hottest man on earth

Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!

First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–

Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it. 

So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.

Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.


“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.

“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.

“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.

“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?

He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”

“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.

He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”

“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”

He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”

“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”

“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”

“Noble.” She sipped her water.

“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”

“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”

He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”

“No,” she said, her face hot.

“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”

“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.

“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”

She blushed. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”

“Our first date.”

The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”

“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”

“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”

They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.

“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”

“Bad strange?”


“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.

She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.

Something felt different. “Whoa.”


“Your rings.”

“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”

“No, I know. I meant the other two.”

“What about them?”

“They’re different.”

“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”

“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”

He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”

“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”

“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”

“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”


“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”

She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.

God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.



“Let’s go have our wedding night.”

You’re beautiful - (Bucky x Reader One Shot)

This awesome idea was requested by @melconnor2007 !

Summary: Dating one of the hottest men on earth is incredible, specially since Sebastian is so loving and caring. Unfortunately, your self-steem problems go way back, and you just can’t imagine why exactly is he dating you… And neither can a gossip magazine, apparently.

Y/N: your name

Warnings: self esteem issues

A/N: I loved this idea, and I really hope you like it!! It’s a very interesting perspective to write. If you’re reading this, tell me the objet that is closer to your right hand and is not your phone/computer (I’m just curious about how many people actually read this). Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Y/N’s POV:

My makeup is spread all over the sink in a colorful mess of labels promising clear skin, a wonderful glow and a beautiful face. I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if I will ever be like the women smiling at me from the plastic tubes and boxes.

I examine my face closely: my acne had a party all over my face last night, what explains the bags under my eyes of a deep shade of purple. I look down at my puffy silhouette, covered on stretch marks and little scars. I’m a collection of everything society deems ugly nowadays.

I feel a presence behind me and look up to see Sebastian’s reflection on the mirror kissing my cheek. “Good morning babe” he smiles as he starts moving a few of my makeup products aside to make space for himself on the sink.

“Good morning” I try to smile, but it comes out like a grimace.

Seb looks at me disapprovingly. “What are you thinking?” he asks, gazing over the magazine I’m clasping. “‘How to be hot in ten steps.’” he reads out loud “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” He arches an eyebrow until I look at my feet. Then I hear the sound of plastic being pushed aside and a set of strong hands wrap around my waist and hoist me up, setting me on the sink.

Seb positions himself between my legs and smiles at me. “You’re absolutely perfect, Y/N. You need to stop beating yourself up like that” he touches a finger to the tip of my nose, making me laugh. I lean in for a kiss but he puts a finger over my lips. “I’m serious. Promise me.”

“I promise you.” I whisper against his finger, and then I feel his lips twist into a smile as they collide against mine in a warm, loving kiss.

When he pulls away and untangles my legs from his waist, he’s still smiling. “Thank you.” he whispers back, and offers me his hand to jump off the sink. “I have to go to the gym now, babe. I’ll be back very soon and then we have…”

“The interview for that gossip magazine. I know.” I hug him tightly, and smile against his chest when I hear him gasp for air. “I love you”

“I love you too, She-Hulk.” he laughs, massaging his ribs. “See you later!”

After a while, I storm out of the bathroom in a cloud of compact powders and frustration. After about three thousand YouTube tutorials and beauty hacks, I’ve arrived to the conclusion that my face cannot be fixed.

I head over to the kitchen to get some breakfast, but it only takes me five minutes to burn the eggs. “You can’t even fry an egg you completely useless idiot…” I muter to myself as I take a bottled smoothie out of the fridge.

I hear a ding from my phone and head to the living room, expecting it to be a message from Seb. As I turn it on, I see that the notification is from a new article of a gossip magazine I’m subscribed to. I click on it and look outside while it charges, but when I read the title and see the first photos, my breath abandons me.

“Sebastian Stan, as hot as always, has finally decided to relate with people of his category”

The article is accompanied of photos of my boyfriend working out at the gym, surrounded by a group of gorgeous women. I find myself reading it with tears steaming down my cheeks.

