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Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word count: 2475

Warnings: body insecurities, verbally abusive relationship, smut, severely fluffy Jensen, cussing, i think that’s it. let me know if there is more please!

Request: Unpretty by TLC with Jensen x Reader from @mysteriouslyme81

A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, it’s hands down the quickest I have ever written anything because I was so into it. I don’t care who you are, we all have had some sort of insecurity at some point in our life. I hope this is a way for whoever may be struggling with this to learn to accept themselves and if you are in a toxic relationship, you can do so much better. You are all beautiful!! Thanks yall! As always thank you to my forever beta @avasmommy224

It was your second week working as an extra on the show Supernatural. Your boyfriend was beyond unsupportive, he always told you that you were never good enough to be an actress. You weren’t skinny enough for this role or too skinny for that role. You would get an offer for a part and as excited as you were to get his opinion, he always had something negative to say. This time it was for a love interest of Dean Winchester’s. You were a vamp that he’d met in a bar a few episodes behind but you slipped out of the bar when you found out that he was a hunter.

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My Reactions To The BMP Characters

Since you guys seemed to really like the SLBP reaction post I made, I decided to make another one. xD


Before: Ehhh he’s kinda basic and his eyes are creep-




okay he got cockblocked thank god

After: *Bought all of his routes in the non PARTY version and is disappointed when he doesn’t frickle frackle with the MC two seconds into an episode*


How did this happen


Before: He’s too much tsun not enough dere me no likey

After: I love you but when you sing it sounds like satan screeching stop


Before: His pickup lines make my eyes roll back into my head speaking of eyes his are fREAKING HUGE but he’s my wingman so it’s coo


if you’ll be my daddy





Before: omfg he has a little brother and his eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen omggg I’m dead already



Before: You’re so niceee tho, I like the assholes I like your hair boner tho






You weren’t supposed to be nice

You were supposed to be a dick

How did I end up liking you

You pullin some voodoo shit on my ass I swear

Does your prince/gay lover know that you are playing around with black magic sir


Before:  You look like every male teacher I have ever had TEACH YOUR PRINCE/SON/DOGE BETTER PICKUP LINES MISTER HE HAS NO GAME

After: Your relationship with Robbie is 10/10 me and my mom except her tracking device is way better get on her level Al


Before: Stop sucking up to your douchey prince and love me like I love your fabulous hair



Before: I think you’re the first butler I’ve seen who isn’t screaming, blushing, or being a bitch YES I’M STARING AT YOU CLAUDE FUCK YOU CLAUDE

After: Okay okay but how do I know if he’s being friendly or lowkey wants to pin me down on the table and sit on my face I’m good either way js





Before: Eh he’s kind of boring and he, Claude, and Yu seem to be long lost triplets



Before: ZAYN MALIK WHO oh wow ur hot

After: oh wow ur hot and you have mommy issues


maddkat98  asked:

If I were to hire Buttons and Jimmie to pull off the biggest heist in commonwealth history, could I expect the job to get done?

(sorry for not replying to RP stuff much, @jimmy-exodus, I am trying to keep up and watch the events unfold regardless! This post broke my heart though…)

caitrose899  asked:

I just wanted to say I am in love with your art and your OCs. They're amazing and your amazing! But also, in my game I came across a raider that looked an awful lot like buttons and I was just curious if buttons has come across any doppelgängers in his travels?

Thank you! <3


#134 - For milaridaught & anonymous x2

Filling three very similar prompts “Can you do one where van was talking to another girl which results in REALLY REALLY good make-up sex” from @milaridaught, “making peace (having a kinda cute sex i guess?) w/ Van after one of us (or both, idk) being jealous bc of someone else” from anonymous, and “you’re at a party with the band and then you see van talking to a girl and you get a little jealous so go outside for some air and bondy follows you out and you have a ciggie and talk to him about it and ask if vans ever cheated and he reassures you and tells you how much he loves you etc.” from anonymous

Van was in that white shirt. It was the one he was wearing when you’d met; only half buttoned up, his dad’s necklace hanging between his collarbones. The first time you slept together he was wearing it too. It was stuck to his skin, all transparent from sweat. You’d pulled him straight off stage and into the tour bus. You’d been holding the same shirt in your hands a few weeks later when Van appeared in the doorway of the laundry. Halfway through doing your combined washing, he was standing there looking at you with an unreadable expression. “I love you,” he said for the first time, out of nowhere.

