what a cute husband im crying too you’re so emotionally invested
AT THE BACK: BONDAGE
he’s the cutest boy in existence i can’t even… probably top 1 of 3 (and did u hear the “mhm” he says as the camera shows kongpope??? i AM OBSESSED with that mannerism of his ohmygod it’s like he has to agree with what he says always)
i s2g i exploded
wow we have this trend of people liking bdsm huh (i s2g im like this)
ok i said that arthit is the cutest boy of 3 cutest boys right… here’s top 2
I CANT STOP THE TEARS LOOK AT HOW PROUD HE IS
what a FUCKING PROUD BF OHMYGOD
look OHMYGOD I’M CRYING (PLUS HE’S FUCKING HOT HEADCANON THAT KONGPOPE LIKES TO PLAY IN BED WITH ARTHIT STILL IN BUSINESS SUIT)
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
MY WORLD IS ENDING OMFG IM CRYING LOOK AT HOW FLUSHED HE GOT
have a passion for Jensen/Dean’s dimples (along with everything else)
every time I see them I want to hug and kiss him hard. I was
wondering if you could make a Jensenxreader on this? maybe where they
are dating recently and she is still a little shy, but one day while
he is talking to someone she sees the dimples and without thinking
she takes his face in her hands and kisses him. when she realize what
she did she began to blush and it’s all super adorable and fluffy?
“So in the end he let me take a break because everybody knew I would keep messing my lines if they didn’t.” he chuckled and you did the same.
“Sometimes I wonder how Jared or Misha put up with you! But every time I’ve seen you act for real you don’t make such a fool of yourself!”
“Maybe it’s because I’m trying to impress my best girl.” he shrugged, giving you an innocent smile and you bit your lip, snuggling closer to his side and he tightened his hold on your waist.
If someone had ever told you that one da you’d find yourself casually relaxing in Jensen Ackles’ trailer, on the set of Supernatural, with formentioned man holding you like you were the most precious thing he had, you would have laughed straight in their face. Yet here you were, and here this was. The relationship. It sounded so surreal in your mind yet everything, literally everything (including the shipping name the fans had come up with for you), only proved to it. That is was real and you weren’t dreaming.
As if Jensen looking at you, just another fan a little while ago, with so much love wasn’t enough of a dream coming true.
“Did you see the photos?‘you whispered in his arms and looked up at him as he let a soft sigh.
“Couldn’t avoid it even if I wanted to.” he kissed your forehead “Seems like we are going to be every magazine’s hot topic for the rest of the month.”
“Yeah” you whispered because you knew it was true, ever since you came out to everybody and spoke openly about being in a relationship fans weren’t the only ones that went crazy “Do you mind it?” you were scared to ask but above all you were scared of the answer.
“Seeing this pretty face everywhere I go even if you are not by my side? Sweetheart, honestly they are doing me a favor because it makes me miss you a little less. Just a little though.” he said innocently and you couldn’t help but breathe out a chuckle.
You pulled away from his arms and only held his hands in yours now “I’m just- I’m just not sure, that’s all.”
“Of what?” he frowned, his face coming closer to yours.
You shrugged, looking down “What I- I am not enough in a way, I guess.” you whispered and felt his give your hands a squeeze.
“Don’t. Don’t you ever say that again, alright?”he said firmly “Sweetheart you know I don’t care about what others say, right? Especially to people that have nothing to do with me and the fandom. You know the fans and my family already adore you and I-” he cupped your face, making you look at him and you burning cheeks were a great contrast to his slightly cold hands.
Yet another proof that winter was approaching and you’d be back to one of your favorite activities, holding his hands to warm them up for him.
“I love you more than anything else in this world, just the way you are.” he whispered that word that you could count down the times he had said and each and every time made your heart leap to your throat.
“I would never change anything about you. Anything. Not this bashful smile. Not the hugs that still get you shy all around me and in public, not this nervous giggle, not these adorable eyes that make my knees go weak. Never.” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours “And above all not-” a wide grin spread on his face.
You looked at him with a frown for a moment until your eyes widened in realization and a small whine left your lips. You shut your eyes and buried your face in his chest “You promised you were going to forgive about it!” you squeaked and he chuckled deeply.