“Sebastian Stan, our favorite celebrity and official Hottest Man on Earth (at least according to us), has finally decided to ditch his girlfriend in favor of a group of beautiful woman that definitely suit him better!

Seb was photographed this morning in the gym, surrounded by a few very famous models. Of course, the internet has gone wild, ready to ship the next Perfect Celebrity Couple. Is the actor finally going to go out with someone who is at his level? We hope so!

Even though his breakup with Y/N, his current (ex)girlfriend, hasn’t been confirmed yet, everyone is waiting for it. It was about time for him to end the relationship, a relationship we’ve never been in favor of. You can only see Y/N’s face a certain amount of times without wondering why doesn’t she get a plastic surgery.

While we await for the next Perfect Celebrity Couple, we would love to know your opinions on the subject. Who will Sebastian choose as his next girlfriend?”

When I arrive to the end of the article, I barely have energy to turn off the phone and lie on the sofa. I’m conscious Seb has never actually flirted with any of the models (It’s pretty obvious in the pictures that they were all oblivious to each other) and he would never dump me. But that’s the problem. He would never ditch me, much less like this, but he is gorgeous, and nice, and famous; and I’m… Well, Y/N. In any case, not good enough for him.

I have to leave him.

I search for my energy and manage to get up and go to my room. Once in there, everything’s easier: all I have to do is put my stuff inside the suitcase and ignore the sharp stabs of pain in my chest. Warm tears are steaming down my face, my breath is short and sharp. I won’t look back. I can’t look back. I have to do this for him.

When the suitcase is full, I try to close it, but I’m clearly not strong enough. All of a sudden, I feel two strong arms wrapping around me from my back and then closing the suitcase for me.

“Where are you off to, babe?” a scruffy voice I recognize all too well whispers at my ear.

I breathe in. I wasn’t planing on having to deal with this face to face. I turn around slowly, only to find myself inches away from Seb’s face, his piercing blue eyes formulating the question for him.

“I’m leaving, Sebastian. Don’t call me babe, we’re not a thing anymore” I tell him, avoiding his eyes. He looks confused for a second, so I take advantage on it and slide out of his arms. I try to pull my suitcase from under his hands, but he reacts and holds it down strongly.

“What have I done?” he asks, softly and with an utterly confused look on his face.

“It’s not abut you, it’s about me”

He is quiet for a few seconds before asking “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No! I would never do that!”

“Then why is this about you?”

I look at him in the eye. I should have lied about cheating. Now I can’t think of a good excuse.


“Because… Because I hate you!” I scream, my brain grasping the first excuse it finds. “I hate you for… being so perfect. For being the ‘Hottest Man on Earth’, the man everyone wants to date. The oscar-winer actor. The man that couldn’t be any nicer or sweeter. The perfect boyfriend. I hate you for that, for being the perfect boyfriend, and I curse the day I fell for you, the day I decided to be your girlfriend!” I sob and sit on the bed, hiding my face in my hands.

I expect to feel his arms wrap around me, but they never do. After a few minutes of silence, Sebastian calls me again.


I look up to see him on the other side of the room, holding my phone. He must have read the article. Good, that way he’ll realize he needs someone better than me. He mumbles angrily under his breath.

“Y/N, please don’t read this articles. They are written by a jealous hand, and all they contains is poison. Fake poison.” he crosses the room and sits next to me. “They aren’t true, they just want to hurt you.” he presses his finger to the tip of my nose and I hit his hand away. “There’s only one reason I’m dating you, Y/N.”

This gets my attention. I sit up and look at him. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only person I’m madly in love with. You’re beautiful, even more than those models” he pulls a stray hair being my ear. “And I’m not saying this to make you feel better. To my eyes, you’re way prettier than them, way more real.”

“I’m ugly, Sebastian.”

He laughs. “No you’re not, honey. They’re the ugly ones, the fake ones. You’re Y/N, the only woman I’ll ever consider impeccably beautiful. I promise i’m speaking the truth.”

