: fishing with the many nets, the gold-seeking, the wood clearing and the coca plantation. The areas are huge and hardly controllable. Since president Bolsonaro is in power in Brazil, the clearing business went up by 30 percent. Bolsonaro announced officially that the Amazon is a product, and that's how the people treat it. They expel the indigenous people and allocate them to surrogate areas, their land goes to the gold-seekers and their prospecting rights. The surrogate areas aren't of any use, however, so they don't live in villages anymore, but in small cities. That'll turn out to be very problematic in the future.

Was it a bizarre experience to you to live with indigenous people, even though it is said that there is no room for the white man?

JK: I've seen tourism in parts of the world where I'd have never expected it. An example would be the South Pole. Once I reached by goal there a plane landed, six tourists came out and paid several thousand dollars for a four to six hour long stay. I thought there was a lot less tourism at the Amazon than anywhere else. The only tourists who travel there are either extremely rich Americans or Russians who come in by helicopter, no matter how expensive the journey. As long as they were there once in their life, took a picture with an Indian and a monkey, then they fly back to Bogotá. All in all, you only meet natives here.

TL: You have to differentiate. There are also motor boats and Americans with sun hats on, sleeping in their loggias. But not in the area we were in. There were children there, who pulled at our pants and ran to our kayaks, because they had never seen anything like it. A canoe made of plastic! They only know boats made out of wood. The kids played with our fishing poles, the angling reels, and were amazed by our lures and wobblers. They had never seen something like that before. They only knew of the hooks, where you put a little meat on. There was a lot of curiosity.

Did the journey affect your friendship at all?

TL: Our friendship didn't get any better or worse, it's been a good friendship before. We want our travels to be periodic. Joey and I want to grant us this sort of time off every two, three years. We realized we're getting better at it. We drove down rapids. While travelling on the Yukon we would have peed our pants, but now we're capable of really daring manoeuvres among waves that are 1.5 metres high. You get well attuned over time, become more experienced with the daily routine, the luggage, moving around.

JK: That was one of the reasons why we planned out the next trip right after our Amazon journey. We paddled down the Rhine in August 2020. We decided to do this during the Corona pandemic, because like that we didn't have to travel through so many countries and still got to tell the entire river's history, which led us through Switzerland, Germany, Liechtenstein, Austria, France and the Netherlands.

Do these travels to the Yukon and Amazon satisfy your wish for solitude?

TL: Like we said, we already travelled along the Rhine. The Nile will be next. The Mekong river is also on our list, but with the goal to start at its origin. These journeys are really important to us. We might have published up to six books some time. We still have a couple of goals ahead of us: The Nile, maybe the Mississippi, one Russian river and the Mekong. Like that we would have visited a river in almost each part of the world.

Which seems to be a difficult goal to achieve, considering the current Corona pandemic...

JK: Sadly so. Because even if Germany will be cleared of the virus, that might not be the case for Tanzania, where the Nile originates, or in Egypt, where it ends. There are five countries in between, after all.

Symbolically, what did you take home from this journey?

TL: Humbleness! And gratefulness for what we have. At the same time, however, a sort of incomprehension for how we live here in Europe. With so much waste, lunacy and luxury. The people we met didn't really have anything. Property and wealth don't mean anything. The huts, the boats, tools, even the TV, it all belongs to everyone. You eat and drink together, and most of the work is done as a community. They say people are happier there. I won't be the judge as to whether that's true, but life there is simpler, more manageable, and thus people there live more modestly. In Germany people get up in the morning, rush to the office, are stuck in traffic, sit at the computer all day or manage machines, rush back home in the evening. In comparison, it's very relaxed at the Amazon. The people go to bed early, when they wake up they go fishing, hunt or raise manioc and corn. Life there is structured in a very simple way, it's been reduced to only the bare necessities.

What is the first image you see when you think of Amazonia?

JK: Looking back, I'm always thinking of this one boat ride very early in the morning. It was still foggy when we started paddling. To the left of us I can still barely see riverside, apart from that only fog, I can only see for two, three metres. We are on the Amazon without knowing what's ahead of us. It's quiet, there is no wind, the water is calm... That was a great experience.