jesus christ and all that is sexy

I remember back in the day when I was only in love with one hockey player damn that was the golden age. ‘Twas a simpler time for sure

Hail Mary, Part VIII

Premise: What if Jamie and Claire had 1) been more openly affectionate in those early days, and 2) not *had* to get married?

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

“Betrothed,” Jamie rasped as the clockwork wheels thudded into place in his mind. 

The Grants.

The delegation of Grants that Colum had been—

Colum nodded, smiling calmly, but his eyes were still narrowed in razor-sharp suspicion. “All settled, save the vows, and that comes tomorrow.” 


Colum had arranged for—

Fury. Raging, blistering fury tore through Jamie, and he had to grip the arm of his chair to keep from letting it explode from him. “Might I ask, uncle,” he said, with what he hoped was a good approximation of cordiality, “why ye didna think to seek my counsel on this before matters were ‘settled.’”  

The laird paused only a moment before answering, cool and collected. “Ye should be thanking me, wee Jamie. This is a good match. An important match.” 

“Important enough that it didna occur to ye to even ask my leave before selecting a wife for me?” Jamie tried to keep his voice steady but the waves of anger lurked barely below the surface. “Before determining the course of the remainder of my life?”

Colum’s words were still quiet, but as sharp as a knife blade through the still of the room. “You’re to be laird, Sheumais MacBrian. If it’s the remainder of your life, it’s the next life of the clan as well. As future leader of the MacKenzies, your life is not your own, anymore.”

Jamie snapped. 

“I’ve no intention to be laird, and my life is no one’s save my own, God’s, and those who have claim to my protection. I came here today only to inform ye that I’ve proposed marriage to Claire Beauchamp and she’s accepted.”

The silence before Colum spoke was excruciating. “Explain yourself,” he said delicately. “…boy.” 

“’Boy,’ it is?” Jamie couldn’t help a wry, scornful laugh. “A moment ago, I’m to be laird, and now –“

“And now,” Colum interrupted, his voice still alarmingly controlled, but the eyes showing the fire about to pour forth, “like a child, you’ll answer to your elders for your actions.”

Jamie bit back a retort that would certainly have sounded childish, and instead chose to remain silent.

Colum’s eyebrows were knitted hard. “She’s wi’ child, then?”  

“No! Christ—God in Heaven, no!” Jamie’s shock and embarrassment made his voice squeak like a wee lad. “I’ve no’ lain wi’ her. I swear it on my mother’s grave,” he said more sharply. 

“Doesna matter to me if you’ve swived a hundred lassies,” Colum said. “What matters is that ye deliberately deceived me here in this room three weeks ago in implying that your allegiance to the clan outweighed any liaison between you and Mistress Beauchamp.”  

Jamie couldn’t remain stoic in the face of Colum’s quietly seething wrath. “Aye, I did deceive ye, uncle, though wi’ no malice in my heart. See, it—” He took a deep breath. Everything, then. “I said those words in anger, but the feelings between Mistress Beauchamp and me are mutual, and have been growing for some time. On the road wi’ the rent party, we had a misunderstanding, and she left—then had a change of heart and chose to come back to see if the two of us might set things right. My heart was hard against her, that day here in the study wi’ Dougal, as you certainly will have seen, and I said what I did only so you and Dougal would understand the true reason why she left, and that there was no cause to suspect her of treachery.” He met his uncle’s eye directly. “But two days ago, Claire and I did set things right—more than right—and she agreed to become my wife.”

Colum nodded and reached for a quill. “An agreement that can easily be broken.”

Jesus, the calm and heartlessness of that statement. He all but snarled at his uncle,  “Absolutely not.”

“We’ll provide her wi’ a pension, if we must, to see that she’s—”

“No.” He was practically shouting, barely able to keep his seat. “I love her, uncle. I love Claire—and I came to speak wi’ ye today to tell ye so, and tell ye of my intention to marry her. I had no inkling of your designs for an alliance wi’ the Grants, and I’m sorry for the ill timing, but I’d never have consented even if Mistress Beauchamp were no’ involved. I’ll not be swayed—not for any price.”