I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I should. I look at the suitcase laying on the bed. Sebastian seems to read my thoughts, because he gently turns my head to him, two fingers under my chin, and looks at me in the eye, those two blue beauties searching through my soul.

“You’re really leaving me because you think I deserve something better?” he whispers, inches away from my face. My breath gets caught in my lungs. “Let me make that decision, Y/N.”

I can’t think clearly due to his proximity. “And what have you decided?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be” he whispers back, seconds before his lips crash into mine.

Jealous - Imagine request

Request:  Can I request an imagine were the reader is in love with Dean but he’s always sleeping around with other women so she asks Sam to help her get over him and Dean gets jealous of them!! Sorry it’s a bit long but it would be amazing if you can?!!

Character: Sam, Dean and reader.

Warnings: Slight mention of smut, loads of angst, fluff and low self-esteem

Word count: 2,211

A/N: I hope this lives up to your expectations. I made it a Dean x reader in the end because I’m a hardcore Dean girl, sorry about that :) Also, I’m very sorry that it took me this long, but tumblr wasn’t letting me publish from the phone so I had to wait to use the computer. Please, if this is rubbish, let me know. Feedback is always appreciated.

Dean Winchester was by far the hottest man to walk on Earth, or at least that’s how you saw him. You had been crushing on him since you met at a bar in Kentucky, where you were both there to delete some djiins. You had hunted together ever since.

His brother Sam and you had become best friends. In fact, he was the only one that knew about your massive crush on his brother.

“Look, he’s my brother and I love him, but you deserve so much better.” Sam insisted, both of you were sitting at the bar stool of some crappy place while Dean flirted his way into some hot red haired’s pants. You sighed, wanting desperately to be her.

“I know, I know, Sam… But it’s just… I can’t.” You looked away, not being able to see the man of your dreams whispering sweet nothings into other woman’s ear.

“You know what you need? You need someone to get you off.” Sam stated and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Get me off? What does that even mean?” You asked.

“It’s easy. When you like someone who doesn’t like you back and you can’t get over that person, you use someone else to get your mind off from your crush and that way you can get over him.” Sam explained, and you nodded in agreement.

“Okay, but how do I get someone to get me off? I suck at flirting.” Sam pouted his lips while he thought of a plan.

For the rest of the night, you and Sam tried to get you someone. However, all of your attempts failed, leaving you broken hearted. After a few hours of rejection after rejection, you and Sam went back to bunker while Dean drove the red haired and her friend to a motel.

“I just don’t get it. Why did everyone rejected you?” Sam asked, he was a little tipsy. You and him had decided to drink everything there was in the bunker.

“I told you, I’m unattractive.” You complained, taking a swig from your beer. Sam slammed his bottle on the table.

“No, you’re not! You’re a very beautiful woman and Dean’s a jackass for not noticing you!”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or your necessity of feeling loved but, in a matter of seconds, you and Sam were making out. The two of you walked upstairs to Sam’s room, without separating your lips from one another except to take some piece of clothing. Soon enough, you were on Sam’s bed with him above you, kissing every inch of your skin. You moaned his names over and over, and he moaned yours. Your last pieces of clothes disappeared without you noticing and, before you could ask for it, Sam was already inside of you. His thrusts were deep and hard, overwhelming each one of your senses. You came twice and then Sam followed you, dropping by your side; both of you falling into a deep sleep.

“Sam! (Y/N)!” Dean called, he had just arrived. Sam and you moved a little, not sure what had woken you up. You were face to face to the younger hunter.

“Thanks, Sam.” You whispered and he smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

On the other hand, Dean had noticed your trail of clothes, and he started following it only to find his brother and his secret crush in bed naked.

“What the hell is going on?” He bursted, both Sam and you sat up in bed; you covering yourself with the blankets.

“Dean, I can explain.” Sam said, but Dean was very pissed off to listen.

“Really, Sam? Is there anything you have to explain?” Dean was jealous, hell, jealous isn’t even close to what he was feeling. He was envious of his brother getting his way into her pants, having everything Dean dreamt every night of having.