Van was in the white shirt that was special, although you didn’t know if he realised it was so symbolic. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have worn it to the party if he’d planned on flirting with half the girls there. You sat on a couch between Bob and a stranger. The music was too loud to hold proper conversation, so you chewed the straw in your drink and watched Van. He was making his way around the room, shaking hands and hugging people. Sociable and charismatic, even if he stayed put in one location, people would find him. Despite not knowing what he was saying to the people, to the girls, you just knew he was flirting. You could tell by the way they laughed at what he was saying. The way he tilted his head at them and smiled.

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To all Aces in the LGBTA+ Community

I made a post about this earlier but I would like to restate- that seriously- block Aphobes!!!
Do not engage. If you see an aphobe reblog someone’s post, block the username. Imagine if everyone in the ace community just blocked the Aphobes. It wouldn’t matter if they existed or not- we can’t see their posts!! We deal with enough aphobia outside of tumblr, but on tumblr we can block people! Let’s use this tool!
Don’t legitimize their schoolyard insults. Block them!!
Your are not weak for preserving your mental health! Use the block button.
Also when you respond to an aphobe- their reply is what is seen on their blog for their followers to see. THAT is what gets shared, their aphobic response is what gets reblogged, it doesn’t even matter if you had a more intelligent response to their argument, their followers don’t see it. It’s the aphobia which gets spread unintentionally. Don’t give them the ammo. Don’t give them a platform for hate. Block them. Silence them. Don’t dignify their tantrums with responses.
When you see an aphobe in passing, block them. When you see an aphobe on your own posts- block them. If you get an aphobe in the anons off your inbox, delete the message and turn of anon so you can block them later if they try again.
Silence them. You are worth more than the hate you receive. Aces are LGBTA+. Aces exist. Aces can use the split attraction model if they want, because the SAM is a good describer for some, or they can choose to not to. ALL aces are ace, including the cisgender heteroromantic aces.
BTW if any argument attempts are made in the reblog- you will be met with a block button! Those who reblog this please also abide by this. Let’s stop legitimizing their arguments by dignifying them with responses. Block them!
Stay safe lovelies~

EDIT: Just blocked my first person!! Also a common argument I see is “if you have to block LGBT people to remain in the LGBTA+ community then that’s pretty cringy” but like most non tumblir LGBTA+ folk are ace inclusive. Like tumblir is a unique experience. This stuff isn’t stuff you are gonna really find out engaging in the LGBTA+ community. Block these tumblr assholes. Don’t let them make you feel bad for doing it.

{{Imagine stumbling upon the REAL Doctor and REAL TARDIS after you followed who you thought was a cosplayer at comic con}}


Part One HERE

Part Two HERE

Oh my God…

You were standing there, wringing your hands, knees shaking as you stared wide eyed at everything.

Let’s be honest here. The Doctor was real. The TARDIS was real - so it hit you that time travel and space travel and aliens must also be real too. It’s perfectly obvious that this was way too much information for you to process all at once. Sure, you had wished with all of your being for this moment to come, but you hadn’t actually taken into account that you’d be an absolute wreck whenever it did.

Your whole body was shaking. Shaking so hard your legs could barely support your weight. Your hand shot out to steady yourself on the edge of the console, but the other half of your body was falling. You prepared yourself to impact with the cold floor, but you didn’t have to. Your descent was stopped abruptly. Half of you was partly on/above the floor, the other half had been awkwardly caught by… guess who.

The Doctor didn’t try to bring you to your feet, or raise you up in any sort of way. He set you so that you both were kneeling, facing each other. You were full-on crying, tears streaming down your cheeks, and your hand covered your mouth while all you could do was stare at the floor.

Suddenly his hand was on your cheek, slowly tilting your face towards him. “Hey…hey…” he spoke softly. “It’s OK. It’s alright. I know this is all…” He gestured around him with his hand.

“Yes. Yes, Oh my God I’m so sorry…” You started to use the back of your sleeve to wipe your eyes.

“That’s fine. Absolutely no need to apologise. I know how this place can make people feel a bit…you know…"

“I know, I know. Sorry… I’m sorry. I’m fine now.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I promise.” You smiled. “It’s… There’s… a whole world in here. It’s all true. Everything is. And you are, too, Doctor… You’re here and you’re real…” without knowing it, you reached out to touch him, your hand resting itself on his shoulder.

He touched the hand against him and sighed. “Yes… I am.” He awkwardly patted your hand before continuing. “I am the Doctor. And… just who might you be…?”