Colum’s steely calm snapped and he snarled, leaning forward, white with rage, his finger pointed in accusation at Jamie’s face. “I got you your freedom—”

“Uncle, ye must—”

“—saved you from the noose, from rotting in prison,” he snarled, shaking his head slowly, like a beast about to charge, “and this, THIS is how ye repay me?”

“And I’m verra grateful,” Jamie said, marshaling his voice into calm, “but I didna—”

“Did ye think that I would risk my neck and clan and name only out of the goodness of my heart? Did ye think there would be no obligation expected of ye in return, boy?”

“If I deigned to presume,” Jamie hissed between teeth clenched so hard as to be painful, “the love for your own flesh and blood was enough to prompt such a kind deed, I do most humbly beg your pardon.”

“Love without duty is pure fancy,” Colum said bluntly. “Which is why ye will not be marrying Mistress Beauchamp.”

“I will be. You have my word on it.”

Colum’s mouth quirked up into a wry smile, the steely calm controlling his features once more. “Ye truly think ye can do this to me again wi’ no consequences?”

Again?” Jamie laughed mirthlessly. “To my knowledge, I’ve never turned down a marriage arrangement from ye before.”

“But your mother did.”

Jamie stepped back and pressed his lips together. Jesus, he hadn’t stopped to think on it, but she’d—

“Aye, you’ll ken the story,” Colum said, his eyes alight with a near-maniacal gleam. “Betrothed to one Malcolm Grant, and then up and decides she’d prefer to sneak off and swive in the heather wi’ your bastard father. And what your *bastard* father may not have told you bairns round the fireside—“

“Do NOT use that word in my presence.”

“—is that her actions, her heedlessness and SELFISHNESS nearly started an all-out war wi’ the Grants.” Colum thudded his fist onto the table. “This alliance is the reparation for that VERY slight, boy, and an end to the thirty years of bad blood between our clans that came of it. All that and more will be mended when you join wi’ Malcolm Grant’s daughter. I’ll no’ have it ruined because some Sassenach happened to walk her fine arse in front of ye.”

Jamie was already on his feet and gripping his dirk before realizing what he was doing. Colum’s look was defiant, as though daring Jamie to make him summon the guards. He couldn’t very well fight for Claire in a dungeon cell, and they both knew it fine.

Jamie clenched his hands behind his back and stared down at the MacKenzie across the wide desk. “If the marriage alliance was of such great importance, and ye esteem my leadership highly enough to have wished me to be laird one day, then ye ought to have spoken to me of Miss Grant previously, and no’ just have assumed I’d agree to throw my life away by wedding a stranger.” Jamie’s voice was calm. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m no’ your son, Colum; nor am I your logical successor, nor a ward, that ye might command me to bow to your will. I canna take responsibility for the choices of my departed mother—” Colum scoffed, and Jamie raised his voice, “—NOR will I be bound by an obligation I learned of scarce FIVE MINUTES ago. I SHALL go to Lallybroch with Mistress Beauchamp, where I’ll make her my wife and nothing you or Dougal can say shall—”

“Then it’s a good thing I sent word to the English garrison yesterday.”

Jamie’s blood froze. “What?”

Colum steepled his fingers, such a casual gesture Jamie wanted to reach across the desk and throttle him. “Oh, aye. About our mysterious Mistress Beauchamp, indicating my suspicions as to her character and purpose on my lands, and asking that they come and collect her, she being an English citizen, after all.” 

How could ye— how could—?“ His words choked off in rage. Claire, dragged to Fort William. Claire, in the hands of that monster, Randall. “How could ye have done such a thing, uncle?”

“Claire Beauchamp is nothing to me, to this clan, to you, save a liability. And while ye may not be my son, ye pledged me an oath, and you’ll honor it by arriving in the great hall tomorrow noon to make the formal oath to your betrothed in front of her father and the clans so that the wedding plans might commence, else…” He trailed off, leaving Jamie to imagine what the consequences for disobedience might be.