“Dean.” You muttered, the hunter rolled his eyes and left the room.

“Stay here.” Said Sam, putting on his boxers on and running to his brother.

“Dean, wait!” Sam insisted, and Dean finally stopped walking.

“Why, Sam? For you to explain why you were in bed with her?” Dean bursted angrily, his voice becomes raspier and lower. “I don’t think so.” Dean said and turned his back on Sam.

“I was only in bed with her because you…” Sam wasn’t sure how to explain.

“Because I what, Sam?” Dean groaned.

“Because you weren’t brave enough to.” Sam let the words spill out of his mouth without any filter. “She’s been in love with you since forever, always watching how you took every chick home expect her. She even started thinking she was unattractive and all because of you!” Dean stiffened and turned around to face his brother.

“Right, so Sammy boy went to the rescue. Ain’t that right? You used her vulnerability against her and….”

“She asked me to! She spent the whole night last night flirting with a bunch of men, trying to find someone who could get her to forget you. And no one took her, so we came back home and drunk a lot more and she asked me to!” Sam eyes were watery; his pain becoming yours.

“If I had known that she…”

“She was obvious, Dean! You’re a nut-head and didn’t catch her stolen glances and how she blushes every time you’re close!” Dean huffed.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter anymore, right? Because Sammy boy took her in.” Dean’s jealousness was too strong.

“No. It doesn’t matter anymore because she’s heartbroken. She fell for the wrong boy and now she’s probably listening to all of this and feeling like crap!” Sam’s voice was raspier than ever, something that only happened when he was pissed off.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you’re intimate friends.” Dean mocked sarcastically, although his pain was visible.

“Would you stop?” You shouted, walking towards them. “I’m sick of you being an asshole, Dean.”

“Great, so I’m the asshole.” Dean clenched his jaw.

“YES YOU ARE.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “I would’ve killed for you, Dean. And what did I got? To see you every night with another girl, ignoring me.”

“I have my reasons… That is not an excuse to sleep with my brother.” Dean muttered.

“Yes it is, Dean. Sam is the only one who actually looked at me, the only one to make me feel like I was worth something… And I’m not talking exclusively of last night, no. Sam was there every damn time that I cried for you.” You volume had become lower and lower until it was merely a whisper; you were crying. “So don’t come here and take it out on us, because it’s your fault.”

“Whatever, sweetheart.” Dean muttered and he turned around to lock himself in his room; but not before he gave you one last sad look. “For the record, the only reason why guys rejected you is because I told them not to put a single finger on you. So, now you know.” And with that said, Dean entered his room and slammed the door shut. Sam put a hand on your shoulder as comfort, but you shook it off.

“It’s fine, Sam. I’m fine… He’s your brother, so go on and try to fix things. I’ll be upstairs packing…” Sam shook his head desperately.

“No, (Y/N), don’t leave… He is a jerk, but please… You’re still my best friend and…” His puppy eyes shined with sadness.

“Sam, we both know this is for the better… I should’ve done it before, actually. I can’t stay here, Sam; not anymore.” You explained, and Sam ended up agreeing.

The hunter helped you pack; claiming that he wanted to give Dean his personal space to cool off before facing him again. Also, Sam wanted to spend the most time possible with you.

You knew none of the hunters would go after you -Sam had promised not to, and Dean hated you- therefore, you decided to walk, you needed time by yourself. Your bag wasn’t heavy at all, and you had a great condition so you decided to walk as far as you could, without resting or even looking back.

There was a small highway that separated the bunker from the nearest town, and it was empty. Not a single car passed by, and the sun was shining brightly and the grass was yellow. There were a few black birds flying around; apart from that, you were the only living thing in there. After a few hours of walking, you had started muttering your favourite song, trying to feel less lonely, when a familiar roar filled your ears.

A black 67 Chevy Impala was driving past the speed limit. He was still too far from you, but you knew exactly who was driving the car. You started running, in spite of knowing you didn’t stand a chance against Dean nor his car.