The Doctor just asked you your name… the excitement made your stomach turn somersaults. “Y/N.” you answered. “I’m… Y/N.”

“Well, I must say, Y/N, you picked a hell of a time to drop by.”

You both laughed and were silent. Everything was still, except for the faint hum of the time machine. You let yourself… just exist. To let yourself absorb the bliss of being in the TARDIS with the Doctor. To feel his hand on your skin, you smiled as your heart filled with warmth. You felt cared for, and an immeasurable happiness spread through you.

“Can I see the TARDIS?” You finally lifted your head, and your eyes found his. You were taken aback by how close he was to you, how real this moment was, and how deeply his eyes looked into yours.

His brow furrowed in slight confusion. “You’ve already-”

“The console. Could you show me, please?” You got up, running to the side of the console, wanting to sweep both hands across the rows of switches and levers but knew you’d very possibly explode the TARDIS of you did.

The Doctor got up with a hand on his knee and walked over to you. “Well, if I told you what that one did,” he pointed at a certain console part. “…you wouldn’t be able to even begin to understand-”

“Please?” Your eyes met again. “Which buttons can I press without blowing us up?” you laughed.

A small smile flashed onto his features.

He watched you. He pointed out any explosion-triggering levers, and smiled as you swept over the machine. Everything you touched and gazed upon filled you with the most beautiful fascination. He saw the light in your eyes… and he felt something. Everything you inquired about, including the smallest most ordinary flashing light on the console, made you so incredibly excited that he felt… happy. Complete contentment and amusement in this moment. An idea formed in his mind.

You gasped and pointed. “The blue stabilisers!” Your words brought him back to reality. He frowned.

“…more like the blue boringers…” he muttered.

“I remember… oh my God. Everything here… is just so completely, wonderfully, absolutely… amazing…“ you studied them with absolute wonder.

That was it. The Doctor huffed to himself. If you thought the TARDIS stabilisers were one of the most interesting things you’d ever seen, well, he was about to prove you wrong.

You smiled, and spun around looking up. “I- I can’t believe this. Every single thing here, every atom in this… dimension… is just… wonderful. Nothing will ever be the same again. It’s amazing. Just… amazing-”

“You like amazing things, hm?” he was getting impatient. “Boringers… amazing… hmph. Why don’t you admire something actually amazing?”

You stopped. You weren’t sure what he was implying. “…What?”

“Come on, you can do better than blue boringers! How about a galaxy - think of how amazing that would be. Take the Alignment of Exedor, for instance. I’ve been thinking of paying a visit for a while. Seventeen galaxies in perfect unison. Meant to be spectacular.”

You stared. “Y-you want me…”

He was rambling. “I’m sure I could find loads of wonderful nebulae and constellations as well. If you’d come with me, I’d definitely pick the most amazing one. And, besides, I can’t have you spoiling to everyone that I… well, that I… exist. If you come along, it’ll be, well, like a secret-”

You hugged him. Full-on embraced him so suddenly, he had to take a step back to keep his balance. You were crying again, clutching the material of his jacket, holding on in fear that if you let go, the image of him would vanish in the mirage of a dream. “Oh my God yes. Please, yes, thank you, I can’t– yes, take me, please…”

He awkwardly hugged you back. When you finally let him go and stepped back, you looked up at him.

He smiled a little, which grew into a classic Doctor-y grin. He spun around and began flipping switches whilst running about. He couldn’t wait to see your face full of amazement, and the way your eyes would reflect the trillions of lights of seventeen galaxies.

You were in a daze as you walked a bit around the console. “You know… I’ve always dreamed of this…” you began, holding your head in your hand, still trying to determine if this was still actually happening. “Seeing space, here, in the TARDIS… having adventures…”

“Adventures?” he asked. He’d finished running about, and his hand had stopped over the main lever. “Just you wait…”

You both smiled.

He pulled it down.

And that was just the beginning.

Gifs are mine. 

Tag: @lexi-chan17

His fingers tugged at the collar of the shirt, sliding along the material as he sucked deep purple bruises into her neck, other hand cupping her cheek, fingers holding just below her ear as he bit and licked at the sensitive skin. “Are you wearing anything under this?” His voice was deep, rasping and she shook just as the sound of it, his hot breath fanning across her skin.

“No, I wasn’t expecting you home so soon, I hadn’t finished getting ready yet.” She whispered, words stuttered and moaned as he trailed both his hands to her chest, cupping her breasts roughly through the dress shirt and squeezing harshly. His fingers found the seam, slipping his fingers in between where the buttons met and tearing it open, disregarding the sound of the plastic falling to the ground.