It hadn’t been an oath that Jamie swore those weeks ago, and Colum MacKenzie knew it just fine. A pledge to obey while on MacKenzie lands: Colum KNEW it was no more than that, and yet here he was, manipulating Jamie with such precision, to have him bound and trussed with no more than a word. Christ, that he should ever have been thought fit to take over the clan from this conniving man.

“Promise me you’ll not turn her over to the English,” Jamie demanded, his head was spinning. “Swear to me that you’ll send another message, telling them it was a misunderstanding— that Mistress Beauchamp is no longer under suspicion.”

Colum considered, then nodded. “I’ll send it by rider tomorrow. After you’ve made your formal vow to Edina.”

Jamie breathed. Just breathed, focusing on the filling of his chest. 

He rose and bowed to his uncle. 

“Then, I’ll abide by my word, my chieftain.”

Jamie was kissing me and it wasn’t a dream. Thank the bloody Lord: I’d had it up to here with dreaming. I reached up and twined my fingers in his hair, moving my hips up against him. He moaned into my mouth and slipped his hand under my head. When I grappled for him, though, he laughed and pulled back. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie!” 

 He laughed again, landed one more good one, and then jumped off the bed.

I threw myself back hard onto the pillow. “You can’t just wake a girl up all sexy-like and then saunter off.” 

 “How’s about you saunter off along wi’ me?” 

His tone was playful, but there was an urgency in his movements that made me sit back up at once. “What do you mean?” 

He was moving across the room, gathering things into a satchel. “We must leave the castle— tonight.”

“We must—What???” But it all made sense: how I’d heard not a word from him since the garret, hadn’t seen him in the great hall. Something had happened in the session with Colum, and it wasn’t good.

 “I’m sorry for the suddenness, Sassenach, truly,” he said, placing the bag on the bed. “I’ll explain everything in full, I swear it, but we must leave, now.” 

Under his forced calm, I could sense the very real fear. “Jamie—are we in danger?” 


 Honesty. The blatant, quiet honesty in him; yet another reason I felt so sure in him, in us. He would give his life to protect me, would tease and joke to put my mind at ease, but when directly asked, he would not lie to me. I’d lied to Jamie, I realized with a pang, but no more. There were no lies between us, nor secrets, and as ridiculous as it might have once seemed to me, I felt this man as an extension of my own mind. It was almost laughable, in fact, when he sat next to me on bed, a face on my palm and asked, “Do ye trust me?”

And I didn’t hesitate for a moment in replying. “Yes, I trust you.” 

He grinned. “And ye still wish to marry me, aye?” 

 *I* grinned. “Aye, I do, my bonny lad.” 

He kissed me. “Good. Then the greatest measure of our safety rests upon us being able to get off of MacKenzie lands. Only elsewhere am I in honor free of obedience to Colum. Only Colum’s no fool, so likely we’ll have to fight our way out of Leoch, this night.“ His control wavered, and for a moment, he looked truly distraught. “I’m sorry for putting this upon ye.”

“Just tell me what to do,” I said, running my hand down his face. “I trust you.” I kissed him back, though fear and exhilaration coursed through me. “And what’s the other measure?” 

The grin was back. “Making ye my wife as soon as humanly possible and taking ye to my bed to make things official.”

Taking the gift of his ease and humor against the fear of the night, I gave it back to him in kind, throwing up my hands in mock bewilderment. “How EVER will we bring ourselves to do it?”

He pulled a long-suffering kind of face as he pressed me rather scandalously back into the pillows. “‘Tis a grave task,” he said, nipping at the neck of my shift. “but I have a suspicion we’ll manage it somehow. Here,“ he said, dropping a pile of fabric at my shoulder, “put these breeks on and let’s get down to our business.“ 

Ah yes, just typical fighting-our-way-out-of-the-castle banter.