“Never in a million years sweetheart!” he gave you a squeeze as his arms stayed around you.
Because of course he wasn’t going to either forget it or let go of it. You knew he wasn’t teasing you about it of course, but it still didn’t help the fact that you felt utterly embarrassed about it.
It happened quiet a while ago, when you and Jensen had just announced your relationship. You were on the set of Supernatural, and you being the fangirl you were you had once more asked Misha to walk with you around. That was when you had spotted him and Jared next to the Impala talking about something as the crew was making some final set ups. Their laughter could clearly be heard and you in particular spotted Jensen’s laugh.
You had become so used to hearing it from up close the last few months but it always felt as contagious as at first. You found yourself smiling every time and it wasn’t just his laughter that managed to make you smile. It was everything about him, because yes you loved everything about him. Everything of his, from his laughter to his eyes, from his touch to the way he whispered sweetnothings to you, made you go weak on the knees. But there was one thing in particular that caught your attention, and captured your heart you now realized, that was his dimples.
His smile was amazing with every meaning of the word and it did make your heart skip a beat but those dimples, oh dear Chuck. You were so glad he had not realized a single thing yet. Each and every time you held yourself back so hard from not grabbing his face and kissing the hell out of him whenever those dimples showed up. But you were too freaking shy to do anything in the first place anyway.
However that one time, that one time he was laughing with Jared, and those freaking dimples of his showed you just couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t actually. You’d been staring at him for quiet long and before you could realize it you found yourself striding towards him and grabbed his face.
Jared stared at you with a perplexed smile while Jensen was utterly stunned as you appeared out of nowhere, without any of them realizing you, and grabbed his face and did just what you’d wanted for so long but were holding yourself back. Kissed the hell out of him. Your lips were tingling after the kiss but you certainly felt a great satisfaction at being able to do that.
“Well, hey too you too again baby.” Jensen chuckled, staring at you with a shit eating grin.
You blinked for a moment, almost unaware of what you were doing (because partially you were) and glanced around you to see Jared, and Misha, snickering at you. And then you looked back at Jensen only to realize you were cupping his face. And complete realization downed on you. And that was the moment you felt your eyes widened and you almost stumbled back, your face was literally burning up.
“Oh my gosh” you clasped your hands over your mouth, a small whimper leaving your lips “I’m so sorry!” you squeaked out, because yes you were too shy to just walk towards him and kiss him in public like that.
“No, no!” he shook his head with a grin, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from leaving “ I certainly am not complaining!” he chuckled deeply, kissing your temple.
You looked at him with a burning face and buried it in his chest “- I didn’t mean to- just- I saw- you were laughing and-”
He chuckled more and you heard Misha and Jared laugh as well. He kissed the top of your head “Sweetheart, I didn’t know you had such a… soft spot for my smile.” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Jensen” you whined “I only really- I- just- I have a soft spot for your dimples, ok? Just that.”
“Of course baby, you know I don’t mind it.” he kissed your cheek but you only clenched the fabric of his shirt in your fists at hearing Misha talk to Jared.
“Is 'soft spot’ the new word for kink?”
And the guys laughed at it all the more. Jensen who kept you in his arms all the more.
-End of Flashback-
“I told you!” you whined softly “I just have a soft spot for it. I’m sorry I just… kissed you in front of everybody.”
“Sweetheart” he said softly “I understand. Let Misha say anything he wants. I just didn’t know you did, that’s all. You never told me after all.”
You shrugged sheepishly “How could I?” you fidgeted with your fingers “It’s just stupid Jensen.” you mumbled with a small pout but he shook his head.
“No it’s not.” he shook his head “Despite the pleasant surprise of the kiss I’d like you to share more things with me sweetheart.” he pecked your forehead “Who knows, I might have something out for you too.” he winked at you as your eyebrows shot up.
The only call you are going to get from me is a couple months from now. I’ll be sitting on the floor in a bar bathroom at 2 am, drunk, and someone will have just got done butchering a Fall Out Boy song. In that second I’ll miss being in love with you but that will be it.