A loud gasp left her lips, her back slamming into the wall. His hands followed, a resounding slap sounding through the room as he leaned down, eyes fierce, and a fire burned behind them. A fire of both arousal and anger, lust and passion. His lips slammed into hers, catching her off guard, but before she could tangle her hands into the grown out hair of the man, he caught them. Pinning her wrists so harshly above her head she winced, but he didn’t care and neither did she, a pleading moan leaving her mouth and into his as he smirked.

Road to Ruin [Chapter 8] Reader

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17 I suppose
Synopsis: The test ride continues to a local bowling alley with unexpected results.
Author’s Note: So…this took me forever. I apologize again for the long wait, but I’m super excited because THIS is the turning point. Nothing will be the same after this chapter. So get ready for it! Credit for the gif is here.

“I’m going to do something. Don’t freak out.”

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Adam and Eve Chapter One: Scapegoats

Summary: Betty and Jughead get surprising news from Archie that ultimately creates a riff between the red head and beanie boy. (Also smut, I couldn’t help myself).


Word Count: 3299

(PS. if formatting is weird it’s because i did this on my boyfriend’s mac and i have no idea how to work them)

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Title: Twisted Love

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean seaking you out once he becomes a demon because, even in his twisted way he feels a pull towards you. What he felt as a human. Love.

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A/n: I decided to write some more for the heck of it. Sorry it took time!

“And you are coming with me.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your eyes from widening “Something tells me I don’t have a choice huh?”

A smirk formed on his lips and you were scared for a moment that he’d flash his black eyes and you’d catch yourself backing away in an instant “Aren’t you always the smart one (Y/n)?” he ended up grinning, tilting his head to the side.

“Alright-” you took in a deep breath, maybe this was your way of getting him back; the old Dean the one you fell head over heels in love with “Just- just let me take my things and-” you tried to keep your cool although your heart was hammering inside your chest.

“Oh no, no we ain’t got time for that sweetheart. We’re leaving, now.” he grabbed your arm, in a firm grip, and before you could react to say anything everything changed around you and blinking you stumbled back.

“Wh-what? Where the heck are we?” you looked around you as he let go of you. You slipped completely from his arms and let out a gasp once you felt the cold rain pour down on you.

Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes “As much as I’d love to in the past, this ain’t the time for romance sweetheart.” he turned to look at you and you clenched your jaw.

“I asked where the heck are we?” you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked around you, your hair sticking to your face because of the rain.

“My motel room. I am grabbing my stuff and then we’re on the road sweetheart.” he flashed you a grin that unlike every other time now gave you the chills.

“So you take them and I couldn’t?” you glared at him and he shrugged.

“Princess you know I couldn’t have you taking any of them, especially your phone with you. I am a demon, not stupid.” he smirked and you swallowed thickly. Of course he’d know, of course he’d realize it and of course he’d do anything to prevent it.

“You don’t want Sam to get you because you know he’ll try everything to turn you back to yourself. What tells you I won’t try the same?”

His smile dropped and a calm, too creepily calm, expression took over his features “Because you have feelings for me.” he said just as softly and you took in a sharp breath “And black eyes or not, you’d much rather have me alive than do anything that would hurt me. We both know it princes.” he shrugged, looking at you with such a relaxed expression it made your entire body temperature rise despite you standing in the rain.

Dean could always read you so well, like an open book and for most part you let him. You always felt at home with him and trusted him with everything but he never said the things he read out loud. He never used them against you either. Much less… that. Hell, you doubted he even knew it in the first place.

“Shut up.” you growled and walked forward, pushing part him. But before you could do anything else he grabbed your arm and turned you to face him.

“You’re with me on this from now on. We’re partners in crime anymore, sweetheart, either you like it or not.” he gave you a half smile and you pursed your lips.

“Do you?” you raised an eyebrow “Because you were the one that dragged me here and seems to be doing everything in their power to keep me close.”

You expected him to say something but he only smirked at you and scoffed a small laugh before letting go of you and opening the door to let you get in.


“So… where are we going to?” you mumbled, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room.

“Somewhere far away.” you could practically hear the grin in his face and it gave you the chills.

Your eyes casted down and you let out a long sigh. You felt tears well up in your eyes but you refused to let them down. You had to be strong, you were going to be strong for Dean and when he wouldn’t expect it from you you were going to tofight and bring him back. You’d get the real Dean, your Dean, back soon no matter how long it took you to.