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2,500 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “No decision should ever be made at 2am!“

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @dustycelt

“Morning, Sammy!” Dean bellows cheerfully strolling into the kitchen.

“Wow, you’re in a good mood considering it’s before noon.” The younger Winchester responds with a smirk.

“I have a stupid study group thing.” Dean groans, rubbing his hand over his face.

“That’s…new.” Sam quirks an eyebrow suspiciously.

“I’m doing awful in my Econ class, man. It’s the only reason I’m putting myself through that cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Ahh gotcha.”

“At least I can have a heavenly slice of apple pie before I go. I literally woke up craving it.” Dean licks his plump lips practically drooling at the thought.

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listen,, i just can’t get over the fact that kent ‘once met ryan reynolds and he told him he was pretty’ parson is canonically one of the least chill people ever

honestly can you imagine him meeting tater at a bar after a game and tater who doesn’t have a single vindictive bone in his body slinging a very warm and muscley arm over kent’s shoulders and going, ‘little rat!! you win this time, next time i get you, yes??’

and meanwhile kent’s mind is just going, ‘you can get me right this goddamn second jesus flippity christ on a bicycle pick me up and fold me like a fuckin origami swan shit why is that sexy he’s so big abort abORT’ while playing a slo-mo slideshow of tater picking him up one-handed to the gentle strains of ‘gimme more’

and he kind of?? squeaks??? in response but really, tater is right there and he’s all nice smelling and weirdly handsome with his big nose and slightly wonky jaw and kent is kind of freaking out. at the same time tater is watching the blush spread under kent’s freckles and that’s the moment he decides, yes very good i’m going to keep this one

Ok,,,,you know the guy with the really squeaky voice in the me inside of me who says “her life had hit a rocky path”?? And in shine a lift he sings “if I share my ugly parts” and just sounds really nerdy and annoying?? Apparently that’s Dan……wth….he sounds like a dark sexy serial killer one second and a super pitchy dork next…and he’s 36 but plays a 17 year old convincingly…,., this guy could be my mom for all I know jesus christ

The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary, Cas

Summary:  Dean and reader haven’t told everyone about their relationship yet.

Warnings:  Smut, Language

Word Count:  823

A/N:  This is for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge.  I selected “The One Where Everybody Finds Out”.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

The One Where Everybody Finds Out

“Oh, Jesus,” Dean moans, looking down at you. Christ, you’re fucking perfect, on all fours, those pink lips sealed around his dick. His knees dig into the mattress as he rolls his hips forward. He wants to commit this image to memory, it’s so fucking sexy.

“Wait,” he manages to rasp out. Reaching across the bed, he snatches his phone off the nightstand. Switching to camera mode, he asks, “This okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” you murmur, your mouth full of cock.  Dean presses the record button and watches you through the screen, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you slide up and down the length of his cock.  

“Fuck…oh, god…ungh,” Dean pants out. He nearly drops the phone when you slide one hand up his thigh and fondle his balls. You watch him watching you, it’s such a fucking turn on. “(Y/N)…oh god…shit, babe, that feels so…ah….ungh…” Dean groans as he finds release, spurting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

You slide your mouth off his dick and grin up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He’s still filming you, so you jiggle your breasts a little, giving him a show.

He giggles before tossing the phone aside. “Added to the spank bank,” he teases. “Now, it’s my turn,” he says growls before pushing you back and positioning his head between your thighs.

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EXO Reaction ~ They Think You’re Cheating On Them but The Guy You’ve Been Seen With Is Your Brother.

Request:  Exo reaction Ot12 when they think you are cheating on them because of rumors of you dating with a guy but the guy was your brother :D thanks ILoveUrBlog

A/N: Okay so I’m going to type up the next Aesthetic tonight, hopefully have it posted tonight too ~ ily all 


Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Suho would go completely from being mad at you, to the horrible rumors then at himself for believing in that kind of nonsense knowing you wouldn’t do such thing. He’d apologize to you and your brother repeatedly for any harm caused by any hateful EXO-Ls and would do anything to make it up to you.

