did someone say handsome

hello!! you probably know my blog if you’re tagged and you probably also have no idea what my name is or what i’m about so here: i’m bee, i’m a brown muslim girl who grew up in dubai but my parents are indian, also i’m pretty gay

so i’ve been on tumbler.org for about four or five years, and left, but i came back in early summer 2016 after i read throam. i didn’t really do anything with it besides make shitposts and ramble about my life which is why i was so surprised when i found out im getting closer to 1k, and i decided to do this thing (that literally no one asked for now that im at one thousand followers wtf??)

anyway here’s a little thank you to every single mutual that has tried and failed to be proper friends with me and still stuck around even though i couldn’t really be friends with any of them bc my offline social handicap decided to follow me here as well, and to every mutual who’s been so incredibly nice to me, and every mutual who i see in my notifs and every other blog that doesn’t follow me back but has inspired me to keep this up (keep what up lmao) alright im gonna stop rambling

fav blogs are bolded <3 (i’m sorry for annoying your notifs lmao this is probably a one time thing don’t worry)(also think of this like a blog rec since i maybe only really talk to four or five of these but all of these blogs are 10/10)(also there’s A LOT of blogs because i follow like 4000 people wtf how did that happen lmao this is gonna look messy idk how to tunmgler)

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layliah  asked:

How about them corrupted, arrogant aristocrats? Bunting or Pratchett? Perhaps Shaw or Byron Alderdice.. For some reason they make me feel uncomfortably warm.. And also write fanfiction, that's too dirty to be published in Fan Fiction..

Did someone just say Lord Shaw?

And mr. Handsome from yesterday. It can be possible. Why not?

+ I have no interest in drawing Bunting and Pratchett, they look the same way.

You may publish your fanfic by different nickname and create a fake account. Many people do like dirty stuff, I assure you. :)

Inked Pt. 4 The Conclusion

Summary: You and your two best friends go to a spn convention. You catch a single Jared’s eye. You say yes to a date and this is that date.

Disclaimer: written for

@hiddenwritingsintheworld

gifs not mine. Photos not mine. Credit to maker/owner. Implied smut, but sweet fluffy Jared loving mostly. Joking with Cast, drinking. Word Count: way more than I intended lol

Originally posted by hufi2

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Once Jared’s final words about seeing you after the panel were spoken, the crowd of fans cheered, and some began to make a beeline towards you. Luckily, Emma and Kay dragged you by your hand toward the side exit and you found yourselves making your way towards the gym. It was isolated, empty, sans a few weightlifters, and you slunk against the wall, catching your breath. 

 “Holy shit,” you gasped, “shit, shit, shit!” 

 “They’re crazy, absolute bonkers,” Kay commented on the rabid fans.

 “Do you think we’re safe?” Emma asked wide eyed, still in shock from the fans’ reactions. 

Just then your cell phone chimed that you had received a text. 

 Hey, saw the crowd…u 3 ok?-J

Instantly you typed back a response, 

 Kinda…hiding out where we 1st met…-Y/I

 TING! 

 Ok…sending my bodyguard Clif to get you guys…-J

 So much for normal…lol-Y/I

 TING! 

LOL I promise I’ll make it up to u ;]-J

You blushed at the comment which didn’t go unnoticed from your best friends. Questions were lobbed at you from Emma and Kay. What did he say? Is he coming for you? Was it kinky? 

 “Ugh, no,” you shoved playfully at Emma, “he’s sending his bodyguard.” 

 “Ha! So much for being inconspicuous,” Kay grumbled, “if it’s that Clif guy, we’ll stick out like sore thumbs.” 

 Speaking his name, in he walked, all taut in a black tee and sunglasses. Removing them, he jerked his thumb in the emergency exit’s direction and smirked, “Ladies first!” 

 You held out your hand, snagging his in thanks, “Don’t know how Jared does this everyday!” 

 “He manages". 

 Your friends gushed thank yous as Clif ushered you all towards the SUV parked out back for a quick getaway. Opening the back for revealed three seated men, Jared, Jensen, and Misha. 

 Misha was wearing a fedora and tipped it forward, “Entre mi amors.” 

Jared and Jensen held out their hands to lift you and your friends in. Each taking an open seat, you made introductions and Jared placed a giant hand around your shoulder. 

 "Is this ok?“ He asked you.

 Your friends were busy chatting Jensen’s and Misha’s ears off to hear you respond.

“It’s perfect.”

 Jared’s dimples sunk in as he smiled at you and pulled you a little closer. He told you the plan for the night, meeting up with some of the cast, drinks, some darts and pool, and the rest would be entirely up to how things went.  You were open to anything and it sounded like it was going to be a fun night, whether or not anything happened between you two, or you just parted ways as friends.  

You arrived at the local bar where Matt, Osric, and Felicia were shooting 9 ball. The back room was rented out for just this occasion, but as you made your way through the crowded bar, the Supernatural stars were stopped for autographs and selfies. You watched in awe as they graciously took the time to chat with everyone and even took pictures themselves. When the pandemonium slowed down, you were greeted by Osric and Felicia.

>“Jared hasn’t stopped babbling about you for days,” Felicia laughed as she hugged you taking you by surprise, “tis as if I know you already!”

“Hi, wow, are you all so friendly?” You hugged her back.