I won’t start this post with “why isn’t anyone talking about ‘3%’?!??” because I know why I don’t see anyone talking about it: Netflix just released this original series last week.
But I think Tumblr could get behind this show. Let me break it down a bit:
- takes place in a post-apocalyptic future. Because there are no other futures in modern fiction aside from the StarStarStars.
- young people are competing for a spot in the coveted 3%: 'people of merit’ who are deemed worthy of going to Offshore. All we really know about Offshore for the first few eps is that it is apparently a perfect peaceful paradise with advanced medicine and tech where no one wants or suffers. So only the best people who can contribute the most get to go. #noassholezone
- the dude running the Process, as they call the selection, is batshit insane but in that really quiet way that sneaks up on you and suddenly holy shit did he really do that??
- between the competition amongst the young people and the crazy dude I just mentioned, it reminds me of parts of the Hunger Games. The parts that were cool in the books and the pre-Games training and the interactions between Tributes
-it’s Brazilian so a chance to practice your Brazilian Portuguese. Also its dubbed and subbed in 3 languages including English.
- Racially diverse cast. The crazy dude is naturally a crusty old white dude but that’s the type that pays to get shows made so who is surprised? But seriously colorful main cast and colorful background extras. I saw some diverse body types amongst those extras too. Like actually sat up and pointed at the screen and said “tum!” when I say a chubby fella in a group shot. I love a chubby tum.
- disabled character in a wheel chair. BLACK disabled character in a wheelchair. Black disabled character in a wheelchair who, when he hears there might be a treatment that lets him walk again on Offshore, literally says “Fuck walking”. Because he didn’t come looking for a cure and he came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t walk a long time ago and he doesn’t need some miracle cure to make him a viable candidate or interesting character. Cuz he’s a smart dude and really nice and obvs super strong and dedicated.
-black disabled character is the first to get a romantic subplot. Totally deserves it. The other person does not give a single flying fuck about his disability.
I’d keep going but your time would be better spent just checking out the first episode on Netflix.
Though I’m not entirely sure he wants to, Auston spends the rest of the afternoon helping me put together my bedroom, closet and bathroom. I let him take a break after he makes a small noise in the back of his throat when I ask him to move the shelf he just finished organizing to the other side of my closet. He’s currently napping on my bed with both my dogs sprawled out beside him, the traitors. I eye them a moment, Auston has his sweatshirt back on and the hood pulled up over his eyes though I can see his lips parting slightly every time he breathes.
My stomach growls and I still need to get groceries before the day is over. I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly seven already. I quietly wake the two dogs and usher them out of my room before going back to my bed, climbing on it gently so I don’t wake him that way.
“Auston,” I murmur, putting my hand on his stomach and pressing slightly. “Wake up,” I whisper but I know I’m being too quiet and gentle.
“Hey,” I say a little louder this time and he twitches though he doesn’t wake. I sigh and curse how cute he looks sleeping and I don’t have it in my heart to shake him awake. I sit back on my heels and eye him a moment, straying down to his pants and a wicked idea comes to mind. I lay beside him on my side and place my hand on his thigh, not bothering to being so gentle this time, his eyes remain closed. Slowly running my hand along his thigh I kiss his lips softly, he stirs slightly beneath me, no, beneath my hand.
“Auston,” I whisper again, my lips brushing his jaw. I push down a bit harder with my hand and make quick work of his button and zipper just as he had me. This time when he moves below me his hood tips back and reveals his brown eyes fluttering open lazily. “Hi,” I grin down at me him and he eyes me a moment before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
“What do you want now,” he mutters though he smirks up at me.
“I want a lot of things,” I reply, my fingers resting just inside his jeans.
“Name one thing in particular right now,” Auston says, putting his hands back behind his head.
“Ben and Jerry’s,” I say, giving him a serious look.
“I don’t think that’s the top of your list right now…”
“You didn’t say top, you just said ‘one thing’” I remind him and flex my fingers, his body responds automatically and I smirk.