Ah Jagiya, I should have knew he was your brother - You look so alike…”  


Originally posted by mybeasvocalbangseveryone

Baekhyun had no idea that you had a brother so when saw you being hugged in the sm lobby by a ‘suspicious male’ he ran and told Kyungsoo that he saw you with another guy straight away not wanting him to find out from the media. When Soo found out his heart dropped and had to find out himself by checking the security cameras. 

To say Baek got a ‘small’ beating after Soo saw it was your brother dropping you off was an understatement. 

How was I supposed to know they were siblings?!


Originally posted by purpleuhan

Sehun almost shit himself when he saw all the rumors and pictures this mystery guy was in with your family on your instagram. He took a pile of screenshots and you only laughed at him for a few hours.

“Oh my gosh it’s not funny, y/n. I was generally annoyed… I haven’t even got into one of your family pics yet.”


Originally posted by xiundeer

Would be literal shocked when he found out that the guy you were rumored to be rumored to be cheating on him with is your brother, making him feel bad for ranting at you.

In my defense you look nothing alike and you were hugging in that picture…


Originally posted by parkchny

Tries to make up four hundred and ten excuses under the sun on how that he never doubted you for a second but he was actually really intimidated by your death glare.

This was fate trying to test us, I swear ~ but I never trusted those shady rumors in the first place…


Originally posted by wugalaxy

Kris would look up from his phone and shrug it off as if it wasn’t a big deal, pulling you onto his lap.

As if you would cheat on me, I’m totally your style.


Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

Once this little shit realized that he got into a complete misunderstanding, he would try to make it up to you with the worst possible aegyo and a bunch of gifts even though you already told him it was all chill.

But jagi I feel bad, have this plushy bear please.. It’ll make me feel a little better


Originally posted by luderella

When Chanyeol found out through the rumors, he was running around your shared apartment punching the air saying how no other man was allowed to touch his girl. After you explained the ‘other man’ was your brother he nearly dropped like a fish.

I knew that, I was practicing my throws for when guys actually started to flirt with you.


Originally posted by cuaks

Not at all did you expect the reaction you had got from Yixing, who straight up ranted at you with an actual vocal list on how much better “that guy you’re supposedly cheating on him with” he is. What shocked you the most was when he told you that his penis was cute and what shocked HIM was when you told him that that “guy you aren’t cheating on him with” is your big bro.

Well shit fam… My penis is still Kawaii…


Originally posted by chokaivlicious

Okay but you walk home and see Jongin dancing in the kitchen to Sexy Back and he’s running his fingers through his hair looking at you like he wants to bring you to the bedroom.

Jongin Please, if this is about those rumors he’s my brother and I will show u fucking baby pictures.”


Originally posted by wooyoung

Will bring you to all of your favorite places to make it up to you for accusing you of cheating because of filthy rumors but gets super pissed off when some guy at the hot dog stand in the theme park starts to hit on you; so he knocks him out for six.

Jesus Christ, Baekhyun… I thought we established already that I wasn’t leaving you for anyone.


Originally posted by lil-duckling

Would have a silent hissy fit to himself even though he found out the guy was actually your brother, because in the process he found out he was a Gucci model too and owned more collections than him.

Are you sure he won’t lend me his 2015 Summer Collection Leather Jacket?

~ Admin Bry/Kai

I had too much fun making this omfg.