You unbuttoned the top of the shirt you were wearing and pushed it slightly over your shoulder to dry yourself with the towel as much as you could. You tried to focus only on the task at hand and not Dean’s words running through your mind. It made your whole body temperature rise all the more but you tried to think it was just him toying with you. He had to be. He was a demon after all. He was probably trying to get some reaction out of you. That had to be it.

You shook your head and dismissed the thought, running the towel over the exposed part of your upper chest. Your eyes were all the time casted down.

“You need help with that?” a rough voice whispered behind you and you almost jumped when you felt a hot breath fan over your cheek, not to mention when fingers brushed over your bare shoulder.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out but a shuddering breath when you felt his palm over your shoulder, trailing up to your neck to brush your hair away. You felt goosebumps form all over your skin and you had to keep yourself from leaning into his touch. Instead you clenched the small towel over your chest and closed your eyes to fight all of your feelings.

He let a small breathless chuckle “Naughty girl.” he whispered, his face coming closer to your neck “No bra on?” you felt shivers run down your spine when his lips brushed over your sensitive skin.

“Were you expecting me or what?” a smirk pulled on his lips and you weakly let the towel fall on your lap, doing nothing to stop him. You had missed the contact so much you were just desperate to feel him as close to you as possible.

You knew he’d been with women, plenty of them, but when had he not? Even when he was himself he always found one here and there. Part of you through it was because he was trying to forget you but it still hurt as hell. However back then you had him there, despite who he brought over every time in the end he’d end up coming to you. It was always your bed he’d end up crawling to, saying some lame joke to protect his manliness and at the same time play off the need he had – the need you both had – to be close to each other when darkness was all around.

His lips stayed on your neck and you felt him trail them down to your shoulder where in the end he pressed a kiss. You let his fingers trail down your shoulder, even lower than before to push down the shirt. He ran them back up and over your collarbone to the middle of your neckline until… he started moving his hand lower. And your breathing got heavier, as if the temperature had started rising dangerously around you. Dean didn’t even stop when he fingers met a button. He was about to continue before-

“Or maybe I was expecting someone else.” you whispered and the moment the words left your lips you heard him let out a low growl.

He ripped his hand away, almost ripping the shirt if you hadn’t caught it. He swiftly turned you round and grabbed your face in one hand, making your breath catch in your throat. His face was dangerously close to yours and you felt your heart jump to your throat when you saw his pitch black eyes as he snarled.

“Do you want to say that again?” his eyes flashed back to their normal green and he narrowed them at yours.

“Why does it even matter to you?” you asked back just as tauntingly “Jealous?”

He didn’t laugh. Not even smirk as you id. He kept a straight face, a dead serious expression on. Not even blinking and your own smile fell as you felt your eyes widen. Your heart leapt to your throat and you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat.

“You are” you whispered, your eyes roaming his face and he only stared deep in your eyes.

He scoffed in the end “Sweetheart, do I need to remind you I am a demon?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I remember.” you whispered “Just like I remember you telling me that you were not going to hurt me.”

He let a hollow smile rest on his lips “I’m not.” he let go of your face “Him on the other side, I’d be very glad to rip him apart… with my own teeth.” he hissed and a soft expression took over your face.

“There never was anybody.” you whispered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“So you say huh?” he mumbled and you sighed.

“Don’t you already know?” you gritted your teeth, a frown setting on your face. But you sighed and looked away and moved further away from him.

He looked at you with an almost emotionless expression “I do, yes. But maybe it’s finally time to get to understand a few more things about it.”

“Right” you pursed your lips “Because unlike you I could never stand to be with someone else when-” you cut yourself off before you could complete your sentence. Saying the words out loud for him to hear would mean confessing to it, to him, and yo couldn’t have it happen this way. Whether he felt that way or not, you couldn’t have it this way. Not now that he was this way.

“Say it.” his voice was rough and demanding.

You locked eyes with his but didn’t say a thing. Instead he spoke again, itching closer to you.

“Say it.” he practically growled to you this time and a gasp left your lips when he grabbed your arms and pinned you down on his bed “Say it.”

“Why do you want to hear it so much?” you whispered, tilting your head to the side.

“Say it.” he breathed out in a whisper, in a way that reminded you so much of the Dean you had met and fell in love with. There was something in his green eyes that made the same familiar warmth spread through your chest.

“I love you” you caught yourself breathing out the words before you could realize it. And as that, and without a second thought, he smiled down at you and crashed his lips to yours.

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