Auston doesn’t say anything more though his eyes narrow and he breathes in deeply. I stop my movements and my breathing comes to a halt. That look… In a split second I’m suddenly beneath him and his mouth is on mine. Though I don’t think Auston realized how close to the end of the bed I was because the moment he shifts his weight over me, we tumble to the floor. We stare at each other in shock for a moment, a tangle of limbs and burst out laughing.
“Suppose there are worse ways to wake up,” Auston says, and I remember one of the first nights I spent in Toronto and saying those exact words to him.
I laugh again and climb off of him, helping him back to his feet.
“You can stay here if you want but I need to get myself some groceries,” I move to my closet and drag out a clean set of clothes. I hesitate a moment, eyeing Auston who is still watching me. “Turn around or go out in the hallway,” I shoo him with my hands.
“Really?” Auston asks raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, really!” I snap, my cheeks flushing.
“Y/N, I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, I don’t see how this is much different,” he says seriously and I consider it for a moment.
“That’s different,” I start. “Bathing suits aren’t an intimate item of clothing.” I walk towards him, placing my hand on his chest and forcing him backwards out of my room and into the hallways. “Be down in a minute,” I blow him a kiss and close the door on his annoying smirk.
I meet him downstairs in the living room where Auston is being terrorized by my two dogs bouncing around him.
“Coming with?” I ask him, grabbing my coat and purse from the foyer.
“Of course,” he says and I grin.
Grocery shopping with Auston is much like taking a small child, I remind him on more than once occasion that I’m shopping for me, though he pouts enough when I tell him to put a thing of muffins back that I set it back in my cart, much to his excitement. By the time we get to the checkout line I think that over the half the items in my cart are what Auston convinced me to get. Although he does make up for it by loading everything into the trunk of my car, again by carrying everything inside for me as I get set on organizing.
I’m surprised at how easy and comfortable it is being with Auston all day. I pause at the sink, rinsing the plates we used for dinner before placing them in the dishwasher. Auston notices and eyes me warily.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“I just realized, I haven’t been sad or lonely for a second since my parents left me yesterday,” I say softly, turning and looking at him. “I was so sure that I wouldn’t even be able to function…” I smile up at Auston. “Maybe this was supposed to be my home all along.”
“Only one way to find out,” Auston says, nodding towards my backyard. “Ask your star.”
I blink at him, surprised he even remembered the conversation we had a week ago over the phone. I had been babbling about a meteor shower that was supposed to happen and somehow had gotten on the topic of the story my dad told me about Polaris. He gives me soft smile and takes the plate from my hand.
“Go on,” he pushes me gently towards the backdoor.
I listen and grab his sweatshirt that was still resting on the couch where I left it last night. Pulling it over my head and stuffing my feet into my boots, I step out into the bitter cold of a Toronto winter. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, though when I can finally make out the stars in the distant sky my breath leaves my body. Being slightly away from the lights of the city had been high of my list of requirements for a home, standing here in the backyard I remembered why.
There’s thousands of twinkling lights above me, my trained eyes immediately fly across the sky, finding different sequences and constellations. When they finally fall upon Polaris I tilt my head slightly in consideration.
Auston looks up at me from the couch when I clamber back inside, kicking my boots to the side. He’s lying across my couch, head propped up on an armrest, watching the Habs and Bruins game.
“So?” He asks, watching me as I make my way over to the couch, perching on the edge by his hips.
“I learned one thing for sure,” I nod at him and he raises his eyebrows.
“To wear gloves when I go outside,” I say and before he can pull away or flinch, I put my hand against the sliver of his exposed stomach.
Auston lets out a hiss and tries to jerk away from me but his back is already against the couch. So he reaches down and pulls my hand free of his stomach while I erupt into a fit of giggles. Rolling his eyes at me he brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Auston muses and I wink.
I go to stand back up but he holds my hand tight.
“Where are you going?” Auston asks, tugging me back down onto the couch.
“Um, I was going to go sit over there,” I nod my head at the chair beside the couch.
“No stay here, Mitch and the other’s will be here soon,” Auston says. Earlier Mitch had been snapping both me and Auston and yelling at me because Auston wasn’t playing COD with him. So to calm him down I told him he could come over, he then invited all the others who play COD online together.