Well that’s a bit better,” said a voice, gasping between words. “Takes a bit of effort to make you properly  submissive, doesn’t it?” The bed creaked with a shifting of weight and I felt my knees being nudged further apart.
“Not as dead as you look, I hope?” said the voice, coming nearer. I arched upward with an inarticulate sound as exquisitely sensitive tissues were firmly parted in a fresh assault. 
“Jesus Christ,” I said. There was a faint chuckle near my ear.
“I only said I felt like God, Sassenach,” he murmured, “I never said I was.”
And later, as the rising sun began to dim the glow of the lamp, I roused from a drifting sleep to hear Jamie murmur once more, “Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting?”
My head fell back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jamie. I really don’t.
—  Outlander, Chapter 17 We Meet a Beggar, by Diana Gabaldon

NJ: you know Tae’s angry red scar?
JM: the “fuck off”?
NJ: yeah… My wrist has started to…. Hurt, it’s your phrase.
JM: oh?
NJ: you know… I don’t get why you dont like me? I didn’t choose Kookie, nor did I choose you.
JM: I know but… You have no idea how long a I’ve been trying to get Jungkook to say those words… It’s been years and one day you just come and it happens it’s so frustrating
NJ: I’ve known Yoongi for years, I’m pretty sure he’s one of my soulmates as well but… He met this dancer and apparently they’re soulmates… *Shrugs*
JM: …
NJ: For all we know Jungkook has other soulmates as well and…
JM: I KNOW! But… You… Just came out of nowhere with your amazing height and full lips and sexy hair and puf! You’re our soulmate like excuse me???
NJ: full lips and sexy hair?
JM: of all I said that’s what you got?
NJ: I mean I got the gist of it but like…
JM: yes you’re really handsome, yes you’re really tall and yes I know that you’re my soulmate but I dont like you
NJ: doesn’t sound like it
JM: oh shut up! Why did Tae lock us up in a place with no heat
NJ: Come here I’ll warm you up (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
JM: Jesus Christ you’re worst than Tae *moves up to sit between Namjoon’s legs*
NJ: but you’re warmer aren’t you?
JM: I’m only doing it because I’m cold

T: Kay you better be (boy)friends now pizza is here!


Originally posted by polkadothaz

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So I’m in love with this show. And I might be in love with Rachel Bloom. Totally not in a crazy ex-girlfriend way though. Tooootally not like that…

How the signs flirt

Aries: watches from a distance and kind of just groans angstily

Taurus: is super shy about it but is also really fucking adorable at the same time


Cancer: compliments them, then backs off, then compliments them again, then backs off, then compli…

Leo: flirting? HA! Leos are too shy to flirt. 

Virgo: makes a lot of fucking innuendos

Libra: you know, you look a lot like this fictional character that I really like-

Scorpio: you’re hot. I’m hot. let’s go cool off together. ;)


Capricorn: is actually a really good flirter. jesus christ how to they do it

Aquarius: they don’t need to flirt. everyone else flirts with them

Pisces: gets all flustered and blushy

anonymous asked:

if you're still taking prompts can you do a sick!Isak drabble/one shot, not sure why but I HC him as being the kind of person who ignores the fact that he's ill until he's actually really really ill, queue collapsing in front of people (because he's too much of a stubborn arse to tell people that he's not feeling well "its just a cold" and also maybe he feels like he has to be the strong one and he's not "allowed" to be ill because he never really had someone to take care of him in the past

Prompt: isaks really sick but refuses to admit it to anyone or let anyone take care of him 🙈❤️

you know… I’ve been thinking about this and thinking about this long before I was ever prompted about it. I mean- what kind of sick is Isak?? Is he cuddly, is he whiny, is he one who refuses to admit that he’s sick?



“I’m not sick.” Isak groans, the little half- sniffle and half- cough completely contradicting his statement.

Even arches an eyebrow over his shoulder, folding down Isak’s bed spread and readying it for one very reluctant inhabitant, “Oh no, you’re the perfect bill of health.”

“I am.

“Baby,” Even says patiently, looking upwards in hopes to gather what strength he could from the gods to deal with a petulant boyfriend, “you’ve sneezed seven times in the last five minutes. You’ve used almost a full box of tissues in the last hour. You are sick. Come lay down.”

Baby,” Isak says, ignoring the narrowing of Even’s eyes as he mocks his usual pet name, “I have a party tonight that I am not missing because of allergies.”

Even sighs, trying to stomp down the irritation building, “Allergies my ass. You’re sick and you look like you’re going to collapse in front of me.”