“(Y/N)!” Dean shouted, parking his car in the middle of the street once he caught a glimpse of you. You kept running, not looking back. Dean called your name a few more times, but ended up running as well. Since he was taller and faster, he reached you easily. “(Y/N) please, stop.” Dean begged, trying to hold your arm. You threw his hands away from you and continued walking. “Just listen to me, please.” He begged again, but you didn’t even look at him. Dean surrendered and wrapped his arms around you, carrying you over his shoulder and walking back to baby. You shouted and threw punches, but Dean didn’t even flinch. He left you down in front of the co-pilot’s door, and he stood right in front of you, his arms firm on each side, working as a barrier so you wouldn’t be able to run away.

“Let me go, Dean.” You said, looking away not to face his green eyes.

“First you listen to me; if you still want to leave after that, I won’t stop you.” You sighed, a sign that you had surrendered to his pleas.

“You have five minutes.” You spoke, Dean’s hands were sweaty and he was struggling to find the words but he wasn’t going to give up now.

“Okay… I um… I’m sorry, for everything… I was jealous and I… Sam told me that… I was an idiot, I am an idiot…” Dean stuttered, not being able to formulate a complete sentence. You rolled your eyes and groaned, finally looking at him.

“Four years, Dean.” You whispered, fighting back the tears. “For four years I watched you come and go with beautiful women; thinking that I was ugly and that you would never ever look at me the way you looked at them.” Dean’s face showed how regretful he was.

“For four years I tried to get you off of my mind with other women; not one of them half as beautiful as you.” Dean whispered back, clenching his jaw. “For four years I told myself that no one as amazing as you would ever like someone as crappy as me.” Dean pressed himself tighter against your body; you could feel his heart beating against yours. “And when I saw you with Sam, all I could think of was that you had finally found someone worth of you. So don’t think you’re the only one suffering, sweetheart.”

“You broke my heart, Dean. Every night, with every girl, you broke my heart over and over.” You cried, letting the tears finally free.

“And you broke mine, every time you laughed or even smiled a little…” Dean was also crying by now. “But I still love you with all my heart… Hell, if I weren’t an asshole I would’ve told you so many years ago.” Dean confessed, cupping your cheek on his hand.

“I love you too, no matter how much of an asshole you are.” You smiled between your tears and Dean took that as his cue.

He pressed his lips against yours. At first, none of you dared to move, scared that you’d ruin it, but soon enough you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist. The kiss was slow and passionate, the kind of kiss that makes you forget about everything. Dean broke the kiss after a few minutes and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…” He whispered, you could see tears still spilling from his face.

“I forgive you, Dean…” You muttered, also feeling sorry. “I’m sorry for…”

“Shhh… Don’t say that, sweetheart. It’s fine.” Dean held you tighter against his chest. You nuzzled your face in his neck and he rested his chin on your shoulder. And you cried, you cried your hearts out in each other’s arms, letting go off every single bad thought, forgiving each other.

And from that day on, Dean stopped looking at other women, because he had the one with him. Sam and you remained friends, and he and Dean had made peace with each other. You went back to live in the bunker, except this time you didn’t got your own room; instead, you and Dean shared his, like real couples do. And everything was all right, in spite of everything, you two were just fine.