“And when they get here, I can’t do this,” he pulls me down so I’m lying next to him and kisses me, his hand on my neck. I respond and hook my leg over his, though this isn’t one of our steamy make out sessions, I just don’t want to fall off the couch.
Almost immediately lights flash across the wall behind us and my dogs start barking that someone is here.
Auston lets out an annoyed sigh against my lips as I laugh.
“To be continued,” I wink at him and get to my feet, setting off to wrangle my hounds.
Thirty minutes later there’s boys everywhere and I have suddenly become the mother to seven grown men. They all brought their own food, and some for Auston and I wish we both already ate but we don’t tell them that, so there is a mess of food on my coffee table and one of my dogs already stole someone’s biscuit.
Morgan and Mitch are arguing over by the T.V, trying to get their game system that they decided my house needed set up. I had asked them why I would need it and they all had looked at me like I was an idiot.
“So we can play here…” Morgan had said slowly like I needed time to process his words.
“Did I say you could play here?” I had retorted and a silence had fallen over the room, they looked at each other like they hadn’t considered it. Auston then looked up at me from his place on the couch.
“Can we play here?” He asked and a wave of heads turned to look at me, my face flushed.
“Yes, you can play here,” I muttered and I had busied myself with forcing a paper towel into Mitch’s hand, he already have spilled something down the front of his shirt and he was sitting on my favorite rug. Like I said, literally a mother to seven man boys.
“And so Auston can play here when he’s shack-,“ Will starts and I throw a dagger look at him.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I say to him and he smirks.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he says shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, all the while grinning at me.
I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly 10:30 already.
“Isn’t it past your bedtimes?’ I ask the room and Morgan pipes up.
“Hold up, I’m older than you. You adopted Mitch and Will when you started dating Auston so you can only boss them around.”
My face reddens at the word “dating” is that what we are doing? Auston and I hadn’t talked about it and it’s not like he asked me to be his girlfriend. Though we did say we were exclusive. My mind whirls a thousand miles an hour and Morgan frowns at me.
“Uh I was just kidding…” he says slowly and I realize I must look offended or something.
“Oh no, I was too, I just… uh…” I look anywhere but at Auston.
“Are you not dating? Did I make something awkward?” Morgan asks, his eyes flashing between Auston and I and I want to fall into the floor and disappear.
“I uh…” I stutter. “I’m going to take a…” I point to the stairs and back towards them, trying to keep my face calm and clear before turning and bolting up them. Feeling Auston’s eyes on me the entire way.
Everyone stares at Y/N’s retreating back as she scrambles up the stairs.
“Nice one, Morgan,” I snap at him. “First time you meet her and you pissed her off already. New record,” I lean back against the couch as I finally get the system working on Y/N’s T.V.
“I didn’t mean to!” Morgan retorts and looks at Auston.
“Are you not dating? I honestly thought you were,” he tries to defend himself, his eyes flashing to the stairs again.
“Well, I mean… I think so,” Auston stammers, looking at me like it’s a question.
“What do you mean you think so?” I ask him, and the controller is ripped from my hands by Zach, who has little interest in the current conversation.
“I guess we never said it but I thought we were…”
“Dumbass,” Morgan says and I nod in agreement.
“Doesn’t look like she thinks that, Matts,” I say, taking the controller back from Zach while he isn’t looking.
Auston looks a little lost at what he’s supposed to do, his face clearly showing his confusion. I hear the water turn on upstairs, which I assume means Y/N is taking a shower.
“Good luck, buddy,” is all I say to him. Auston rubs his face with his hand which is what he usually does when he’s stressed.
Though he stands and makes his way to the stairs, but not before hitting Morgan over the head with the back of his hand as he passes by.
I take my time in the shower, letting all the hot water rinse away the stress and tears that I’ve shed the last few days while moving. By the time I turn off the water my bathroom is steamed up and my skin is a slight pink. I wrap myself in a towel and step out into my bedroom, I’m halfway to my closet before I realize there is someone sitting on my bed.