Isak turns around and walk out the door with a curse and another sneeze.

Even groans and flops down on Isak’s bed, pointedly not staring at the mountain of tissues that bounces as he lands. This fucking boy was going to kill him-

Even hears a gross-sounding cough from the kitchen

-if he didn’t kill himself first.


“He’s sick.” Even murmurs to Jonas as they both stand off to the side watching Isak’s attempts to dance and drink and laugh with a couple of second years from his biology class.

Attempts being the main word. Because with the way Isak’s eyes are going heavy lidded and the sway to his feet, he seems to be having a rough time focusing on staying awake, let alone charming his classmates.

“No shit,” Jonas responds, taking a gulp of beer and shaking his head, “I thought I needed a hazmat suit when he walked in the door. You let him come?”

Even sighs, “I don’t let him do anything. It’s one of our rules. We don’t control each other. We can pointedly suggest and try to persuade, but- right now, trying to persuade Isak is like trying to persuade a brick wall. One who can’t take four breaths without collapsing a lung.”

See the thing is, Isak and Even do have a rule- one made after a particularly rough night in which they did more yelling at each other than they did kissing, or even speaking. Because the thing is, Even is really fucking finicky about taking orders. He chafes and he resents when other people feel like they can tell him to do something and he’d do it.

Maybe it’s because he’s lived nearly his entire life with people expecting him to follow a strict regimen so he doesn’t have an episode, maybe its because he was born with a natural issue with authority, maybe it doesn’t fucking matter because Even does not like to be told what to do.

And as it turns out, neither does Isak.

Unless they are in bed, which is a completely different conversation.

Bottom line is, they don’t tell each other what to do and as much as Even would have loved to take him aside and force Isak to go home, or have forced him to stay home in the first place- they don’t do that.

Though this seems to be biting Even in the ass though as his boyfriend looks increasingly like death warmed over.

Speaking of which, Isak seems to freeze in the middle of some story he was telling, face suddenly paling under the strobe lights. Even can’t help but straighten when Isak runs a hand through his sweaty hair and wobbles dangerously. He seems to cast his eyes around the room in a daze, not quite catching on any one figure.

Even shoves his unfinished beer into Jonas’s hands and strides across the room, having to jump the last few steps as Isak takes a wrong step and near collapses.

Even snakes an arm around his waist and catches him before any damage could be done, “Hey, baby, how you doing?”

Isak groans, head lulling to the side and eyes blinking in and out of focus, “Maybe I’m a little sick.”

Even bites back a smile, even as worry churns through his gut. He waves off a couple of third year boys who eye Isak warily. “Yeah, maybe a little.”


“I don’t want tea,” Isak sighs petulantly, throwing an errant arm over his eyes as he snuggles back into his pillows.

Even agrees easily, unbuttoning Isak’s jeans and sliding them down his thighs, “Then no tea. Is there anything you do want?”

Isak is quiet a moment, then mumbles something incoherently into the junction of his arm.

“What was that?”

His arm slides free of his face and Isak meets Even’s eyes, “I don’t want to be sick. I don’t want to be this weak, little brat who loses it after getting a cold. I don’t need this, you don’t need this-”

“I don’t need what? To take care of my sick boyfriend who takes care of me?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean,” Isak groans, “Fuck I don’t know what I mean. I don’t feel good and you’re making me think.”

“Being sick doesn’t make you weak, baby,” Even slips off his shoes and jacket before crawling in on his side of the bed.

“I know,” Isak starts, “But like, I never get sick. I’ve never had time to get sick between my mom and school and- I just don’t have time to be sick. What if something happened and I’m like, passed out with snot coming out of my nose and you need me?”

Even snorted and pressed his face close to Isak, pecking his red raw nose. “You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.”

Isak swats at him, “I don’t like you.”

“Well that’s too bad because I love you. Even when you’re being ridiculous. You can still take care of me when you’re sick- not that you fucking need to take care of me at all.”