“Osric especially when he’s had a few drinks,“ Jared pulled you over towards him, grabbing your hand, “name your poison, Y/N.”

“Captain and coke,” you replied, doing the infamous Captain pose. Jared went to sit in your bent thigh and someone took a photo. The flash blinded you and you both went falling to the floor, laughing hysterically.

So far, the night was just right; normal as all your other dates had been going, but you were actually having fun. The cast was friendly as all hell and your friends were having a blast. Jared was polite,funny, and neither of you could keep your eyes or hands off one another. Sure it could have been the four rum and cokes, and the three tequila shots Jared imbibed, but his voice was buttery, his laugh infectious, and he smelled divine. You were constantly licking at your lips as he spoke to you, the urge to kiss his pink lips tremendous.

The both of you were sitting so close you were practically on his lap, one leg each entwined as you sat at the bar. You didn’t hear Misha approach, but the oohs and ahhs from everyone else, caught you off guard.

“You two should take the canoodling back to the hotel,” Misha teased, “this is a public establishment.”

You felt your phone buzz from the vibrations and snuck the cell out and glanced under the bar.

There was a text from Jared. You gave him an inquisitive and suspicious look out of the side of your eye and he mouthed, ‘Read it’. Nodding once, you looked down at your lcd screen and your eyes bulged, giving away your amusement.

What do u say…wanna get outta here?-J

You typed quickly but Jared could tell from your smile that you were in agreement. He pulled you to your feet and led you to the back door where Clif was waiting.

“Wear a condom you two!” Misha called out as Emma and Kay gave you two thumbs up.

Your text went through seconds later.

Don’t wait up 4 me ;]-Y/I

Your friends’ cellphones chimed and they giggled as they showed Osric and Felicia. High fives went around the bar and Matt pouted, “I miss my wife.”

Jensen clapped him on the shoulder, offering him another beer, “Drink this.”

“Shots all around,” Felicia rallied her friends, “to family, new friends, and those two gettin’ a Lil somethin’!”

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Back at Jared’s hotel room, you both sat against the headboard of the king sized bed, eating Gummi bears and drinking beers. Jokingly you tossed a bear in the air, and Jared craned his neck, catching the candy in his mouth.

With a gleam of mischief in his hazel eyes, Jared tossed a Gummi in your direction and you caught it flawlessly.  You two sat like that for awhile, tossing gummi bears back and forth while talking about life, your families, Jared’s acting career, and the conversation turned towards your tattoo.  You explained to Jared that you had a younger brother who was a huge Supernatural fan, but he had passed away from childhood Leukemia a couple of years back.  He always wanted to get an anti possession tattoo when he got older, but because of the frailty of the disease and his skin, he would never be able to. 

“So I got this a year ago, added the wings in remembrance of my brother,” you whispered, “it’s the only ink I’m proud of.”

You don’t know when he had done it, but Jared had grabbed your hand during your conversation, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb.  It was a sensation you hadn’t felt in a long time and before you knew it, Jared pulled your body closer to him, so that you were facing one another, knees touching.  He carded his fingers through your hair and swept a loose tendril behind your ear. 

“Would it be alright if I kissed you,” Jared almost whispered, afraid of sullying the moment.  You reached up and palmed his stubbly cheek and grinned,

“I was afraid you’d never ask.”  Leaning in, your lips met his, and it was slow, almost cautious, but passionate as well.  Jared took his time with you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, causing your skin to blossom in goosebumps and your body to warm to his touch.  Falling into the now heavy make out session, you found yourself curled up into his chest, savoring every lingering kiss. 

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You woke tangled in Jared’s arms, legs entwined, clothes still on.  You fit perfectly into the crook of his arm and he smelled like sandalwood and candy.  You kissed him gently on the cheek to rouse him from his sleep.  Damn, he was a heavy sleeper, you chuckled to yourself.

“Jared,” you tapped his nose, “wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”

“Mmm,” Jared grinned, “did someone say bacon?”

“Hey’a handsome,” you kissed him good morning and he returned the kiss,

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

Both phones were buzzing fervently and you both strained to reach for your respective cells.  Text messages aplenty filled your inboxes.  They ranged from cute, to worried, to down right scandalous.  Most of those were from Osric and Misha.  Emma and Kay were mostly worried because it was nearing noon and you were supposed to leave to head home in couple of hours. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, “I forgot I have to leave today,” you pouted and Jared hefted you into his arms and pecked your forehead.

“I’m off the next few days, don’t have to film for another week,” he raised his eyebrows twice, “if it’s not too much of an imposition, maybe I could come back with ya?”

“Seriously?” you asked incredulously. 

“Seriously, I’d love to actually get to know your friends better and meet your mom, she sounds incredibly kind hearted.”

“I wish you could have met Joshua,” you sighed, “he would have loved you.”

“Love huh?” Jared teased, “I’m sure I would have loved the kid too.”

“Let’s get freshened up and meet the gang for brunch and then we’ll plan out the next week, how’s that sound,” Jared hugged you close.

“Sounds anything but normal,” you grinned, “and I think I’m okay with that.”

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Cecil coming home after his disastrous radio show to find Carlos back early from his job, waiting for him.

Cecil seeing that Carlos has made his favourite meal, and recorded their favourite programme they usually watch together.

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