Squealing, I clutch the towel even tighter around myself. Auston looks up from where he had been staring at the floor and meets my eyes. To my surprise his gaze never falls down to my towel.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to get out, my heart calming down against my ribs.
“I wanted to talk to you about what Morgan said,” he says simply, looking back down at his hands and I’m guessing it’s so he doesn’t let his gaze slip to my towel.
“While I’m naked?” I ask, one of my hands darting down to my leg to make sure the towel is actually covering all of me.
“That was an unexpected bonus,” Auston admits, his eyes flashing to me for just a moment and my cheeks warm.
I glance at my closet but I don’t want to wait Auston wait any longer to say what he wants, he looks like his head might explode. Hesitantly, I make my way to the bed and after being positive that I can sit modestly, I lower myself down next to him.
“So talk,” I say.
Auston shifts next to me, looking comfortable.
“I was under the impression that we were…” he starts and I think I hear embarrassment in his voice. “I thought that we were, you know… together…” he rubs the back of his head.
“I was under the impression that you can only say you’re with someone is if you actually ask them,” I say right back.
Auston shifts again next to me and looks at me at a loss of words. I wait, not saying anything.
“Right now?” He asks incredulously.
“Ask me,” I whisper.
“Wanna be my girlfriend?’ he asks awkwardly and I erupt into a fit of giggles.
“Mitch is going to hate me now,” I say through my giggles and he rolls his eyes at me.
“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says and then his eyes flash down to my legs and I realize my movement from laughing made my towel slide up, exposing the tops of my thighs. I quickly reach down and pull my towel back down.
“Look at that, I call you my girlfriend and you’re already naked,” he smirks at me and I swat his arm.
“I may be naked but your best friends are downstairs. So, you go back down there and I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I tap his nose with my finger and stand up.
“But…” Auston starts and I cut him off with a quick kiss.
“Later,” I whisper against his lips.
Auston pouts for a moment before standing and shuffling to the doorway, giving me one last longing look before closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the top stair creak before jumping around my room like a giddy high school girl.
I could tell the smile on my lips was making you uneasy. I could see you trying to swallow your pride but it was about to choke you. I watched your muscles get tense and slowly crossed my arms and legs as if to mock you. I saw your lip quiver and that was it. I knew in that second that I was going to win this round. I laughed to myself and hoped that it would drive you crazy. You pretended like you were fine because you thought there was no way I was noticing you crack your knuckles in an attempt to make me quit. I’m a lot smarter than you think I am. I know you look at me when I’m not looking your way. I’ve caught you plenty of times. I know you listen in when I’m talking. Sometimes, I throw something crazy in my stories just to throw you off. I know you said that we don’t play games but let’s face it, the only reason why you don’t want to play is because you know that I’ll win and God forbid I ever win, right?
Guys if whatever ships I’m about to post this weekend is not to your liking, don’t say nasty things about it (or me and the person requesting). The requests I’ve received are from those who enjoy their ships and had to go on anon because of how broken this fandom is.
We just want to enjoy ourselves without having to receive nasty crap from those who can’t seem to draw the line between fiction and reality.
On this blog Hanzo is NOT in a relationship with any characters from the game. This event was made for those who enjoy shipping Hanzo with various characters and i want to take my time to make content for them from lovely people who get a kick out of Hanzo being a happy man with another man or woman.
They are just ships and besides we have our priorities and shipping should not be above it all.
<b>Me:</b> Am I really that hard to understand?<p/><b>My heart:</b> Not at all! You're a kind, loving, compassionate person always looking for the good in everyone--<p/><b>My brain:</b> Yeah, but she's also indecisive, slow to trust, overly cautious, and a slave driver--I never get any rest!<p/><b>Heart:</b> Stop it, you're hurting me! Since you complain of needing a break, why not let me take over indefinitely?<p/><b>Brain:</b> Not a chance, you ninny! If anyone should steer this ship, it's me! If she'd listen to me only, she'd be more successful, smarter, prettier--<p/><b>Heart:</b> So what, you brute? She wouldn't be any happier! If you were left in charge, you'd drive her insane<p/><b></b> *battle ensues*<p/><b>Me:</b> Okay, I rescind my question<p/></p>