Isak harrumphs, but let’s it go. He lets out a wet sounding sniffle and smiles slightly when Even hands him a tissue.

“Don’t look at me when I’m blowing my nose.”

“What? Why? I’ve never found you so sexy.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re weird.” Isak sniffles again and coughs, flinching at the feeling of his raw throat. He looks down at Even under his lashes, “Can I have some tea now?”

Even laughs, ducking his head into the hollow of Isak’s throat before pushing himself up, “Yeah, I’ll get you some tea. Anything else?”

Isak shrugs, “Maybe a cookie? I think Eskild has some on his shelf… and Noora always has really good chicken soup on hers. Maybe some of that for later?”

Even stares down at the pitiful creature in Isak’s bed, feeling an overwhelming sense of fondness and love. “Anything else?”

Isak smiles shyly, but the movement triggers a coughing sick and Isak groans, taking Even’s pillow and putting it over his face in an attempt to smother himself. When that doesn’t work, he lets the pillow go, “Maybe just come back to bed and lay down with me?”

Even can do that too.

ghosts (sebstan)


after sebastian misses another important date, ofc is tired of being left in the dust. (based on this request)

pairing: seb x ofc

word count: 3.4K

warnings: arguments, smut

a/n: i like this one a lil bit but its still not my best smh


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justlikebudapestagain submitted:

Chris Evans has sucked a dick before, look at that.

does anybody have the rest of this set?? what did i miss?? 


“You’re in a good mood.”

“Shut up,” Steve grins. “What, we got a weekend off — I’m allowed to be in a good mood.”

Bucky groans. “Now you killed it. Phone’s gonna go ringing off the hook —“

“No it ain’t —“

“And we’re gonna spend the whole weekend fighting off aliens or some shi—“

Steve kisses him right on the mouth, which is one of Bucky’s favorite ways that Steve has of shutting him up. It’s a sweet, hot kiss; Steve wants it, Bucky realizes, he really wants it, he’s flushed and leaning his whole body close, grinning so their teeth click together.

“Um,” Steve says, pulling back, “What was that?”

“Nothin’, I wasn’t sayin’ a thing,” Bucky murmurs.

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anonymous asked:

"Is suga daddy material?" Yes, yes he is Jesus Christ! He is so fucking sexy and just hot AF and I would let him spank me any tIME ;) but like did you watch American Hustle life, I mean de ep with all the sexy American girls... he was just so shy and cute and couldn't talk/look at them and just yes please hahaha God I love him 🙈 Yoongi is perfect:) I love your blog btw! You guys are so cool! ❤❤❤


but honey yES

Originally posted by jeonflip

this fckn dweeb

Originally posted by taegilibrary

he was just being extra savage here

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fun fact: ahl was where I fell in love with yoongi

Originally posted by taegilibrary

dork but a super hot dork

how is he always two different things at the same tiME?

Originally posted by bwink

only yoongi

Casa Erotica Presents...

Summary: Based off “The French Mistake” episode. Balthazar sends Sam, reader, and Dean to an alternate universe where Sam and reader are porn stars.

Word Count: Over 3400

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Beta: @lucifersfavoritepet (thank you so much Brit!)

A/N: This is for Sam’s Sixty June Jobs challenge. Tagging @teamfreewill-imagine and @latinenglishfandomblog This is my first ever smut fic! Please be gentle! ;)

Standing at the window, Sam watched the storm rage outside, “This is crazy. Where’s Bobby?”

Gesturing at the empty liquor bottles, Dean said “Supply run. We’re out of hunter’s helper!”

“Dude, really?” He went out in this for booze!” Sam asked.

“Yeah, man’s a hero,” you replied from the couch where you were currently sprawled watching the crazy weather reports from all over the country.

A flutter of wings in the room drew all of your eyes to Bobby’s desk. “Hello boys. Good morning my lady. You three have seen “The Godfather,” right?” Balthazar asked in his usual snarky tone.

“Balthazar, why…” Sam started to speak.

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