**Requests are always open.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
  • Part 1: A buff gentleman, the nicest criminal, and half an Italian fight an adopted vampire who just really hates being consistent.
  • Part 2: Your next line is 'A high-tailing trickster, a flattened Bubble Boy, a 50 year old master of the sun, cause the extinction of some Aztec Gods', to you!
  • "A high-tailing trickster, an italian who likes bubbles and has his crush on, a 50 year old master of the sun, cause the extinction of some Aztec Gods. NANI!?"
  • Part 3: A Japanese Clint Eastwood gains the powers of punching and joins his nerfed granddad, a cherry licking motherfucker, the hottest man on Earth, 'Hon Hon Hon' The Guy, and a dog go to Egypt in order to fight the same adopted vampire who still isn't consistent but now really likes stopping clocks
  • Part 4: In 1999, a teenager with a 70's Pompadour punches some people just to befriend them, and ends up having to deal with a serial killer that killed one of said friends, only for it to turn out that maybe the real unbreakable diamonds were the friends he made along the way + Clint Eastwood and an ambulance
  • Part 5: The adopted vampire had a kid who is somehow even more inconsistent, joins the mafia so he can become the most fashionable and inconsistent, only to end up fighting the current boss who just really hates people who know his identity and will kill them with his power to not make any sense
  • Part 6: Clint Eastwood has Spidergirl for a daughter but manages to end up in prison only to escape with her newfound friends, undefined non-white dreads woman, a 9 year old baseball fan who thinks things are made of ghost, an asshole, and the Weatherman. However a priest that loves a certain adopted vampire like he loves god decides to do the gayest thing possible and reset the universe.
  • Part 7: The buff gentleman gets nerfed to depressed cripple, and bubble boy gets buffed to cool dude, they work together on their horses to find pieces of Jesus' corpse in a weird cross country race, but the president of America really hates that but loves killing Italians, also the adopted vampire is now Raptorman
  • Part 8: Clint Eastwood and the cherry licking motherfucker fuse to become a cute amnesiac, but with the help of his friend Ms. Pure and Good, they discover his identity and try to cure his mother who reads the backs of nurses like she reads newspapers

anonymous asked:

hi babe can you possibly write a fic for me if you want?? like a "we need to make out. right now. for science" one with tythan? I don't really mind if you want to slightly change anything it's coll XD LOVE YOU okay ill go now

hi babe can you possibly write a fic for me if you want?? like a “we need to make out. right now. for science” one with tythan? I don’t really mind if you want to slightly change anything it’s coll XD LOVE YOU okay ill go now 

 Ethan was just enjoying his lunch in the cafeteria like the good child that he was when Tyler the hottest man on Earth Scheid approached him and sat down next to him with his tantalizing smirk. 

  “Hey, Ethan,” he greeted with the slickest of tones, “I need a favor.”

 Ethan set the gaming console he had in his hand off to the side and gave Tyler his attention, in which he proceeded, “you and I? we need to make out. right now. For science, of course.” 

 Ethan was shocked by this and raised his eyebrows at the other boy. “What makes you think I’d make out with you?”

 Why the hell would Ethan ask that question? Funny story, you see, Tyler was the popular boy in school and Ethan kept to himself and when rumor had it Tyler liked him everything has just spun out of control since then. They flirted a lot, but Ethan felt it was just playful. Hell, Tyler even offered to give him rides to and from school since Ethan was always riding on his dismantled bike.

  “Well because I made a bet with some guys on the team that making out with a guy is much better than with a girl and they believe otherwise,” Tyler explained. 

  “Oh, so i’m just a bet. What is this? ‘She’s All That’?” Ethan replied, returning to his game and muting Tyler for a second.

  “Oh. c’mon, Eth, throw a dog a bone and just make out with me. It doesn’t have to be about the bet. I just wish I could kiss you without the need for some encouragement.” Tyler whined, sliding closer to Ethan as he wrapped his arm around his shoulder to see what he was playing.

 One of the cheerleaders at the table Tyler came from shouted, “YEAH TYLER, GET IT.”

 He threw her a glare before paying attention to Ethan again.

  “Don’t you have some… elite girl or guy to make out with other than me?” Ethan replied, his own heart aching at the words.

  “I’d rather much make out with you instead. And I know you want to make out with me too.”

 “Oh really? What makes you say that?” Ethan asked, playing coy for Tyler to try and coax him out of his little cocky ambiance. This proved to trap Ethan once Tyler replied with his big smirk.

  “Five minutes with me in the Band Room and I can prove you’ll be interested in more than just Pokemon,” Tyler replied cheekily. Ethan narrowed his eyes with a smile and Tyler’s eyes lit up with happiness.

  “Lunch ends in ten,” Ethan stated plainly.

  “Let’s make those minutes count,” Tyler replied as they stood up from the empty table and made their way out of the cafeteria where Tyler’s table exploded with shock and catcalls.


  “Mr. Scheid and Mr. Nestor, why am I graced with your tardy presence?” their teacher asked as they walked in quietly and sat at their desks far apart from one another.

  “I was… doing things…” Tyler said with a smile that only meant mischief.

  “I was things…” Ethan mumbled loud enough for people to hear as he straightened his shirt collar. 

 Everyone let out whistles and giggles as the teacher stared at Ethan before letting out a sigh and returning to her lesson.

 Tyler winked at Ethan who just stared at him and stuck out his tongue to express his playful annoyance.

anonymous asked:

I used to think man like lili is so lucky, cole is possibly the hottest man on earth but no, cole is lucky (not that they are for sure dating) just to be in the near vicinity of the beautiful lili, and her amazing soul, aahjfdbaahshhbfkewfbp3ifjens these photos are making me so happy


those two are literal fire. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to even be in the same vicinity as them. 

Ultimate Bias Tag

I was tagged by @mikapeanut (I’m gonna get you for making me pick).

Rules: Answer the following questions about your top 3 ultimate biases and then tag 5 people. The questions below are for each of the biases.

1.Who are your 3 ultimate biases? (any group) This will be 6 for me cuz I’m multifandom trash. Oops (and google picked all of them except for donghyuk)



Kris Wu 




2. Where did you first see your bias?


On tumblr, cuz I was in love.

On a video game. Don’t judge me. (I legit thought he was the hottest man to walk the earth)


Limitless mv. 

On tumblr. Sum good shit.

3. Was he/she your first bias?

No, it was Junhoe and Jinhwan. Then I was smacked with bias wreck and dragged down into the love hole (idk wtf I’m saying)

Yes, it was him and Moonbin, but then Moonbin lost the title.

Yes, big time. 

Yes? It was him and Daesung but more Daesung at that point in time.

Nope. I refused his existence for a while because I didn’t wanna get wrecked. It was Mork and Taeyong.

No, it was BM. That was in my “i’m still straight” denial phase. But Jiwoo played and won my heart.

4. What’s your favorite thing about your bias?

(Some are sarcastic ngl I’ll get fluffy too.)

His beautiful laugh, and how sarcastic he is.

HIS FREAKING SMILE. BOY HAVE YOU SEEN IT???? (he also blushes a lot)

“Chicken is not my style.” XD, I love how dorky and down to earth this man is. He’s beyond amazing.

Ok I love Tabi for so many reasons, but I’ll just say 2. I love how inspiring he is, he’s done so much with his life and it amazes me, “You liiiiiike?”

“Oh Daddy!” I love how protective he is of Mork. He’s just so cute with him, oml.

When she eats her cheeks get all poofy and it’s adorable, i also love how excitable she is.

5. What do they specialize in?

Within the group?

Vocals and Dance

Rap and Dance

Rap and Dance


Rap, Vocals, and Dance

Vocals and Rap

6. What group are they from?



Kris Wu/EXO/Solo Artist


Johnny/NCT 127


7. Zodiac Sign?

Donghyuk- Aquarius

Rocky- Aries

Kris- Scorpio (our sun and moon are legit reversed)

T.O.P- Scorpio

Johnny- Aquarius

Jiwoo- Libra

8. Favorite picture/gif and why?

Originally posted by incomplete-life


I went in between two but this has to be my favourite. His smile is gorgeous I melt every time I see it.

Originally posted by ziirco

Take a wild guess as to why XD

Originally posted by koreanfandom

I live for this man’s aegyo. I love him so much.

Originally posted by nakamotens

This cuz his arms.

Originally posted by bangtanchrisy

Cuz his aegyo.

Originally posted by stan-girlgroup

Every single time I see this, I fall more in love with this woman.

9. Why do you love them?

I can state this 70,000 times. There is so much. :’(

I tag: @huntingfire2001, @theshiphassailed, @viparmytrash22, @kimjongdaely, @kpopstarsreact